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
They are beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks, friend! I enjoy doing art like this since I am not much of an artist in any other way. It also helps me when life gets really busy and intense. Then its just kind therapeutic to do art. ;)
DeleteThose are amazing, Hannah!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sarah Jo! I want to continue to do more, but I just don't have a lot of time these days. ;) I was originally going to start doing something like this once day, but, well, that hasn't really happened. lol
DeleteBeautiful true words!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
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