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Rock of My Heart

by Amy Carmichael

Rock of my heart and my Fortress Tower,
dear are Thy thoughts to me;
Like the unfolding of leaf and flower
opening silently.
And on the edge of these Thy ways,
standing in awe as heretofore,
Thee do I worship, Thee do I praise
and adore.

Rock of my heart and my Fortress Tower,
dear is Thy love to me;
Search I the world for a word of power,
find it at Calvary.
O deeps of love that rise and flow
round about me and all things mine,
Love of all loves, in Thee I know
Love Divine


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Leave me, O Love, which reaches but to dust;
and thou, my mind, aspire to higher things;
grow rich in that which never taketh rust;
whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings.

Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might
to that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be,
which breaks the clouds, and opens forth the light,
that doth both shine and give us sight to see.

Oh, take fast hold; let that light be they guide
in this small course which birth draws out to death,
and think how evil become him to slide,
who seeketh heaven, and comes of heavenly breath.

Then farewell, world; thy uttermost I see:
Eternal Love, maintain thy life in me.

–Philip Sidney (1554-1586)


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Peace After a Storm

When darkness long has veiled my mind,
and smiling day once more appears,
then, my Redeemer, then I find
the follow of my doubts and fears.

Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,
and blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base a part
or harbor one hard thought of Thee.

Oh! Let me then at length be taught
what I am still so slow to learn;
that God is love and changes not,
nor knows the shadow of a turn.

Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!
But when my faith is sharply tried,
I find myself a learner yet,
unskillful, weak, and apt to slide.

–William Cowper (1731-1800)


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a lone tree
clings to the banks of the raging river
leaves tossed
boughs bent
daily tested by the elements

its roots dig deeper
holding the tree to the shore
security sought in the deep rich soil

how the barren tree during the storm
its leaves blown off

how ugly the tree
its bark patched
its branches twisted

but the clouds disperse
the sun greets the little tree
coaxing it heavenward

by the time the warmth of Spring arrives
the tree is covered in green buds
a promise of many leaves and much fruit

Psalm 1:3 He shall be like a tree Planted by the rivers of water, That brings forth its fruit in its season, Whose leaf also shall not wither; And whatever he does shall prosper.

Job 23:10 But He knows the way that I take; When He has tested me, I shall come forth as gold.
Copyright MaryBeth Mullin


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I am Yours
I breathe in
your Spirit fills me again
my troubles scatter
waiting for me in the darkness
for opportunity to arise

I am Yours
how could I forget?

I am precious in Your sight
I am the apple of Your eye
I am Yours forever

You have taken me from darkness and judgment
translated me into the kingdom of your incredible light

You are light
You banish the darkness that threatens
threatens to over take me

My enemies gather ‘round
but they are no real threat to me
You are holding me

I am Yours.

Copyright MaryBeth Mullin IMG_0841

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We who love Jesus
are flawed

We are the Mary Magdalenes,
the women at the well,
the women with the issue of blood
the women caught in adultery
the impure
the unclean
the tax collectors
the prostitutes

Others reject us
hate us
are repulsed by us-
the proof of our sin
woven into our garment
but no longer tarnishing our souls.

We fall short
we disappoint
we’re harsh
we’re weak
we hurt others
we hold grudges
we back-bite
we defame
we’re difficult
we’re hypocrites
we’re human

But God
separates us
sets us apart
in Him
we find our sufficiency

In God
is our bond
we call out, “Abba”
the children of God
He loves us
planned for us
bled and died for us

He restored us
He justified us
He made a way for us
became the way for us
He is sufficient

We are not orphans
He will return for us
Our Great God
Our Good Father
Our Savior and Redeemer

He has never–
not for one moment
never–no never
lost sight of us

We are His
He is ours
He is sufficient

We grow weary
we give up
we run away
leaving chaos in our wake
ignoring the pain we cause
the slights
the cuts
the dagger pushed in
to its hilt
pulled out, dripping crimson

We hate
we kill
we kill hope
we kill ourselves
we hide dreams under burial mounds

we resist righteousness
we resist goodness
we resist gentleness
we resist kindness
we resist all that would bring us peace
nevertheless He is faithful

We are insufficient
But He is sufficient


Mary Mullin, Copyright 2020

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Christmas Poem

Love Came Down at Christmas
Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, Love Divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and Angels gave the sign.

Worship we the Godhead,
Love Incarnate, Love Divine;
Worship we our Jesus:
But wherewith for sacred sign?

Love shall be our token,
Love shall be yours and love be mine,
Love to God and all men,
Love for plea and gift and sign.

–Christina Georgina Rossetti, 1885

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