I rose, went forth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My chains released from worry, the world turned inward to my sacred Lord I rose, went forth feeling his love ...
My chains released from worry, the world turned inward to my sacred Lord I rose, went forth feeling his love ...
In this world of illusion of lies of self-reliance of the shoulder to the wheel and lifting up our own ...
Liberty in this offering this blessing of Christ to loose the bonds of captivity the chains of this life Worry ...
May I shout sing out loud my heart is free my chains are gone My prayer, oh Lord only to ...
When I focus on you only on you, my Savior, my God away from the world my chains fell off ...
My heart free, unbound by the chains I rose, and followed thee Oh how I wish, this was the way ...
God with us waiting for our stillness to center ourselves to slough off the world In God's silence holy service ...
Meaning, peace in our stillness centering on God in the truth of his words Love unending in sending the Son ...
The words of Christ speaking to us each of us hearing his words just for us Do not be worried ...
If we could let go leave our worries if we could be like the grasses and simply be How much ...
The question hanging like the Sword of Damocles offered up that we would hear the message for us in the ...
The scripture's message teaching us not to worry embedded in the love of God In providing the Savior the Son ...
If we need to more fully understand the words of the scripture if we are to believe we can trust ...
In turning to him in our struggles letting down our burdens in releasing our cares to the four winds His ...
What we are worth far more than the grasses the lilies of the field and the birds of the air ...
Our lives so much more valuable than our constant struggles our worries worth far less than the energy we invest ...
Not letting go carrying our worry with us always like a dog with a bone So much comfort peace in ...
Only indigestion discomfort, blood pressure not much more does our worry produce The folly of worry that we could fix ...
Head turned down to the sand sunburn to be, on the back of my neck looking for the little treasures ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! Oh, thy ...
O, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! O, thy ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
A man there came, whence none could tell, Bearing a Touchstone in his hand; And tested all things in the ...
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