I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
A touch divine - And the scaled eyeball owns the mystic rod Visibly through his garden walketh God.
For the loving worm within its clod, Were diviner than a loveless god.
God made all the creatures and gave them our love and our fear,
To give sign, we and they are his children, one family here.
Thou at first prompting of what I call God, And fools call Nature, didst hear, comprehend, Accept the obligation laid on thee.
Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.
I say, the acknowledgment of God in Christ - Accepted by thy reason, solves for thee - All questions in the earth and out of it, And has so far advanced thee to be wise
Oh, we're sunk enough here, God knows!
That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundreds soon hit This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. That, has the world hereshould he need the next, Let the world mind him This, throws himself on God, and unperplext Seeking shall find Him.
That we devote ourselves to God, is seen In living just as though no God there were.
Other heights in other lives, God willing.
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
All service ranks the same with God, With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we there is no last nor first.
Creation purged o' the miscreate, man redeemed, A spittle wiped off from the face of God
Rafael is waiting: up to God, all three!
God is the perfect poet.
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides,one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories