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TODAYS POETRY READING (I TAKE REFUGE IN TRUTH)

TODAYS POETRY READING (I TAKE REFUGE IN TRUTH)

I COME TO THEE, O Master! On thy breast

I lay my weary head; I lave thy feet

With tears and kisses, travail of my quest;

I bring my aching heart and sore defeat,

And seek thy holy joy an perfect rest.

Place thou thy hand upon my burning brow;

Soothe thou my soul, and bid my sins depart;

I ask thy sweet salvation even now;

Thy rest I seek to ease my throbbing heart;

Thou art the Truth, to thee I cling and bow.

Thou changest not amid Earth’s changing scenes;

All worldly joys, strong passions that decay,

The sordid thought, the action that demeans,

These are not thee, and they will pass away;

On thy abiding strength my spirit leans.

Lead thou my feet unto thy Holy Place;

I take thy chastening; thy great love I see;

Thy rod I kiss, and in my deep disgrace,

With longing, humble heart I cling to thee,

Knowing thou wilt not turn away thy face.

 

 

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TODAY’S POETRY READING (PATIENCE)

Why this fierce struggle to achieve thine ends?

This selfish argument? This fire which lends

Heat to resentment, ashes to remorse?

Canst thou bend Truth and Nature to thy will?

Bend thou, and work and wait; be strong and still;

Soft growth is stronger than vehement force.

Be as a flower, content to be, to grow

In sweetness day by day; content to know

The hidden blessing in the seeming curse;

A child of Love, un-argumentative;

Content to be and know-as thou dost live-

The simple secret of the Universe.

TODAYS POETRY READING (GOD BLESSES HIS CHOSEN ONE)

TODAYS POETRY READING (GOD BLESSES HIS CHOSEN ONE)

You’re the handsomest of men;
every word from your lips is sheer grace,
and God has blessed you, blessed you so much.
Strap your sword to your side, warrior!
Accept praise! Accept due honor!
Ride majestically! Ride triumphantly!
Ride on the side of truth!
Ride for the righteous meek! 

“Your instructions are glow-in-the-dark;
you shoot sharp arrows
Into enemy hearts; the king’s
foes lie down in the dust, beaten.

“Your throne is God’s throne,
ever and always;
The scepter of your royal rule
measures right living.
You love the right
and hate the wrong.
And that is why God, your very own God,
poured fragrant oil on your head,
Marking you out as king
from among your dear companions.

Psalm 45:2-7 MSG

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