Whither, O, whither art thou fled,My Lord, my Love?My searches are my daily bread;Yet never prove.My knees pierce th’earth, mine eies the skie;And yet the sphereAnd centre both to me denieThat thou art there.Yet can I mark how herbs belowGrow green and gay,As if to meet thee they did know,While I decay.Yet can I mark…
“Lord, come to me,’ he cried in his heart, ‘for I cannot go to thee. If I were to go up and up through that awful space for ages and ages, I should never find thee. Yet there thou art. The tenderness of thy infinitude looks upon me from those heavens. Thou art in them…
What a wonderful thing here comes to the mind –That a lamb has come, both humble and meekNot waving great swords or with strength of a rodBut to lift heavy hearts, and to strengthen the weak To awake in our hearts that Spirit Divine Not to build earthly armies or buildings of stone –But a…
It was Valentine’s Day, and I had woken up early. I had thought Hubby was up too, so I made us some coffee, but he had gone back to bed. So now I had a little time to myself, which is always sweet. I love having a quiet moment of solitude in the morning, to…
“The sun shines, the wind blows soft, the summer is in the land; but your summer sun and your winter fire is gone, and the world is waste to you. So let it be. Your life is hid with Christ in God, at the heart of all summers — so “comfort thyself” that this world…
Friends, be honest with yourselves. Are ye beholding the open face of Christ? Do you lie with your whole natures like a mirror for Him to fill with His radiance? Are you obeying Him? Is the will of God the glory of your being, or are you merely ferreting about in this world to get…
“With no retiring regard, with no introverted look of self-consciousness or self-withdrawal, but more human than any of the company, he regarded their rejoicings with perfect sympathy, for, whatever suffering might follow, none knew so well as he that— “there is one Who makes the joy the last in every song.” — GeorgeMacDonald, Miracles of…
Do thou, my God, my spirit's weather control;And as I do not gloom though the day be dun,Let me not gloom when earth-born vapours rollAcross the infinite zenith of my soul.Should sudden brain-frost through the heart's summer run,Cold, weary, joyless, waste of air and sun,Thou art my south, my summer-wind, my all, my one.”~ George…
“The Father of our spirits is not content that we should know Him as we now know each other. There is a better, closer, nearer than any human way of knowing, and to that He is guiding us across all the swamps of our unteachableness, the seas of our faithlessness, the desert of our ignorance.…
Come in as water, come in as air,Come in as sunshine – come everywhereCome in as bread that gives me life,Come in as wine for sin and strifeCome in as daybreak to my night, Come in, my Lord, make in me light. We walk and feel that we are strong, When life and breath to…
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