Revival
"Blessed assurance,
Jesus is mine!
Oh, what a foretaste.."
You know the next line.
Great words we sing
but, how do we live ?
Six days a week
we slip through the sieve.
We sing of the flame;
the glory, the glimmer
but our dusty hearts,
in truth, are much dimmer.
Revive us, dear Lord
so our lips do not lie,
when great words we lift
in praise to the sky.
Whisper
There is a wisdom
upon the wind;
a voice still
and small
a sacred source
of sacred truth
available to all.
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Secrets
In a time
after time's end,
He ascends above all things
to that realm
where He alone dwells.
He bears a lonely sorrow,
shielded from all other hearts;
a gnawing grief
of shattered hopes
held for those
who would not be reached.
The fullness of all glory
secretly weeps.
The Knowing
Wisdom is bought
in quiet moments,
when self dissolves
and becomes absorbed
by a higher realm.
Solitude begets a knowing
unmatched by scholarly gain.
Hours invested
in focused repose
are never spent in vain.
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