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by Charles Hutchinson Gabriel (1856-1932)

I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene,
And wonder how He could love me,
A sinner, condemned, unclean.

How marvelous! How wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
How marvelous! How wonderful
Is my Savior’s love for me!

For me it was in the garden
He prayed, “Not My will, but Thine;”
He had no tears for His own griefs,
But sweat-drops of blood for mine.

In pity angels beheld Him,
And came from the world of light
To comfort Him in the sorrows
He bore for my soul that night.

He took my sins and my sorrows,
He made them His very own;
He bore the burden to Calv’ry,
And suffered and died alone.

When with the ransomed in glory
His face I at last shall see,
‘Twill be my joy thru the ages
To sing of His love for me.

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My eyes for beauty pine

By Robert Bridges (1844-1930)

My eyes for beauty pine,
My souls for Goddes grace;
No other care nor hope is mine;
To heaven I turn my face.

Once splendour thence is shed
From all the stars above:
‘Tis named when God’s name is said,
‘Tis Love, ‘tis heavenly Love.

And every gentle heart,
That burns with true desire,
Is lit from eyes that mirror part
Of that celestial fire.

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By Sir Robert Grant

(1779-1838)

Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail,
The moon forget her nightly tale,
And deepest silence hush on high
The radiant chorus of the sky.

But fixed for everlasting years,
Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres.
Thy word shall shine in cloudless day
When heaven and earth have passed away.

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Relinquishing Idols

Standing alone
gripping the metal piece
to my sobbing breast
precious it was
loathe was I to part with it

Once highly polished
varnish worn
exposing human manufacture
hope dashed
my idol would never
return all I’d invested
money
time
talent
health

Why would You ask for it?
why ask me to give it up?
it’s nothing, really–

You persist
Your hand extended
to receive
my arm extended
to give

Light exposes
its sad condition
object of misplaced adoration
edges worn
paint thin, chipped
lusterless

My heart lurches as You take it–
prying open my fingers
I release
forlorn

Your tear catches my eye
realization stabs
reality intrudes
I float up from waking sleep
heart hurting
You would shed a tear for me?

I reach to touch the wet on Your cheek
to feel the evidence of Your devotion
You pull me close
to let me hear Your heart–
to know life
with You

I see now
all You’ve done for me
a film playing silently
on the screen of heaven

my idol
never answered a single prayer
never extended one moment of comfort
never spoke one word of guidance
never provided one moment of protection

only lies
false hope
false security

it was You
Adonai
Y-H-V-H
Yud-Heh-Vah-Heh
Adonai Elohim
Adonai Yir’eh
Adonai Nissi
Adonai Shalom
Adonai Tsidkenu

It was only ever You.

MaryBeth Mullin

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Small

I was nearly made small
surrounded and hemmed in
by small thinking
petty thinking
reactionary
narrow
inside-the-box
the cardboard box
thinking
or the absence of thinking

I felt my thoughts grow small
puny
longing to retaliate
in small-mindedness
crawl into that place
with its sub-basement conduct
underground deportment

after all–that’s what they did
that’s how they treated me
that’s what they would understand
low
lower
base
baser

Into my plans
shot an arrow of light
a spark of wisdom
from above

smallness is their distinctive
small-minded actions
puny-minded words
only confirmed I was one of them

but I didn’t want to be
that’s not who I’m meant to be

The only way to communicate
with the puny mind
is to be big
bigger
big-hearted
gi-normous

put aside every bit of smallness
every shred of puny thinking
be generous to a fault
overlook the wrongs
live above
live big

smallness is not a question of size
smallness is inside
a state of mind
and the state of living that follows

No one can make me small.

by MaryBeth Mullin

Copyright 2020

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By John Wright Follette (1883-1966)

I am a flame born of celestial fire
I bear a name, Insatiable Desire.
I wear in heart an image all divine,
Past human art, not traced by mortal line.
I hear God call to taste His heavenly power;
I give my all to burn life’s single hour.
So let me burn through fetters that would bind;
Thus will I learn and freedom will I find.
I shall return to Love’s eternal fire,
There shall I burn – a satisfied desire.

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By Amy Carmichael, 1867-1951

Shadow and coolness, Lord,
Art Thou to me;
Cloud of my soul, lead, on,
I follow Thee.
What though the hot winds blow,
Fierce heat beats up below?
Fountains of water flow–
Praise, praise to Thee.

Clearness and glory, Lord,
Art Thou to me;
Light of my soul, lead on,
I follow Thee.
All through the moonless night,
Making its darkness bright,
Thou art my Heavenly Light–
Praise, praise to Thee.

Shadow and shine art Thou,
Dear Lord, to me;
Pillar of cloud and fire,
I follow Thee.
What though the way is long,
In Thee my heart is strong,
Thou art my joy, my song–
Praise, praise to Thee.

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by William H. Bathurst, 1796-1877

O for a faith that will not shrink
Though pressed by ev’ry foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
Of any earthly woe.

That will not murmur nor complain
Beneath the chast’ning rod,
But in the hour of grief or pain
Will lean upon its God.

A faith that shines more bright and clean
When tempests rage without,
That, when in danger, knows no fear,
In darkness feels no doubt.

Lord, give me such a faith as this,
And then, whate’er may come,
I’ll take e’en now the hallowed bliss
Of an eternal home.

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In His Grip

Strong is the hand that plucked me from the raging waters and set me on the Rock.

Gentle are the hands that comfort me and wipe away my tears.

Firm is the grip that keeps me from harm and evil.

Merciful are the arms which hug me close as I kick and scream in rebellion.

Everlasting are the arms that hold me close to the Father’s heart.

Worthy are the nail-pierced hands that present me holy and without blame before the throne of God.

. . . and no one can deliver me out of His hand.

 

Copyright M.E.Mullin

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Last Lines

By Emily Bronte (1818-1848)

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven’s glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life – that in me has rest,
As I – undying life –have power in thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
the steadfast rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in thee.

There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou – THOU art Being and Breath,
And what THOU art may never be destroyed.

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