If I forget, yet God remembers.If these hands of mine cease from their clinging,Yet the hands divine hold me so firmly, I cannot fall.And if sometimes I am too tired to call for Him to help me,Then He reads the prayer unspoken in my heart and lifts my care. I dare not fear since certainly …
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Quite suddenly, It may be at the turning of a lane, Where I stand to watch a skylark soar From out of the swelling grain, That the trump of God shall thrill me, With its call so loud and clear, And I'm called away to meet Him, Whom of all I hold most dear. Quite …
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Sorrow is better than laughter; for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better. Ecclesiastes 7:3 When you are sitting there alone and you are weeping, and the longing for your child is a thick and expanding heaviness in your chest threatening to erupt from your throat in silent, choking grief. When …
It is rainingAs if nothing has happenedIt is raining And the trees stand thereAs they have for centuriesWatching me and rememberingSympatheticBut unhelpful They've seen this sort of thing beforeA motherWeeping There are little leaves on the rose bushesWho will graduate into adult leavesThat will never rub shouldersWith your passing boyhoodNever Tiny flowers struggleTo become lucious …
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Sweet is the Solace of Thy Love by Anna L. Waring I, even I, am He that comforteth you. Isaiah 2:12 Sweet is the solace of Thy love, My Heavenly Friend, to me, While through the hidden way of faith I journey home with Thee, Learning by quiet thankfulness As a dear child to be. …
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Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: Job 13:15. For I know whom I have believed, 2 Tim. 1:12. "In fierce storms," said an old seaman, "we must do one thing; there is only one way: we must put the ship in a certain position and keep her there." This, Christian, is what you …
“Jesus Christ is no security against storms, but He is perfect security in storms. He has never promised you an easy passage, only a safe landing.” Oh, set your sail to the heavenly gale, And then, no matter what winds prevail, No reef can wreck you, no calm delay; No mist shall hinder, no storm …
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If we could but hear them singing, As they are singing now, If we could but see the radiance Of the crown on each dear brow, There would be no sigh to smother, No hidden tear to flow, As we listen in the starlight To the “bells across the snow.”
When that work is all completed, He will gently call you home; Oh! the rapture of the meeting! Oh! the joy to see you come!
Wrung from the troubled spirit, in hard hours Of weakness, solitude, perchance of pain, Truth springs like harvest from the well-ploughed field, And the soul feels it has not wept in vain.
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
You Can Trust Him 