Poem ~ The Glory Due

The Glory Due

To give the Lord the glory due unto His name

We must be steadfast in the same.

Must not be distracted by other things,

Must not give my heart to things unredeemed.

If it is Him that I would glorify

I must my own self life defy.

The Lord demands and deserves all,

Commands our whole lives His name extol.

To give the glory due His name

I must my own self be renamed.

Before my own master, now a servant;

Christ Jesus’ disciple, steadfastly fervent.

With my whole life I wish to give recognition

To my Savior who’s blood has redeemed my condition.

So now to His name I’ll give the glory due.

By His grace I’ll keep pressing to, my whole life through.

 ~B.A.A.

~Brittany

Littles Make the Great

LITTLES MAKE THE GREAT

Little rills make wider streamlets;

Streamlets swell the river's flow;

Rivers join the ocean billows,

Onward, onward, as they go.

Life is made of smallest fragments,

Shade and sunshine, work and play:

So may we, with greatest profit,

Learn a little every day.

Tiny seeds make boundless harvests;

Drops of rain compose the showers;

Seconds make the flying minutes,

And the minutes make the hours.

Let us hasten, then, and catch them

As they pass us on the way;

And with honest, true endeavor,

Learn a little every day.

In Acceptance Lieth Peace

In Acceptance Lieth Peace

He said, ‘I will forget the dying faces;
The empty places,
They shall be filled again.
O voices moaning deep within me, cease.’
But vain the word; vain, vain:
Not in forgetting lieth peace.

He said, ‘I will crowd action upon action,
The strife of faction
Shall stir me and sustain;
O tears that drown the fire of manhood cease.’
But vain the word; vain, vain:
Not in endeavour lieth peace.

He said, ‘I will withdraw me and be quiet,
Why meddle in life’s riot?
Shut be my door to pain.
Desire, thou dost befool me, thou shalt cease.’
But vain the word; vain, vain:
Not in aloofness lieth peace.

He said, ‘I will submit; I am defeated.
God hath depleted
My life of its rich gain.
O futile murmurings, why will ye not cease?’
But vain the word; vain, vain:
Not in submission lieth peace.

He said, ‘I will accept the breaking sorrow
Which God tomorrow
Will to His son explain.’
Then did the turmoil deep within me cease.
Not vain the word, not vain;
For in Acceptance lieth peace.

Amy Carmichael

In Acceptance Lieth Peace

In acceptance lieth peace,
O my heart be still;
Let thy restless worries cease
And accept His will.
Though this test be not thy choice,
It is His—therefore rejoice.

In His plan there cannot be
Aught to make thee sad:
If this is His choice for thee,
Take it and be glad.
Make from it some lovely thing
To the glory of thy King.

Cease from sighs and murmuring,
Sing His loving grace,
This thing means thy furthering
To a wealthy place.
From thy fears He’ll give release,
In acceptance lieth peace.

—Hannah Hurnard