Easter Wings

31 03 2013
Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
      Though foolishly he lost the same,
            Decaying more and more,
                  Till he became
                        Most poore:
                        With thee
                  O let me rise
            As larks, harmoniously,
      And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did beginne
      And still with sicknesses and shame.
            Thou didst so punish sinne,
                  That I became
                        Most thinne.
                        With thee
                  Let me combine,
            And feel thy victorie:
         For, if I imp my wing on thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

 George Herbert



30 03 2013

And weep not, though the Beautiful decay
Within thy heart, as daily in thine eyes;
Thy heart must have its autumn, its pale skies,
Leading, mayhap, to winter’s dim dismay.
Yet doubt not. Beauty doth not pass away;
Her form departs not, though her body dies.
Secure beneath the earth the snowdrop lies,
Waiting the spring’s young resurrection-day,
Through the kind nurture of the winter cold.
Nor seek thou by vain effort to revive
The summer-time, when roses were alive;
Do thou thy work—be willing to be old:
Thy sorrow is the husk that doth infold
A gorgeous June, for which thou need’st not strive.

George MacDonald

Beneath Thy Cross

29 03 2013

Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood’s slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon–
I, only I.

Yet give not o’er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock. 

 Christina G. Rossetti

For Thine and Mine

28 03 2013

Normally, Christians pray in and with the Holy Spirit to our heavenly Father in the power and authority of Christ Jesus. Here, in the Kidron Valley between Mount Zion and Mount Olivet, Jesus prays to the Father for Christians.



The hour has come

to bring Thy Son

to glory

so that Thy Son

may glorify Thee.

Thou hast given Thy Son

power over everyone

that He should give life


to the many

who by You to Him have come.

This is life in eternity:

that they may know Thee,

God only,

God truly,

and Christ Jesus sent from Thee.

In this world

I have glorified Thee;

I have accomplished the work

Thou hast given to Me.


Now glorify Thou Me

with the resplendence

Thine own that,

before this world,

was known amid Thee and Me.

Thy Name have I manifested

among those Thou gavest Me.

Thine they are;

Mine they are,

and they now keep Thy testimony.

Truly they know:

all Thou hast given Me;

everything is of Thee.

I have given unto them the words

Thou hast given unto Me.

They have received our testimony,

and surely they know

I have come from Thee.

In verity they believe

Thou didst send Me.

I pray for them, not

for the world,

but for every one of them

of Thine given by Thee

unto Me.

All Mine are Thine;

All Thine are Mine.

In them I am glorified.

In the world

I am now no more.

In the world

these must now step to the fore.

Father Holy!

I come to Thee:

keep through Thine own Name holy

those whom Thou hast given Me,

that in unity

they may be one as are We.

In the world,

while I was with them,

in Thy Name holy

I kept them,

I kept all them Thou gavest Me.

Only one is lost,

the son of perdition, of enmity,

fulfilling the Scripture’s prophecy.

I come to Thee:

these things I speak

that they might have fully

the holy glee that is within Me

in themselves

in the world.

I have given them Thy word holy.

And the world,

it hath hated them.

From the world

take them not,

but keep them from the evil within.

Of the world

they are not,

even as I am not.

In the world

Thou hast sent Me;

even so I send them.

Verily, Thy word is verity.

Through Thy truth give them sanctity.

For their sakes I sanctify Myself,

that they may surely be made holy.

And I pray not for these alone,

but also for them that,

through their word, shall believe on Me.

May they all be one,

as Thou art in Me,

and I am in Thee.

In us may their diversity have unity,

so the world

may believe Thou hast sent Me.

And the glory

which Thou gavest Me

have I given them,

that they may be,

even as we,


I in them,

and Thou in Me,

in one made perfectly,

that the world

may know, as Thou hast loved Me,

Thou hast sent Me

in charity.


I will that they

whom Thou hast given Me

be with Me.

May it be

that they behold My glory

which Thou hast given Me.

Before the world,

it’s very foundation,

Thou didst love Me.

Father Righteous!

this Thy world

hath not known Thee.

I have known Thee,

and these, they know Thou hast sent Me.

I have declared,

and will declare,

Thy Name holy unto them,

so the amity

Thou hast given Me

may be

in them,

and I

in them.

 John 17

(Rendered  from the King James Version by D. Raymond-Wryhte.)

Our Master

27 03 2013

Immortal love, forever full,
Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,
A never ebbing sea!

Our outward lips confess the name
All other names above;
Love only knoweth whence it came,
And comprehendeth love.

Blow, winds of God, awake and blow
The mists of earth away:
Shine out, O Light divine, and show
How wide and far we stray.

We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps,
For Him no depths can drown.

But warm, sweet, tender, even yet,
A present help is He;
And faith still has its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.

The healing of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch Him in life’s throng and press,
And we are whole again.

Through Him the first fond prayers are said
Our lips of childhood frame,
The last low whispers of our dead
Are burdened with His Name.

O Lord and Master of us all,
Whate’er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thine.

The letter fails, the systems fall,
And every symbol wanes;
The Spirit over brooding all,
Eternal Love remains.

John Greenleaf Whittier


26 03 2013

Still as of old

Men by themselves are priced —

For thirty pieces Judas sold

himself, not Christ.


Hester H. Cholmondeley


24 03 2013

Like children in the market-place

Who weary of their play,

We turn from folly’s idle race

And come to Thee today.

O Jesus, teller of the tale

That never will grow old,

Thy words of living truth prevail

Our listening hearts to hold.

Tell us of Father-love that speaks

Peace to the wandering child;

Of valiant Shepherd-love that seeks

The lost sheep in the wild;

Of deep Redeemer-love that knows

What sins we need forgiven,

And on the Magdalen bestows

The purest joy of Heaven.

Tell us of faith that’s like a sword,

And hope that’s like a star;

How great the patient soul’s reward,

How blest the loyal are.

Tell us of courage like a wall

No storm can batter down;

Tell us of men who venture all

For Thee, and win a crown.

Tell us that life is not a game,

But real and brave and true;

A journey with a glorious aim,

A quest to carry through.

Tell us that though our wills are weak

And though we children be,

The everlasting good we seek

We can attain through Thee.

Henry van Dyke