With it's Heart Against a Thorn
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
That last picture looks definitely like something me and my friends would do - in fact we have done it before.... :) Glad you enjoyed yourself.
ReplyDeleteHaha! Yes, it is much easier to get a silly picture of our family than a nice one. ;) Did you notice I am the only one smiling and looking more normal? ;)
DeleteYes, Hannah, you are just the perfect child, aren't you?
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Looks like you guys had fun!
ReplyDeleteWe did, indeed, Maggie!
DeleteAwesome photos :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Michaela! My dad took all the pictures! They turned out very good!
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