Do not judge and you will not be judged.
Forgive and you will be forgiven.
Give and it will be given to you.
Luke 6: 37-38


Thursday 12 May 2016

I'm in the middle of reading an amazing book called The Servant Queen and the King she serves. It mentions Minnie Louise Haskins and a poem she wrote. Here it is. 

The Desert 1908
And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year:

"Give me a light, that I may tread safely into the unknown!"

And he replied:

"Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God.

That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way."

So, I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night

And He led me toward the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.

So, heart, be still!

What need our little life,

Our human life, to know,

If God hath comprehension?

In all the dizzy strife

Of things both high and low

God hideth His intention.

Minnie Louise Haskins 1876 - 1957

This poem was quoted by King George 6th

Christmas 1939

If you enjoy poetry written to the glory of the Lord Jesus,  why don't you visit David Brown's site, click here!
Saturday, 6 December 2014

I AM ...

"I am the way" -
Our pilgrim footsteps
Have guidance where they should go;

"I am the truth"
And the renewed mind
Runs to what it should know.

"I am the life":
From that source
Vivacious movements flow.

"I am the true vine";
Grafted to Him
Leaves sprout, fruits grow.

"I am the door" -
No longer need we
Wend to and fro.

"I am the good shepherd" -
See all He was ready
To undergo!

"I am the light of the world"
And all who choose to
Flourish in His glow.

David Brown

Although the rain blows in my eyes,
(As that dev’lish droplet flies,
As the grey cloud ’bove me cries,)
Still I must walk on.

Although the sun shines down on me,
(And hits my face so I can’t see,
And heats my neck so horribly,)
Still I must walk on.

Although the fog is all in sight,
(And it’s worse when the sun is bright,
And worse still when it’s dark at night,)
Still I must walk on.

Although the snow swirls round my head,
(I hope the cold won’t make me dead,
I hope this path won’t be my bed,)
Still I must walk on.

All this weather I walk through,
I walk like many birds have flew,
I walk to start my life anew,
So still I must walk on.
Rosie Lunn-Clift 
(13 y.o.)

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