Poems

"Desire is prayer"*

Ere dawn her saffron sails unfurled, Or timid night-wraiths fled away, The penitent looked up and cried: My Father, I would learn to pray.

Stay On

O angel messengers that bless,And gently tarry to caress,Stay sweetly long;Stay closely, lest this heart of mineShould so forget as to repineFor want of song.

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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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Ripened Years

Christians should ripen with the passing years,Mellow and soften, sweet and tender grow,As orchard fruitage mellows on the bough,When autumn breezes laden branches blow.

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The Mind of Christ

Give us the Mind of Christ that weShall, like the Man of Galilee,Reflect Thy goodness all complete.

Gratitude

Father , I lift my joyful heart to TheeIn loving gratitudeThat I can sometimes, though but faintly, seeThy ever present good.

Reflection

I stood beside a lake of crystal water

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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Strength

O whispering pines! Your swaying graceHas strength enoughTo hold you firmly in your placeThough storms be rough.

The Ballad of Mary Magdalene

I saw him first in the market placeWith a child against his knee,And when he said, "Forbid them not,"I thought he looked at me.

Our Dwelling Place

Our dwelling place in Thee, O Lord,Before the mountains were,Before the hills and valleys bloomedIn radiant joy secure!

A Prayer

Lord, grant me patienceTo bear the little things that seem to irk —The petty hates, the jealousies that lurkIn daily contact with my fellow man—These cannot hurt me, if I only canMore patient be.

Stronghold

Go publish ye the glory of the Lord,His uninvaded power;So publishing and praising, tell the newsOf man's exhaustless dower.

Freedom

Sin has no power to bind you,Child of God.