Waiting, Watchful

O master, my desires to work, to know,To be aware that I do live and grow—

All restless wish for anything not thee,

I yield, and on thy altar offer me.

Let me no more from out thy presence go,

But keep me waiting watchful for thy will—

Even while I do it, waiting watchful still. 

– George MacDonald

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Bearable- Because Thou Knowest

I cannot tell why this day I am ill; But I am well because it is thy will—

Which is to make me pure and right like thee.

Not yet I need escape—’tis bearable

Because thou knowest. And when harder things

Shall rise and gather, and overshadow me,

I shall have comfort in thy strengthenings. 

– George MacDonald

Holy Change? Heed Humbly.

The sole way to put flight into the wing,

To preen its feathers, and to make them grow,

Is to heed humbly every smallest thing

With which the Christ in us has aught to do.

So will the Christ from child to manhood go,

Obedient to the father Christ, and so

Sweet holy change will turn all our old things to new.

 

~George MacDonald

Love Primal

Not thine, my Lord, the darkness all is mine—Save that, as mine, my darkness too is thine:

All things are thine to save or to destroy—

Destroy my darkness, rise my perfect joy;

Love primal, the live coal of every night,

Flame out, scare the ill things with radiant fright,

And fill my tent with laughing morn’s delight. 

– George MacDonald

My Morning, Rise

It must be, somewhere in my fluttering tent,Strange creatures, half tamed only yet, are pent—

Dragons, lop-winged birds, and large-eyed snakes!

Hark! through the storm the saddest howling breaks!

Or are they loose, roaming about the bent,

The darkness dire deepening with moan and scream?—

My Morning, rise, and all shall be a dream. 

– George MacDonald