The Mission Bells of Monteray (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
O BELLS that rang, O bells that sang Above the martyrs' wilderness, Till from that reddened coast-line sprang The Gospel ...
O BELLS that rang, O bells that sang Above the martyrs' wilderness, Till from that reddened coast-line sprang The Gospel ...
Say for what city of the plain"God once heard Abram plead in vain"Yet did in sov'reign mercy spareJust Lot, who ...
You have forty-nine days between death and rebirth if you're a Buddhist. Even the smallest soul could swim the English ...
Sometimes, in the scripture I hear the Prodigal the rest of the story written by Paul His need, his desire ...
The scales falling away blind no more rising to spread the word going the opposite way So sure of his ...
On that dusty road wrong-headed, yet driven brought to his knees, blinded, standing in the light Turned around completely his ...
Defined by motion ever restless traveling endlessly driven to write An agent of change Paul and his ministry trying to ...
To understand his present the future he hoped for needing to remember where he had come from before An elite, ...
Mere coins for the betrayer what a terrible cost the price of his blood resting on his head Money for ...
The path of his life changed completely reversing direction in blinding light going a different way An epiphany on the ...
Blind in that moment but given new, perfect sight Saul heard a voice in the light calling him to repent ...
So sure, anointed for that purpose sanctioned and bless to route them out He was a zealot, crusader to stamp ...
Change of the outsider, the newcomer, the professor change of the insider, the old hand change of the advocate, the ...
What better advocate can serve a mission, a calling, a purpose than a converted zealot a true believer one on ...
For so long, in my life, unable to discern, to appreciate the moment of shock, or anger, of desire for ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
After Death nothing is, and nothing, death, The utmost limit of a gasp of breath. Let the ambitious zealot lay ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate, Didst weep when Spain cast forth with flaming sword, The children of ...
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