I found this poem in Streams of the Desert and liked it so much I decided to share it with all of ya'll! I hope you are blessed by it! Once I heard a song of sweetness, As it cleft the morning air, Sounding in its blest completeness, Like a tender, pleading prayer; And I sought to find the singer, Whence the wondrous song was born; And I found a bird, sore wounded, Pinioned by a cruel thorn. I have seen a soul in sadness, While its wings with pain were furl’d, Giving hope, and cheer and gladness That should bless a weeping world; And I knew that life of sweetness, Was of pain and sorrow borne, And a stricken soul was singing, With its heart against a thorn. Ye are told of One who loved you, Of a Saviour crucified, Ye are told of nails that pinioned, And a spear that pierced His side; Ye are told of cruel scourging, Of a Saviour bearing scorn, And He died for your salvation, With His brow against a thorn. Ye “are not above the Master.” Will you breathe a sweet refrain? And His
Oh, very nice!! I like the new look a lot! I think it looks very summertime-ish :) And such pretty colors, too...
ReplyDeleteAmy
I'm glad you like it Amy. I had so much fun changing it. ;)
ReplyDelete~Hannah~
It is fine. It is very nice to change things sometimes. Well I had better get outside. Elisabeth A.
ReplyDeleteI love it! The daisys are very refreshing, its very different from your other theme- in a great way of course! :D
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Meggie
Thanks Meggie and Elisabeth!
ReplyDeleteGod bless!
~Hannah~