Poems and Bible Verses
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Overseas, and
longing to be home
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Please let your servant turn back
again,
That I may die in my own city,
Near the grave of my father and mother.
Second Samuel 19.37a
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'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and
down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the kings,
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
So it's home again, and home again, America for me!
My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be
In the land of youth and freedom, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air;
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living, there IS no place like home.
I like the German fir-woods in green battalions drilled;
I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing fountains filled;
But, oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day
In the friendly western woodlands where Nature has her way!
I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack!
The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.
But the glory of the Present is to make the Future free --
We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.
Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me!
I want a ship that's westward bound to plow the rolling sea,
To the blessed Land of Room Enough, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
"America For Me" by Henry Van Dyke
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Waiting for the
shout!
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Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day to day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For in the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had...
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
"Remember" by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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For I know that my Redeemer lives,
And He shall stand at last on the earth.
And after my skin is destroyed,
this I know,
That in my flesh I shall see God,
Whom I shall see for myself,
And my eyes shall behold, and not another.
How my heart yearns within me!
Job 19.25-27
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Tired back? Get
yoked!
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To every one on earth
God gives a burden, to be carried down
The road that lies between the cross and crown.
No lot is wholly free;
He giveth one to thee.
Some carry it aloft,
Open and visible to any eyes;
And all may see its form and weight and size.
Some hide it in their breast,
And deem it there unguessed.
Thy burden is God's gift,
And it will make the bearer calm and strong;
Yet, lest it press too heavily and long,
God says, "Cast it on Me,
And it shall easy be."
And those who heed His voice,
And seek to give it back in trustful prayer,
Have quiet hearts that never can despair;
And hope lights up the way
Upon the darkest day.
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Take thou thy burden thus
Into thy hands, and lay it at God's feet;
And, whether it be sorrow or defeat
Or pain or sin or care,
Just leave it calmly there.
It is the lonely road
That crushes out the life and light of Heaven;
But, born with God, the soul, restored, forgiven,
Sings out, through all the days,
Her joy and God's high praise.
"The Burden" by Marianne Farningham
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Come to Me, all you who labor and
are heavy laden, And I will give you rest.
Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me,
For I am gentle and lowly in heart,
And you will find rest for your souls.
For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.
"Matthew 11.28-30" by Jesus Christ
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Egg day?
NO way!
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Resurrection day breaks!
Christ rises! Mercy every way is infinite --
Earth breaks up. Time drops away.
In flows heaven with its new day
Of endless life.
What is left for us except in growth
Of soul to rise up?
From the gift we look to the Giver,
And from the cistern to the River,
And from the finite to infinity,
And from man's dust to God's divinity.
"Rest Remaineth" by Robert Browning
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The angel told the women:
Fear not.
I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified.
He is not here, for He has risen, just as He said.
Come, see the place where He was lying.
Go quickly and tell His disciples
That He has risen from the dead.
Behold, He is going ahead of you into Galilee.
There you will see Him.
Behold, I have told you.
The women left the tomb quickly, with fear and great
joy,
And ran to report it to His disciples.
And behold, Jesus met them and greeted them.
And they came up and took hold of His feet
And worshiped Him.
Matthew 28.5-9
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Storm at sea, in
a leaky boat
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1-Have
you come to the Red Sea place in your life,
Where, in spite of all you can do,
There is no way out, there is no way back,
There is no other way but through?
Then wait on the Lord, with a trust serene,
Till the night of your fear is gone;
He will send the winds, He will heap the floods,
When He says to your soul, "Go on!"
And His hand shall lead you through,
Ere the watery walls roll down;
No wave can touch you, no foe can smite,
No mightiest sea can drown.
The tossing billows may rear their crests,
Their foam at your feet may break,
But over their bed you shall walk dry-shod
In the path that your Lord shall make.
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2-In
the morning watch, 'neath the lifted cloud,
You shall see but the Lord alone.
When He leads you forth from the place of the sea,
To a land that you have not known.
And your fears shall pass as your foes have passed,
You shall no more be afraid;
You shall sing His praise in a better place,
In a place that His hand hath made.
"At the Place of the Sea" by Annie Johnson
Flint
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Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD,
And whose hope is the LORD.
For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters, Which spreads out its roots by the river,
And will not fear when heat comes;
But its leaf will be green,
And will not be anxious in the year of drought,
Nor will cease from yielding fruit.
Jer 17.7-8
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On Skull Mountain
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Jesus, bearing His cross, went out to a place called
the Place of a Skull,
which is called in Hebrew, Golgotha.
There they crucified Him, and two others with Him,
one on either side, and Jesus in the center.
John 19.17-18
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1-There
was no glory on the hill that day;
Only dark shame,
And three stark crosses rearing in the sky.
Only a whining wind,
And jeering,
And an anguished voice
Crying forgiveness.
Then darkness fell.
We sit today in cushioned pews
And for three hours we watch with Him,
Singing and praying,
Hearing quiet words.
There is a gentle rustle as we move in and out,
Too busy to stay long,
Or else too tired
To sit so long a time
In cushioned pews.
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2-We
see a golden cross
And pray to God
That some day,
In His own good time,
The world may do His will.
But we ourselves
Have little time to help --
Except to say a prayer
On cushioned pews.
The golden cross is all aglow
In candle flame.
It burns like flame.
Like flame it burns into my heart --
The golden cross has turned to fire
The candle glow --
Has set the cross on fire --
The burning cross up on the altar
Cries --
Cries out to me.
The flaming cross is burned into my heart!
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3-The
others have not seen.
There is the golden cross
And candle glow.
There was no glory on the hill that day;
But one stark cross
Against a vacant sky.
"Good Friday" by Martha Provine Leach
Turner
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Shaalu shalom America!
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My soul, there is a country
Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a wing'ed sentry
All skillful in the wars;
There above noise, and danger
Sweet peace sits crowned with smiles
And One born in a manger
Commands the beauteous files.
He is thy gracious Friend,
And (O, my soul, awake!)
Did in pure love descend
To die here for thy sake.
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If thou canst get but thither,
There grows the flower of peace,
The rose that cannot wither,
Thy fortress, and thy ease;
Leave then thy foolish ranges,
For none can thee secure,
But One who never changes,
Thy God, thy Life, thy Cure.
"Peace" by Henry Vaughan
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I will both lie down in peace, and sleep;
For You alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety.
Psalm 4.8
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