“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…
Category: A Faith in Process
Notes from the Journey
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…
Silver where?
What with breakfast cereal and summer ice creams, our supply of spoons seemed to always be low. “I can’t imagine where all our spoons have gone,” I remarked to Jenna as I looked in the drawer. After a pause, she said, “Maybe they ran away with the dish.”
“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…
Prayer
Asking
We were eating lunch when, outside the window, a hummingbird approached the feeder. Swiftly she moved from hole to hole, dipping her bill briefly before moving on the the next. She finished the circle then hovered a moment, looking in the window at us. Her message was clear. The feeder was empty and she wanted…
Lap Cats
Fur, bewhiskered, liquid eyes,Vibrant purr on silent feet.Angel in feline disguise,Upon my lap she takes her seat. Though full of independent grace,Her pleasure is to be with me.Looking up to seek my face, Before she curls herself for sleep. I wrote that poem years ago for a writing seminar. The cat was Missy. Now I…
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…