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Therefore, behold, I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness, and speak tenderly unto her.
Hosea 2:14 ESV
Who is that coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved?
Song of Solomon 8:5a ESV
Song of Solomon 8:5a ESV
“For we walk by faith...” 2 Cor. 5:7
My soul is shod with faith
With grace as guarantee,
And I am safe where e'er I go:
My Jesus walks with me.
My soul walks weary miles
Upholden by His arm;
His rod and staff are in my hand,
I will not come to harm.
My soul does dance in joy
And stumbles when in grief,
But though the road dust blinds my eye,
God helps my unbelief.
My soul is shod in faith
With grace as guarantee,
And I am safe where e'er I go:
My Jesus walks with me.
Feb. 19, 2004
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Author of Light
Author of light, revive my dying spright,
Redeem it from the snares of all-confounding night.
Lord, light me to thy blessed way:
For blind with worldly vain desires I wander as a stray.
Sun and moon, stars and underlights I see,
But all their glorious beams are mists and darkness being compared to thee.
Fountain of health, my soul's deep wounds recure,
Sweet showers of pity rain, wash my uncleaness pure.
One drop of thy desired grace
The faint and fading heart can raise, and in joy's bosom place.
Sin and death, hell and tempting fiends may rage; But God his own will guard, and their sharp pains and grief in time assuage.
~Thomas Campion
Redeem it from the snares of all-confounding night.
Lord, light me to thy blessed way:
For blind with worldly vain desires I wander as a stray.
Sun and moon, stars and underlights I see,
But all their glorious beams are mists and darkness being compared to thee.
Fountain of health, my soul's deep wounds recure,
Sweet showers of pity rain, wash my uncleaness pure.
One drop of thy desired grace
The faint and fading heart can raise, and in joy's bosom place.
Sin and death, hell and tempting fiends may rage; But God his own will guard, and their sharp pains and grief in time assuage.
~Thomas Campion
About Me
Weary in Well-doing
I would have gone; God bade me stay:
I would have worked; God bade me rest.
He broke my will from day to day,
He read my yearnings unexpressed
And said them nay.
Now I would stay; God bids me go:
Now I would rest; God bids me work.
He breaks my heart tossed to and fro,
My soul is wrung with doubts that lurk
And vex it so.
I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me;
Day after day I plod and moil:
But, Christ my God, when will it be
That I may let alone my toil
And rest with Thee?
~Christina Rossetti
I would have worked; God bade me rest.
He broke my will from day to day,
He read my yearnings unexpressed
And said them nay.
Now I would stay; God bids me go:
Now I would rest; God bids me work.
He breaks my heart tossed to and fro,
My soul is wrung with doubts that lurk
And vex it so.
I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me;
Day after day I plod and moil:
But, Christ my God, when will it be
That I may let alone my toil
And rest with Thee?
~Christina Rossetti
Sonnet XIV--John Donne
Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit you, but O, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy.
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again;
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.