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PagesHomeThe Old Soul and his diaryHow to use this site 31 May, 2012 31
'Tis heart on heart thou rulest. Thou art the same
At God's right hand as here exposed to shame,
And therefore workest now as thou didst then--
Feeding the faint divine in humble men.
Through all thy realms from thee goes out heart-power,
Working the holy, satisfying hour,
When all shall love, and all be loved again.

Posted byGeorge MacDonaldonThursday, May 31, 20120commentsEmail ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest 30 May, 2012 30
O Christ, who didst appear in Judah land,
Thence by the cross go back to God's right hand,
Plain history, and things our sense beyond,
In thee together come and correspond:
How rulest thou from the undiscovered bourne
The world-wise world that laughs thee still to scorn?
Please, Lord, let thy disciple understand.Posted byGeorge MacDonaldonWednesday, May 30, 20120commentsEmail ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest 29 May, 2012 29Yet hints come to me from the realm unknown;Airs drift across the twilight border land,Odoured with life; and as from some far strandSea-murmured, whispers to my heart are blownThat fill me with a joy I cannot speak,Yea, from whose shadow words drop faint and weak:Thee, God, I shadow in that region grand.
Posted byGeorge MacDonaldonTuesday, May 29, 20120commentsEmail ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest 28 May, 2012 28
For, that great freedom how should such as I
Be able to imagine in such a self?
Less hopeless far the miser man might try
To image the delight of friend-shared pelf.
Freedom is to be like thee, face and heart;
To know it, Lord, I must be as thou art,
I cannot breed the imagination high.
Posted byGeorge MacDonaldonMonday, May 28, 20120commentsEmail ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest 27 May, 2012 27
So bound in selfishness am I, so chained,
I know it must be glorious to be free
But know not what, full-fraught, the word doth mean.
By loss on loss I have severely gained
Wisdom enough my slavery to see;
But liberty, pure, absolute, serene,
No freëst-visioned slave has ever seen.
Posted byGeorge MacDonaldonSunday, May 27, 20120commentsEmail ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest 26 May, 2012 26
My prayers, my God, flow from what I am not;
I think thy answers make me what I am.
Like weary waves thought follows upon thought,
But the still depth beneath is all thine own,
And there thou mov'st in paths to us unknown.
Out of strange strife thy peace is strangely wrought;
If the lion in us pray--thou answerest the lamb.
Posted byGeorge MacDonaldonSaturday, May 26, 20120commentsEmail ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest 25 May, 2012 25
A loving word may set some door ajar
Where seemed no door, and that may enter in
Which lay at the heart of that same loving word.
In my still chamber dwell thou always, Lord;
Thy presence there will carriage true afford;
True words will flow, pure of design to win;
And to my men my door shall have no bar.
Posted byGeorge MacDonaldonFriday, May 25, 20120commentsEmail ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest Older PostsHomeSubscribe to:Posts (Atom)Subscribe toPosts Atom PostsAll Comments Atom All CommentsSweet friendsBlog Archive 2012(152) May(31)31302928272625242322212019181716151413121110987654321 April(30) March(31) February(29) January(31)

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