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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2010 7:26:04 GMT -6
" And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know" (John 14:3, 4) EN ROUTE
All aboard for California, For the land of sun and flowers! Pulling out from Union Station After weeks of counting hours; Scarce believing that the moment We have waited for so long Has arrived at last; and thrilling, As the engine, puffing, strong, Pulls the laden cars behind it. How the miles go flashing by! We are off to California, O beloved, you and I!
Now my eager, seeking spirit Speeds ahead of this slow train; Forward-pressing, with no knowledge Of my body's weary pain. Peeping into people's houses, Darting down the winding roads, Swift caresses for the horses Plodding onward with their loads. Searching out the source of rivers In some hidden mountain rills; Racing through the tiny valleys Folded in among the hills; Ever longing, yearning, searching, Like a wistful vagabond, For the magic and the mystery Of the Land That's Just Beyond!
Sweet the mem'ries of that journey; Rich the pleasures that we knew; But, the train and we were earth-bound! Overhead the beckoning blue Called in vain - we could not follow. But a day is coming soon! We shall hear a call and answer, Leaving earth and sky and moon; Hand in hand, together cleaving Starrr solitudes of light, Wonders which from the beginning Have been hid from human sight. Swift as thought or light, our passage; Yet our hearts can scarcely bear This delay of one brief instant Till we meet Him in the air! Entering the courts of heaven, Finding out the special place Made with His own hands, and looking Full into His wondrous face.
Swift, on quick wing comes the moment For our journey through the sky. You and I, en route to Glory! O beloved, you and I!
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2010 7:27:47 GMT -6
" And a rainbow was round about the throne" (Revelation 4:3) COMPLETED
A rainbow is a lovely thing Which shimmers like a peacock's wing; Made of beauty, mist and light, A promise, and a rare delight,
A perfect arch. But some day I Shall see against a heavenly sky Another rainbow, doubly sweet, A perfect circle, full, complete.
A halo round the very throne Of God Himself, the Holy One.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2010 7:51:20 GMT -6
" They shall run like mighty men; they shall climb the wall like men of war; and they shall march every one on his ways, and they shall not break their ranks" (Joel 2:7). MARCHING SONG
Youth is on the march today! Our Captain is the Lord; Our marching orders, plain and clear, Are in His precious Word.
Youth is on the march today, Fighting for our KING; Battling, praying, pressing on, Daring, conquering.
Youth is on the march today, Working for our Lord. Would we show hands white and smotth To Him whose hands are scarred?
Youth is on the march today. Our banner is unfurled, Christ's last command, to spread His Word Abroad through all the world.
Youth is on the march today. Hark! The bugles blow! Our hearts, our voices, lift in praise To Him who loves us so!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2010 5:44:43 GMT -6
" Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house" (Matthew 5:14, 15). REFLECTIONS
Thy shining glory, Lord of Hosts, Is shed abroad through all the earth; Yet hearken, Lord, to humble prayer From one who knows her little worth,
And may it not presumptuous seem: "I pray Thee, sometimes through the night, Let my small candle cast its gleam, Reflection of Thy heavenly light!"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2010 7:56:25 GMT -6
" The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness" (Proverbs 16:31) UNSAVED OLD AGE TO CHRISTIAN YOUTH
For you No bitter grief because your feet Had strayed down a forbidden road - A road which you could not retrace. Instead, The glowing years, and sweet awakening To pure young love, and perfumed twilights free From ghosts; low songs to babies at your breast. Or is this married love is not your lot, A life spent otherwise in sowing seed In happy service for the Lord you love. Brave toil, and fruitful years, and harvest time; Then slanting, golden sunset rays - and God - A Home eternal, far beyond the stars.
For me Will come remorse and haunting memories And dragging years - an endless road which winds Down through a world grown stale and cold. No smiles, Nor yet for me may come relief of tears. My lips which drank too deep of life Will find the bitter dregs within the cup. At last the acrid taste of death within My mouth. Then darkness, then I shall awake, Alone and empty-handed at the throne Of God, with shaking terror in my heart, And all my sins still bound upon my back.
Deep in my heart I know these things are true. And yet - and yet I will not come to Him. It almost seems I cannot come, for I Have grown too old, too harden in The mold, O, child, be glad you came While you were young, your life unspoiled!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2010 7:54:49 GMT -6
" covetousness, let it not be once named among you, as becometh saints" (Ephesians 5:3) COVETOUS
I used to love this sunny room With shining windows in a row; It overlooks my neighbor's yard, And here I'd sit to write or sew.
But since a certain day last spring A strange pain burns at my heart's core. Though I protest I don't know why I never sit there any more
Nor write my foolish rhymes; yet deep Within this aching soul of mine, I know it is the baby clothes Which flutter on my neighbor's line.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2010 7:46:40 GMT -6
" I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me" (II Samuel 12:23) A MOTHER PRAYS
There is a new lamb cradled on Thy breast tonight; A sweet small lamb, so lately mine I scarce can keep my arms from reaching out As though to snatch her back fron Thine.
These arms of mine are wonted so to her, dear Lord, They curved about her little form So sweetly; and from dawn of time my breast was meant To be her pillow, soft and warm.
What does one do with aching arms and empty hours, With silent rooms, and dragging days? The things I knew before will not avail me now- Teach me new lessons and new ways.
Take thou, I pray, these idle folded hands of mine Which can no longer busied be With dear, familiar tasks for her . . . In mercy, Lord, Fill hands and heart with tasks for Thee!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2010 8:28:45 GMT -6
" Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air" (II Thessalonians 4:17) SO FAR, SO NEAR
Such a little while In which to go so far. A heartbeat . . . She was gone Beyond the farthest star!
But space as well as time To God are but a breath. And He who gave us life Is master too of death.
And whether quick or dead We rest within His hand; Whether here or in That brighter, fairer Land.
These precious dead of ours, They will return some day Along the star-strewn road Which took them far away.
The Lord Himself our Guide- A shout of joy, a light- And through the open skies We too shall take our flight!
A Jacob's ladder there, By faith I see it rise, A pathway up to God, A stairway in the skies!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2010 8:05:30 GMT -6
" As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country" (Proverbs 25:25) YOUNG LOVE
My lover's coming, did you know? That's why my heart is beating so. The sky's all blue, the world's all rose; And not a single person knows, Though all the birds and flowers and trees Have told the secret to the breeze Of his coming.
People wonder why I smile. They don't know that all the while The corner of his letter's pressed Right against my throbbing breast- So sweet the tidings that it brings, All day long my glad heart sings, "He is coming!"
My lover's eyes are bluest blue, And see right to the soul of you. His arms are strong, but tender though, And hold me closely, closely - oh, Those separating miles of steel! Speed him, rails! Oh can't you feel That he's coming?
I'm just an ordinary girl, (Even though my hair does curl!) Funny nose, and lips that - well, If you promise not to tell, Cross your heart and hope to die - He says that's the reason why He is coming!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2010 9:34:22 GMT -6
SECURITY
There comes no darkness to my night, Love's candle glowing makes a light.
Nor do my blue skies know a cloud, My heart is lifted, glad and proud.
There are no shadows on my earth, Of air and sun I know no dearth.
But should the storm clouds bow my head, And creeping shadows chill with dread,
And all my heavens know no blue, My heart could sing! I'd still have you!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2010 9:51:01 GMT -6
" Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself" (Matthew 22:37-39) BREAD
I took the warm and fragrant loaves From out the oven and I viewed with satisfaction this, The work of my own hand.
And then I thought, "I'll take a loaf To Mrs. Brown; I know Her family will enjoy it for They like home baking so."
And then I gave another loaf To Mrs. Smith, and one To Mrs. Jones, then laughed to find That all my bread was gone.
And then God checked me in my tracks; I bowed by head in shame. To neighbors who knew not my Lord I, who have named His name,
Had been so "generous" I gave Them bread they did not need- But no crumb of that Living Bread, Which brings men life indeed!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2010 8:26:37 GMT -6
" and so shall we ever be with the Lord" (I Thessalonians 4:17) MARRIAGE
Though you were gone The years of our love would dwell with me. Through dusk and dawn They would food and raiment and shelter be.
I would not cry That my years were lonely and steeped in pain; For our love would tie My heart to yours like a silken skein.
And when, at last, I should see you again, my dear, my dear, They would bind us fast- Those years when we loved each other here.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2010 9:33:34 GMT -6
IN ESCROW
We sold our dreams today. The price was high And yet absurdly low. What price for sky, An ever changing panorama, and What price for white waves breaking on the sand?
It could not be that with this house we sold These drifting clouds which change from rose to gold, The throbbing stars, the silent silver moon, The smell of earth warmed by the sun at noon!
