The Carpenter

June 6, 2016 at 2:05 am (Poems, Remodeling the Mind, Thoughts to Ponder) (, , , , , , )

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O Lord, at Joseph’s humble bench
Thy hands did handle saw and plane;
Thy hammer nails did drive and clench,
Avoiding knot and humouring grain.

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That Thou didst seem, Thou wast indeed,
In sport Thy tools Thou didst not use;
Nor, helping hinds or fishers need,
The labourer’s hire, too nice, refuse.

Lord, might I be but as a saw,
A plane, a chisel, in Thy hand!
No, Lord! I take it back in awe,
Such prayer for me is far too grand.

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I pray, O Master, let me lie,
As on Thy bench the favored wood;
Thy saw, Thy plane, Thy chisel ply,
And work me into something good.

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No, no; ambition, Holy-high,
Urges for more than both to pray:
Come in, O Gracious Force, I cry –
Or workmen, share my shed of clay.

Then I, at bench, or desk, or oar,
With knife or needle, voice or pen,
As Thou in Nazareth of yore,
Shall do the Father’s will again.

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This fashioning a workmen rare,
O Master, this shall be Thy fee,
Home to Thy Father Thou shalt bear
Another child made like Thee.

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Hear, O Israel!

November 10, 2014 at 9:30 pm (Thoughts to Ponder) (, , , , , , , , , )

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Kingdom Beauty

July 15, 2014 at 1:36 am (Poems, Prayers) (, , , , , )

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Oh God bring such a beauty
Of riches and heavenly plain
That marks the Ester woven
Within a nation vain

Pull now upon the heart strings
Where pain and complaint employ
A glass seen half but empty
Full now with ‘Kingdom come joy’

Let fall upon this maiden
The rain of Truth en-robed
That hearkens heavens whispers
Where fog and Sinister probes

Weave masterminded wisdom
Behind the creative eye
That searches till she’s breathless
The Kingdom in Your sigh

Behold this child like maiden
Whose in Your choicest will
The glory and honor now due You
While temporally still
Thy Will
Thy Will
Thy Will
And every maiden be still and know
Your Kingdom seems slow in show
Yet full of strength and quiet power
Your Kingdom’s on the go.

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I Would I Were A Child

September 22, 2012 at 11:20 am (Poems) (, , , )

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I would I were a child
That I might look, and laugh, and say, My Father!
And follow Thee with running feet, or rather
Be led through dark and wild!

How I would hold Thy hand,
My glad eyes often to Thy glory lifting!
Should darkness ‘twixt Thy face and mine come drifting,
My heart would but expand.

If an ill thing came near,
I would but creep within Thy mantle’s folding,
Shut my eyes close, Thy hand yet faster holding,
And soon forget my fear.

O soul! O soul, rejoice!
Thou art God’s child indeed, for all thy sinning;
A poor weak child, yet His, and worth winning
With Saviour eyes and voice.

Who spake the words? Didst Thou? They are too good, even for such a giver:
Such water drinking once, I should feel ever
As I had drunk but now.

Yet sure the Word said so, Teaching our lips to cry with His, Our Father!
Telling the tale of Him who once did gather
His goods to Him, and go!

Ah, Thou dost lead me, God!
But it is dark and starless, the way dreary;
Almost I sleep, I am so very weary Upon this rough hill-road.

Almost! Nay, I do sleep;
There is no darkness save in this my dreaming;
Thy fatherhood above, around, is beaming;
Thy hand my hand doth keep.

With sighs my soul doth teem;
I have no knowledge but I am sleeping;
Haunted with lies, my life will fail in weeping:
Wake me from this my dream.

How long shall heavy night
Deny the Day? How long shall this dull sorrow
Say in my heart that never any morrow
Will bring the friendly light?

Lord, art Thou in the room?
Come near my bed; oh, draw aside the curtain!
A child’s heart would say Father, were it certain
That it would not presume.

But if this dreary sleep
May not be broken, help Thy helpless sleeper
To rest in Thee; so shall his sleep grow deeper –
For evil dreams too deep.

Father! I dare at length;
My childhood sure will hold me free from blaming;
Sinful yet hoping, I to Thee come, claiming
Thy tenderness, my strength.

~ Written by George MacDonald (1824-1905)

Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ❤

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