Seeds 3

Ridge of the mountain wave
          Lower thy crest.
Wail of the stormy wind,
          Be thou at rest,
Peril, there none can be,
          Sorrow must fly
Where saith the Light of Life
          "Peace, it is I."

Fire Words
"O God, my words are cold:
The frosted frond of fern or feathery palm
Wrought on the whitened pane --
They are as near to fire as these my words,
Oh that they were as flames!" Thus did I cry,
And thus God answered me; "Thou shalt have words,
But at this cost, that thou must first be burnt --
Burnt by red embers from a secret fire,

Scorched by fierce hearts and withering winds that sweep.
Through all thy being, carrying thee afar
From old delights. Doth not the ardent fire,
Consume the mountains heart before the flow
Of fervent lava? Woulds thou easefully,
As from cool, pleasant fountains, flow in fire?
Say, can thy heart endure or can thy hands be strong?
In the day that I shall deal with thee?

"First the iron must enter thine own soul,
And wound and brand it, scarring awful lives
Indelibly upon it, and a hand
Restless in tender terribleness
Must thoroughly purge it, fashioning its pain
To power that leaps in fire.
Not otherwise, and by no lighter touch,
Are fire-words wrought."
                                                                                          ~ Amy Carmichael

                              For whosoever will save his life shall lose it:
                              and whosoever will lose his life for my sake
                              shall find it.                                                  ~ Matthew 16:25

                    And shall I pray Thee change Thy will my Father,
                    Until it be according unto mine?
                    But no, Lord, no that never shall be, rather
                    I pray Thee bend my human will with Thine.

                    I pray Thee hush the hurrying, eager longing,
                    I pray Thee soothe the pangs of keen desire.
                    See in my quiet places wishes thronging;
                    Forbid them, Lord, purge, though it be with fire.

                    And work in me to will and do Thy pleasure,
                    Let all within me peaceful, reconciled,
                    Tarry content my Well-beloved's leisure,
                    At last, at last, even as a weaned child.

I am the God of the stars;
they do not lose their way,
Not one do I mislay.
Their times are in My Hand,
They move at My command.

I am the God of the stars
Today as yesterday,
The God of thee and thine,
Less thine they are than Mine;
And shall mine go astray?

I am the God of the stars,
Lift up thine eyes and see
As far as mortal may
Into Eternity;
And stay thy heart on Me.

                              I Didn't Have Time
                              I got up early one morning
                              And rushed right into the day.
                              I had so much to accomplish
                              I didn't have time to pray.

                              Problems were tumbling about me
                              And harder became each task.
                              I wanted god's help with my duties
                              He told me, "You didn't ask."

                              I wanted to find joy and beauty,
                              But the day toiled on grey and bleak.
                              "Why doesn't God help me," I wondered,
                              He answered, "But you didn't seek."

                              I tried to come into God's presence
                              I tried all my keys at the lock.
                              He gently but lovingly chided,
                              "My child, you didn't knock."

                              I got up early this morning,
                              And paused before entering the day,
                              I had so much to accomplish --
                              I had to take time to pray.
                                                                                ~ Iove Gitwiller

"But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his                                         eternal glory by Christ Jesus,
after that he have suffered a while (felt pain),
make you perfect (restored, complete),
establish (to turn resolutely in a certain direction), strengthen (in spiritual knowledge and power),
settle you (lay the foundation.)"
                                                                                                              ~ 1 Peter 5:10

                                                            Lord, send me anywhere;
                                                            Only go with me.
                                                            Lay any burden upon me;
                                                            Only sustain me.
                                                            And sever any tie that binds
                                                            Save the tie that binds me
                                                            To Thy heart and to Thy service.
                                                                                ~ David Livingstone

                                        Lord, when I am weary with toiling
                                                  and burdensome seem Thy commands,
                                        If my load should lead to complaining,
                                                  Lord, show me thy hands,
                                        Thy nail-pierced Hands, Thy cross-torn Hands,
                                                  My Saviour, show me Thy Hands.

                                        Christ, if ever my footsteps should falter,
                                                  And I be prepared for retreat,
                                        If desert or thorn cause lamenting,
                                                  Lord, show me Thy Feet,
                                        Thy bleeding Feet, Thy nail-scarred Feet,
                                                  My Jesus, show me Thy Feet.
                                                                                ~ Brenton Thoburn Badley

                                The nearer the soldier is to the Captain
                                the more he will be attacked by the enemy.  
                                                                                                              ~ Carmichael