How could we bind for sale the vagrant breeze Which whispers softly through the greening trees? These hills with proud heads lifted to the blue? Bird songs and sunshine? Yes, we sold them too.
The price was high, but it was not enough. We sold our hearts today, we sold the stuff Of dreams, but not quite all. Though they bought these, Their gold could never buy our memories!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2010 9:30:43 GMT -6
A VERY LITTLE HOUSE
Only a very little house, But the windows opened wide; And all the beauty the eye could hold Was waiting just outside.
Mystery of wave and wind and sun, Beauty of sky and sea; And our hearts were turned to the lilting song Of an oriole in a tree.
A small house drowsing in summer sun, Half asleep through the hours When no one stirred but the humming bees, In a wilderness of flowers.
Sometimes drenched in the April showers - Oh the rain on the roof was sweet - With a rap-tap,tap, and a tip-tap-toe, Like the patter of silver feet.
Precious and perfect the little house, But strange is the power of gold. Dream-paced and memory-filled, today The little white house was sold.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2010 9:01:30 GMT -6
"HEART TROUBLE"
(To an old friend)
The doctors say your heart grows tired, A little weak, perhaps; But I, who've known and loved you long. Would ask those learned chaps.
Just how can heart like yours grow weak? No matter what its length Of days, nor span of busy years, Its gentleness is strength!
O heart which never bore ill will, Nor guessed what malice meant, Great heart, compassionate through years In simple kindness spent -
Could loving deeds which you forgot, (But O, not we, now we!) Avail, that kindly heart would beat Through all eternity!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2010 6:48:47 GMT -6
BIRTHDAY GREETINGS
Another milestone on the path Of life your feet have trod, A little further on the road Which leads you home to God.
But should I wish you many more Returns of this birthday? It may not be your heart's desire That you too long should stay
Within this troubled world. Perhaps Your homesick spirit longs To fly away and dwell with Him To whom that soul belongs.
Perhaps, like me, the years have brought The gray into your hair; Perhaps your forehead, once so smooth, Has lines of grief and care.
And yet, dear friend of mine, today I wish long life to you, Long life and perfect happiness. I know it will come true,
This birthday with of mine, this gift Which only God can give. The sweet assurance you will live As long as God will live!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2010 7:50:34 GMT -6
" Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself" (Matthew 19:19) NEIGHBORS
We hadn't lived there very long, And everyone was busy; We'd hear young laughter, or a song, Or bang of a "tin Lizzie." We watched the women visiting, The men go to their labors;
We felt so on the edge of things And wished we knew our neighbours.
Then one day sickness came to us, And no one was too busy To go on errands with the "bus," That ancient old "tin Lizzie," Or sit a while, or get a meal, No matter what their labors.
And now we're in the heart of things, - We know and love our neighbours!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2010 6:46:49 GMT -6
SCOUTIE AND PENNY AND SANDY AND NEIL
Scoutie and Penny and Sandy and Neil, Four dogs who loved us. For woe or for weal They laid their hearts down at our feet. Can it die, This selfless devotion which gold cannot buy?
It seems to our fancy they cannot be gone, But somewhere are greeting an eternal dawn. And God, who made dogs, will forgive us, we know, This foolish sweet dream which can comfort us so.
Because we are hoping, (the sky is so wide,) That some little corner has been set aside, A special dog heaven, their Land of the Leal, For Scoutie and Penny and Sandy and Neil!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2010 10:03:06 GMT -6
why not? there will be horses in heaven.
However, I have it on really good authority (me) that there will not be any misquitos or spiders there!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2010 8:54:56 GMT -6
" He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end" (Ecclesiates 3:11) SPRING
Spring is such a busy maid - Overworked, the poor young jade!
How she does it no one knows, Has to tint each separate rose;
With lavish hand the color spill On every golden daffodil.
Paints the skies a deeper blue, Touches up the sunrise too;
Drapes the trees' bare boughs with dress Of apple blossom loveliness.
Special "makeup" for the face Of every pansy. She must trace
With careful pencil each fine line Of the CREATOR's own design.
Nothing is too hard for her. The p***y willow's velvet fur,
And the slanting silver rain When April showers come again.
Think what labor it must take To rim with violets the lake;
To keep each lily chalice white And pure as snow for our delight.
Orange poppies sweep the land Like prairie fires out of hand;
And the sun smiles over all, For every creature great and small.
Isn't it a wondrous thing. That God in love should give us spring?
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