"Whatsoever
things are true, whatsoever things are honest,
whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure,
whatsoever things are lovely,
whatsoever things are of good report;
if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise,
think on these things. "Philippians 4:8
Loveliness
Life has
loveliness to sell
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring wind that sways and sings,
And waltzes through the tops of the pines.
Little children's faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has
loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of roses in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for our spirit's still delight
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you
have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost.
For one peaceful hour of song
Count many a year of strife well lost.
But for one breath of loveliness,
Give all you have been, or ever could be.
Author Unknown
The Evidence
In every seed to
breathe the flower,
In every drop of dew
To reverence a cloistered star
Within the distant blue;
To wait the promise of the bow
Despite the cloud between,
Is Faith ~the fervid evidence
Of loveliness unseen.
John B. Tabb
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Be Still With God
To be idle
sometimes is a part of wisdom. It is the needful rest
and relaxation which Christ invited His disciples
to share with Him when they were overstrained
and worn out with labor.
The best way to enjoy it is to get away from the crowd into some
quiet place where the heart can be still with God in the open air.
It is most sweet when it is shared by true friends.
Such idleness may be very fruitful. It reaps
"The harvest of a quiet eye that broods and sleeps on His own heart".
Author Unknown
A ROSE
A rose to the
living is more
Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead;
In filling love's infinite store,
A rose to the living is more
If graciously given before
The hungering spirit is fled ~
A rose to the living is more,
Than sumptuous wreaths to the dead.
Nixon Waterman
Acceptance
I cannot think
or reason,
I only know He came
With hands and feet of healing
And wild heart all aflame.
With eyes that
dimmed and softened
At all the things He saw,
And in His pillared singing
I read the marching Law.
I only know He
loves me,
Enfolds and understands,
And oh, His heart that holds me,
And oh, His certain Hands!
Willard Wattles