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He suffered them to lead him to the cross, Upon his head a thorny crown to lay. And to the jeering crowds along the way He uttered not a word; he knew no loss Could come from trusting God.
'Twas early when the man of God, Elisha, and the lad arose To see the campfires spread abroad And hear the war songs of their foes. The gray wing of the dawn was laid Above the red encampment flare; Elisha, calm and unafraid, Was girt in steadfast strength of prayer.
While deep in valley tasks that war days bring, Sometimes a stream of Godlike thoughts will flow Much as the valley rivers gently go Their way among the rocks and roots, yet sing Low, restful melodies. And listening, I hear the angels of His presence speak To me, "Let not your heart be troubled"—"Seek, And ye shall find.
The healing came—it was not as I thought! No wondrous burst of glory, like the sun That suddenly parts angry clouds with light And banishes the storm—the victory won. It shone with gentler glow, more like the dawn That steals across the heavens tenderly.
They sought throughout the barren night The fruitage of the sea, Till dawning came with holy thought That set their efforts free— That set their efforts free to prove Love's guidance, patient, kind, To cast their nets upon the right And goodly harvest find. For lo, the Lord stood even by Upon the morning shore And hailed them with a gentle word, As oftentimes before.
O fainting heart, why fear the dim tomorrow, When here at hand is Love's pure golden day? Why sigh and shrink with thought of pain and sorrow? It is so simple, just to trust and pray. God's promises are real and are eternal.
"And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not; neither was their place found any more in heaven. "— Revelation 12:7, 8.
Let us remember Him when days are long And shadows gather on the changing sky. Let us be quick to honor Him with song In whom our hope and our salvation lie.
I once believed that courage lay In uttering my own conviction, But I have learned a better way: To give to Mind the jurisdiction, And let omniscient Spirit speak— To voice His Word, not my opinion. True courage is in being meek.
Thou art my sure defense; No dark embattled skies Can hide the sunlight of Thy truth With armaments of lies. Thou art my shelter strong; No hatred can destroy The Love that is immortal Life, That gives eternal joy.