Waiting for the shout!
The face of God
Mom!
The Hidden Line of No Return
Chastisement & Suffering
Friendship
The Voice and the Words
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Waiting for the
shout!
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O God, You have taught me from my youth;
And to this day I declare Your wondrous works.
Now also when I am old and grayheaded,
O God, do not forsake me,
Until I declare Your strength to this generation,
Your power to everyone who is to come.
You, who have shown me great and severe troubles,
Shall revive me again,
And bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
Psalm 71.17-18, 20
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A cow for my dairy, a dog for my game,
And a purse when a friend wants to borrow;
I'll envy no nabob his riches or fame,
Nor what honors await him tomorrow.
From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely
Secured by a neighboring hill;
And at night may repose steal upon me more sweetly
By the sound of a murmuring rill:
And while peace and plenty I find at my board,
With a heart free from sickness and sorrow,
With my friends may I share what today may afford,
And let them spread the table tomorrow.
And when I at last must throw off this frail covering
Which I've worn for threescore years and ten,
On the brink of the grave I'll not seek to keep hovering,
Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again:
But my face in the glass I'll serenely survey,
And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow;
As this old worn-out stuff, which is threadbare today,
Shall become everlasting tomorrow.
"Tomorrow" by J. Collins
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In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
May my lot no less fortunate be
Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining,
And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea;
With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn,
While I carol away idle sorrow,
And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn
Look forward with hope for tomorrow.
With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade,
As the sunshine or rain may prevail;
And a small spot of ground for the use of the spade,
With a barn for the use of the flail;
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The face of God
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They say that God lives very high!
But if you look above the pines
You cannot see our God. And why?
And if you dig down in the mines
You never see God in the gold
Though from Him all that's glory shines.
God is so good! He wears a fold
Of heaven and earth across His face --
Like secrets kept, for love untold.
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2- But
still I feel that God's embrace
Slides down by thrills, through all things made,
Through sight and sound of every place:
As if my tender mother laid
On my shut lids her kisses' pressure,
Half-waking me at night to say,
"Who kissed you in the dark, dear guesser?"
"A Child's Thought of God" by Elizabeth
Barrett Browning
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3- Philip
said to Jesus, "Lord, show us the Father, and it is sufficient for us."
Jesus replied, "Have I been with you so long, and yet you have not known Me, Philip? He who has seen Me has seen the Father."
John 14.8-9a |
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Mom!
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She always leaned to watch for us,
Anxious if we were late,
In winter by the window,
In summer by the gate;
And though we mocked her tenderly,
Who had such foolish care,
The long way home would seem more safe
Because she waited there.
Her thoughts were all so full of us --
She never could forget!
And so I think that where she is
She must be watching yet,
Waiting till we come home to her,
Anxious if we are late --
Watching from Heaven's window,
Leaning from Heaven's gate.
"The Watcher -- Mother" by Margaret
Widdemer
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A woman in labor has pain,
Because her hour has come.
But after she has given birth,
She no longer remembers the anguish,
For joy that her child has been born into the world.
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She watches over the ways of her household,
And does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children rise up and call her blessed;
Her husband also, and he praises her:
"Many daughters have done well, but you excel them all."
Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing,
But a woman who fears the LORD,
She shall be praised.
John 16.21; Proverbs 31.27-30
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