Psalms 73 As in 1st chronicles 25, Asaph probably appears as a true worshipper . His family is of singers and his lot is always the first to be cast in the choosing of the duties in worship in Israel.He falls 2nd in rank after … Continue reading A psalm of Asaph.
I had not known before,
Forever was so long a word.
The slow stroke of the clock of time,
I had not heard,
‘Tis hard to learn so late,
It seems no sad heart really learns,
But hopes and trusts and learns and fears,
And bleeds and burns,
The night is not all dark,
Nor is the day all it seems,
But each may bring this relief,
My dreams and dreams
I had not known before
That never was so sad a word
So wrap me in forgetfulness
I have not heard.
In dark pits,
and in drop wise bits,
tears flow freely…
In quiet ambiance,
and in thoughts of fervency,
are myriad questions,
Down in the dumps,
Beyond all arms
even beyond poetic alms,
I wish you were here in the calm.
But Lord as the thunder rolls,
And as your mercy falls,
I raise my hands in aim,
To praise you who is of all.
It’s all ever written on the face of heaven,
and on every skylight peace haven,
with every star twinkle at seven,
and with every squirm of crickets and ravens,
sings a perfect harmony of love laden.
And with the rays of the new sun,
that search under the branches,
In every canny of heart hunches,
Craving for scalding embraces,
Patiently lies love in wait.
So discreetly will it wait,
And with every count of stars,
does strength never grow weary,
It will always reside in the heart,
For you TWO friends,
So today I thought of you two,
And knew I’d be right on cue,
Not to be left out too,
In this birthday move.
For your care in truth,
and your love in breadth,
and friendship so kind,
that that is hard to find,
You deserve great lines.
It’s official,you’ve lived one more year,
You’re birthday gifted and caked,
But I don’t think you’re a full make,
You’re only half-baked.
From morning till night,
May your days be bright,
And nicer than ever before,
And as years come and go,
May your happiness grow,
And may your dreams be fulfilled
Happy Birthday Friends,
He lies in wait.
He lays no bait.
He knows the day will come…
The day he’ll overcome.
He neither hopes nor prays;
It lies upon the days.
“Who strives to push the days
and his effort pays?” he asks. “Time and tides wait for no man,
The hour rushes to catch none.”
So he lies in wait
He trusts his fate.
There she comes…his mate
And peers upon the grate.
A chill is sent down his spine
The strings of his heart twine.
Like they do it in the hood,
With a finger thumped
Upon the base of the thumb
Make her hot on her heels
Even without the bills.
She anticipates the snap
While he takes a nap.
Just a fish in the seas,
Or so he sees…
He lies in wait
For the day…the date.
She was the empress of time,
Riding on a tide.
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So finally I have a day to go before school, and probably this has been the most successful holiday with starting up this blog.Special thanks to those who have really held my hand as I worked on this.
But today I wanted to share this with you,that all this has not been by my effort.It has taken God’s hand.
William Henley once wrote a poem that is widely known especially because of one of its phrase”I am the master of my own fate.However, there is a christian version to his poem written by Dorothy Day, a young christian schoolgirl who ran in trouble in her school because of refusing to recite the poem.When she finally ran out of options she presented her Christian version.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul,
In the fell Clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced or cried aloud,
Under the bludgeoning of chance,
My head is bloody but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
Looms but the horror of shade,
And yet the menace of the years,
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate ,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the Captain of my soul.
Out of the light that dazzles me,
Bright as the sun from pole to pole,
I thank the God that I know to be,
For Christ is the conqueror of my soul.
Since he is the sway of circumstance
I would not wince or cry aloud,
Under the rule with men call Chance,
My head with joy is humbly bowed,
Beyond this place of sin and tears,
That life with Him!And his the aid,
That, spite the menace of years,
Keeps and shall keep me unafraid.
I have no fear through the straight gate,
He cleared from punishments the scroll,
Christ is the Master of my fate,
Christ is the Captain of my soul.