THE PILGRIM
STILL onward through this land of foes
I pass in Pilgrim guise;
I may not stop to seek repose
Where cool the shadow lies;
I may not stoop amid the grass
To pluck earth’s fairest flowers,
Nor by her springing fountains pass
The sultry noontide hours.
(more…)
THE TRANSFORMATION.
TO the Potter’s house I went down one day,
And watched him while moulding the vessels of clay,
And many a wonderful lesson I drew,
As I noted the process the clay went through.
FULL CONSECRATION
O SACRED union with the Perfect Mind!
Transcendent bliss, which Thou alone canst give,
How blest are they this Pearl of price who find,
And, dead to earth, have learned in Thee to live!
And thus, while dead to human hopes I lie,
Lost, and forever lost, to all but Thee,
My happy soul, since it has learned to die,
Has found new life in Thine infinity.
With joy we learn this lesson of the cross,
And tread the toilsome way which Jesus trod;
And counting present life and all things loss,
We find in death to self the life of God.
Author Unknown
THE CALL DIVINE.
TO-DAY, to-morrow, evermore,
Through cheerless nights without a star,
Not asking whither or how far,
Rejoicing though the way be sore,
Take up thy cross
And follow Me.
I cannot promise wealth or ease,
Fame, pleasure, length of days, esteem–
These things are vainer than they seem–
If thou canst turn from all of these,
Take up thy cross
And follow Me!
I promise only perfect peace,
Sweet peace that lives through years of strife;
Eternal love, immortal life,
And rest when all these wanderings cease.
Take up thy cross
And follow Me!
My yoke is easy–put it on;
My burden very light to bear.
Who shareth this, My crown shall share–
The present cross insures the crown.
Take up thy cross
And follow Me!
Author Unknown
TELL ME ABOUT THE MASTER.
TELL me about the Master!
I am weary and worn tonight;
The day lies behind me in shadow,
And only the evening is light!
Light with a radiant glory
That lingers about the west.
My poor heart is weary, aweary,
And longs, like a child, for rest.
Tell me about the Master!
Of the hills He in loneliness trod,
When the tears and blood of His anguish,
Dropped down on Judea’s sod.
For to me life’s seventy mile-stones
But a sorrowful journey mark;
Rough lies the hill country before me,
The mountains behind me are dark.
Tell me about the Master!
Of the wrongs He freely forgave;
Of His love and tender compassion,
Of His love that is mighty to save;
For my heart is aweary, aweary,
Of the woes and temptations of life,
Of the error that stalks in the noonday,
Of falsehood and malice and strife.
Yet I know that whatever of sorrow
Or pain or temptation befall,
The infinite Master hath suffered,
And knoweth and pitieth all.
So tell me the sweet old story,
That falls on each wound like a balm,
And my heart that is bruised and broken
Shall grow patient and strong and calm.
Jesus I am your child.
Instill in me, I pray,
Your fruit so sweet and beautiful,
Show in my life each day.
Lord show in me a love for all,
And a joy that will not cease.
Bring patience and Your goodness,
Kindness and your peace.
Jesus let me be faithful
And gentle to all I meet.
Fill me with your self-control
From my head down to my feet.
Lord I want to walk with you
And with each step along the way
Let your fruit shine brightly through
Your servant, Lord I pray.
By P.S. Gunter
Finding Time for God 