Thy Presence

“I AM a little weary of my life— Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the blood Too slowly laves the coral shores of thought, Or I am weary of weariness and strife. Open my soul-gates to thy living flood; I ask not larger heart-throbs, vigour-fraught, I pray thy presence, with strong patience rife.” ~George MacDonald

Beth-el

Too eager I must not be to understand. How should the work the master goes about Fit the vague sketch my compasses have planned? I am his house—for him to go in and out. He builds me now—and if I cannot see At any time what he is doing with me, 'Tis that he makes … Continue reading Beth-el

Waiting Watchful for Thy Will

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

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.