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
hi Hannah,
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Blessings,
Meggie
Thank you Meggie! That was very kind of you. It makes me very happy. I hope you enjoy the message. God bless!
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