By Francis of Assisi Most high, all powerful, all good Lord! All praise is Yours, all glory, all honor, and all blessing. To You, alone, Most High, do they belong. No mortal lips are worthy to pronounce Your name. “Amen! Blessing and glory and wisdom and thanksgiving and honorand power and strength belong to our…
Category: Words
Desperate. Empty. Guilty.
“I come broken to be mendedI come wounded to be healedI come desperate to be rescuedI come empty to be filledI come guilty to be pardonedBy the blood of Christ the LambAnd I’m welcomed with open armsPraise God, just as I am”(This stanza is a bridge between verses of “Just As I Am,” as sung…
Wounded
“I come broken to be mendedI come wounded to be healedI come desperate to be rescuedI come empty to be filledI come guilty to be pardonedBy the blood of Christ the LambAnd I’m welcomed with open armsPraise God, just as I am”(This stanza is a bridge between verses of “Just As I Am,” as sung…
Broken
“I come broken to be mendedI come wounded to be healedI come desperate to be rescuedI come empty to be filledI come guilty to be pardonedBy the blood of Christ the LambAnd I’m welcomed with open armsPraise God, just as I am”(This stanza is a bridge between verses of “Just As I Am,” as sung…
“Just As I Am”
Charlotte Elliott (18 March 1789 – 22 September 1871) was an English poet, hymn writer, and editor. Although being an invalid for much of her life, she wrote about 150 hymns and many poems, some of which were printed anonymously, with Just As I Am probably the best known. John Brownlie described the hymn’s story in his book The Hymns…
“Don’t Quit”
By John Greenleaf Whittier “When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,When the funds are low and the debts are high,And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit. Life is queer with…
John Greenleaf Whittier
John Greenleaf Whittier (December 17, 1807 – September 7, 1892) was an influential American Quaker poet and ardent advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States. His poetry points directly to God. The west-winds blow, and, singing low,I hear the glad streams run;The windows of my soul I throwWide open to the sun. No…
“Every Burden …
… Every Crown” The words kept circling my brain until, in desperation, I looked them up. Turns out they’re from a song we sing at church (I knew that) called “Make Room.” Here are the lyrics: [Verse 1]Here is where I lay it downEvery burden, every crownThis is my surrender Hmmm. What does it mean,…
“What Is So Rare as a Day in June?”
by James Russell Lowell And what is so rare as a day in June?Then, if ever, come perfect days;Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,And over it softly her warm ear lays:Whether we look, or whether we listen,We hear life murmur, or see it glisten;Every clod feels a stir of might,An instinct within it…
Laugh
[Humanity] has unquestionably one really effective weapon—laughter. Power, money, persuasion, supplication, persecution—these can lift at a colossal humbug—push it a little—weaken it a little, century by century, but only laughter can blow it to rags and atoms at a blast. Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand. Mark Twain A joyful, cheerful heart brings…