You entered my life in a casual way,
And saw at a glance what I needed; There were others who passed me or met me each day, But never a one of them heeded. Perhaps you were thinking of other folks more, Or chance simply seemed to decree it; I know there were many such chances before, But the others-well, they didn't see it. You said just the thing that I wished you would say, And you made me believe that you meant it; I held up my head in the old gallant way, And resolved you should never repent it. There are times when encouragement means such a lot, And a word is enough to convey it; There were others who could have, as easy as not- But, just the same, they didn't say it. There may have been someone who could have done more To help me along, though I doubt it; What I needed was cheering, and always before They had let me plod onward without it. You helped to refashion the dream of my heart, And made me turn eagerly to it; There were others who might have (I question that part)- But, after all, they didn't do it! -Grace Stricker Dawson
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If I had known what trouble you were bearing;
What griefs were in the silence of your face; I would have been more gentle, and more caring, And tried to give you gladness for a space. I would have brought more warmth into the place, If I had known. If I had known what thoughts despairing drew you; (Why do we never try to understand?) I would have lent a little friendship to you, And slipped my hand within your hand, And made your stay more pleasant in the land, If I had known. -Mary Carolyn Davies She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose live is innocent. -Lord Byron The blood that Jesus shed for me,
'Way back on Calvary; The blood that gives me strength from day to day, It will never lose its pow'r It reaches to the highest mountain. It flows to the lowest valley. The blood that gives me strength from day to day, It will never lose it's pow'r. It soothes my doubts and calms my fears, And it dries all my tears; The blood that gives me strength from day to day, It will never lose its pow'r. It reaches to the highest mountain. It flows to the lowest valley. The blood that gives me strength from day to day, It will never lose its pow'r -Andraé Crouch There's a lighthouse on the hillside that over looks life's sea.
When I'm tossed it sends out a light that I might see; And the light that shines in darkness, Now will safely lead us o'er, It it wasn't for the lighthouse That ship would be no more. (Chorus) And I thank God for the Lighthouse, I owe my life to Him. For Jesus is the Lighthouse, and from the rocks of sin He has shone a light around me that I could clearly see. If it wasn't for the Lighthouse, where would this ship be? Ev'ry body that lives about us says, "Tear that lighthouse down. The big ships don't sail this way anymore; There's no use of it standing 'round." Then my mind goes back to that stormy night, When just in time I saw the light. Yes, the light from that old lighthouse that stands up there on the hill. -Ronnie Hinson By the practice of the presence of God, by steadfast gaze on Him, the soul comes to a knowledge of God, full and deep, to an Unclouded Vision. All its life is passed in unceasing acts of love and worship, of contrition and of simple trust, of praise and prayer, and service. At times indeed life seems to be but one long unbroken practice of His divine presence.
-The Practice of The Presence of God, Brother Lawrence There is an unseen hand to me,
That leads through ways I cannot see; While going through this world of woe, This hand still leads me as I go. (Chorus) I'm trusting to the unseen hand, That guides me through this weary land, And some sweet day I'll reach that strand, Still guided by the unseen hand. His hand had led through shadows drear, And while it leads I have no fear; I know 'twill lead me to that home Where sin nor sorrow e'er can come. I long to see my Savior's face And sing the story, "Saved by Grace," And there upon that golden strand, I'll praise Him for His guiding hand. -A.J. Sims Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
There is no shadow of turning with Thee; Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not; As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be. Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness! Morning by morning new mercies I see. All I have needed Thy hand hath provided; Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me! Summer and winter and springtime and harvest, Sun, moon and stars in their courses above Join with all nature in manifold witness To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love. Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness! Morning by morning new mercies I see. All I have needed Thy hand hath provided; Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me! Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide; Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow, Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside! Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness! Morning by morning new mercies I see. All I have needed Thy hand hath provided; Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me! -Thomas Chisholm Hope breathes into the will a distrust of things seen, and sets it aflame with the consuming fire of divine love, for God's love is in very truth a consuming fire, burning to ashes all that is contrary to His will. The soul thus kindled cannot live save in the presence of God, and this presence works within the heart a consecrated zeal, a holy ardor, a violent passion to see this God known and loved, and served and worshipped by all His creatures.
-The Practice of The Presence of God, Brother Lawrence (1614-1691) Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear, That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known, To which time will but make thee more dear! No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns to her god when he sets The same look which she turned when he rose! -Thomas Moore |
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