Lord, I forgive—and step in unto thee.
If I have enemies, Christ deal with them:

He hath forgiven me and Jerusalem.

Lord, set me from self-inspiration free,

And let me live and think from thee, not me—

Rather, from deepest me then think and feel,

At centre of thought’s swift-revolving wheel. 

– George MacDonald

Kings for Subjects

“God is such a great king that He will have nothing but kings for His subjects. He would have His people be like Him as a reflection in a glass or in the dew is like the sun. We must be kings and priests that we may be mighty to serve Him. Every man has his kingdom in the affairs in which he has to deal in the world. If a man were a shoemaker, and became a Christian, if he did not, after that, make better shoes than before, I for one shouldn’t understand his Christianity.”
-George MacDonald

Till My Love Loves

Love in the prime not yet I understand—
Scarce know the love that loveth at first hand:

Help me my selfishness to scatter and scout;

Blow on me till my love loves burningly;

Then the great love will burn the mean self out,

And I, in glorious simplicity,

Living by love, shall love unspeakably. 

– George MacDonald

Man Enough

“A being who is not a Christian is not a man. I perfectly know how absurd this must seem to many, but such do not see what I see. No one, however strong he may feel his obligations, will ever be man enough to fulfill them except he be a Christian–that is, one who, like Christ, cares first for the will of the Father. One who thinks he can meet his obligations now, can have no idea what is required of him in virtue of his being what he is–no idea of what his own nature requires of him. So much is required that nothing more could be required. Let him ask himself whether he is doing what he requires of himself. If he answer, “I can do it without Christianity anyway,” I reply, “Do it; try to do it, and I know where the honest endeavour will bring you. Don’t try to do it, and you are not man enough to be worth reasoning with.”

-George MacDonald , There and Back

Mortal Man, vs. Child

“The mortal man, all careful, wise, and troubled,

The eternal child in the nursery doth keep.

To-morrow on to-day the man heaps doubled;

The child laughs, hopeful, even in his sleep.

The man rebukes the child for foolish trust;

The child replies, “Thy care is for poor dust;

Be still, and let me wake that thou mayst sleep.”

Excerpt From: MacDonald, George. “A Book of Strife in the Form of The Diary of an Old Soul.” iBooks. 

Make Me Good

“My poor clay-sparrow seems turned to a stone,And from my heart will neither fly nor run.

I cannot feel as thou and I both would,

But, Father, I am willing—make me good.

What art thou father for, but to help thy son?

Look deep, yet deeper, in my heart, and there,

Beyond where I can feel, read thou the prayer.”

Excerpt From: MacDonald, George. “A Book of Strife in the Form of The Diary of an Old Soul.” iBooks. 

Hard gifts

To some thou giv’st a deep unrest—a scorn

Of all they are or see upon the earth;

A gaze, at dusky night and clearing morn,

As on a land of emptiness and dearth;

To some a bitter sorrow; to some the sting

Of love misprized—of sick abandoning;

To some a frozen heart, oh, worse than anything! 

– George MacDonald