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Poetry Saturday—Happy In Him

May 20, 2017 — Craig T. Owens

…But when I am happy in Him,

December’s as pleasant as May.

His Name yields the richest perfume,

And sweeter than music His voice;

His presence disburses my gloom,

And makes all within me rejoice;

I should, were He always thus nigh,

Have nothing to wish or to fear;

No mortal so happy as I,

My summer would last all the year.

Content with beholding His face,

My all to His pleasure resign’d,

No changes of season err place

Would make any change in my mind:

While blest with a sense of His love,

A palace a toy would appear;

And prisons would palaces prove,

If Jesus would dwell with me there. —John Newton

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Poetry Saturday—Mother, Home, Heaven

May 13, 2017 — Craig T. Owens

Three words fall sweetly on my soul,

As music from an angel’s lyre,
That bid my spirit spurn control,

And upward to its source aspire;
The sweetest sounds to mortals given
Are heard in Mother, Home, and Heaven.

Dear Mother!—ne’er shall I forget
Thy brow, thine eye, thy pleasant smile;

Though in the sea of death hath set
Thy star of life, my guide awhile,

Oh, never shall thy form depart

From the bright pictures in my heart.

And like a bird that from the flowers,
Wing-weary seeks her wonted nest,

My spirit, e’en in manhood’s hours,
Turns back in childhood’s Home to rest;

The cottage, garden, hill, and stream,

Still linger like a pleasant dream.

And while to one engulfing grave
By Time’s swift tide we’re driven,

How sweet the thought that every wave
But bears us nearer Heaven!

There we shall meet, when life is o’er,

In that blest Home, to part no more. —William Goldsmith Brown

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Poetry Saturday—In Heavenly Love Abiding

May 6, 2017 — Craig T. Owens

Wherever He may guide me,

No want shall turn me back;

My Shepherd is beside me,

And nothing can I lack.

His wisdom ever waketh,

His sight is never dim:

He knows the way He taketh,

And I will walk with Him.

Green pastures are before me,

Which yet I have not seen;

Bright skies will soon be o’er me,

Where the dark clouds have been.

My hope I cannot measure:

My path to life is free:

My Savior has my treasure,

And He will walk with me. —Anna Laetitia Waring

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Poetry Saturday—Gazing On Jesus

April 29, 2017 — Craig T. Owens

Jesus, I am resting, resting

In the joy of what Thou art,

I am finding out the greatness

Of Thy loving heart.

Here I gaze and gaze upon Thee,

As Thy beauty fills my soul,

For by Thy transforming power,

Thou hast made me whole. —Jean Sophia Pigott

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Poetry Saturday—God Is Present Everywhere

April 22, 2017 — Craig T. Owens

They who seek the throne of grace

Find that throne in every place;

If we live a life of prayer,

God is present everywhere.

In our sickness and our health,

In our want, or in our wealth,

If we look to God in prayer,

God is present everywhere.

When our earthly comforts fail,

When the woes of life prevail,

‘Tis the time for earnest prayer;

God is present everywhere.

Then, my soul, in every strait,

To thy Father come, and wait;

He will answer every prayer:

God is present everywhere. —Oliver Holden

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Poetry Saturday—See How The Patient Jesus Stands

April 15, 2017 — Craig T. Owens

See how the patient Jesus stands,

Insulted in His lowest case!

Sinners have bound the Almighty hands,

And spit in their Creator’s face.

With thorns His temple gored and gashed

Send streams of blood from every part;

His back’s with knotted scourges lashed,

But sharper scourges tear His heart.

Nailed naked to the accursed wood

Exposed to earth and heaven above,

A spectacle of wounds and blood,

A prodigy of injured love!

Hark! how His doleful cries affright

Affected angels, while they view;

His friends forsook Him in the night,

And now His God forsakes Him too!

Behold that pale, that languid face,

That drooping head, those languid eyes!

Behold in sorrow and disgrace

Our conquering Hero hangs, and dies!

Ye that assume His sacred name,

Now tell me, what can all this mean?

What was it bruised God’s harmless Lamb,

What was it pierced His soul but sin?

Blush, Christian, blush: let shame abound:

If sin affects thee not with woe,

Whatever life is in thee found,

The life of Christ thou doest not know. —Joseph Hart

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Poetry Saturday—The Monster Death

April 8, 2017 — Craig T. Owens

Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell

How high your great Deliverer reigns;

Sing how He spoiled the hosts of hell,

And led the monster death in chains:

Say, Live forever, wondrous King!

Born to redeem, and strong to save;

Then ask the monster, Where’s thy sting?

And, Where’s thy victory, boasting grave? —Isaac Watts

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Poetry Saturday—Grace Great Enough

April 1, 2017 — Craig T. Owens

God’s grace is great enough to meet the great things—

The crashing waves that overwhelm the soul,

The roaring winds that leave us stunned and breathless,

The sudden storms beyond our life’s control.

His grace is great enough to meet the small things—

The little pinprick troubles that annoy,

The insect worries, buzzing and persistent,

The squeaking wheels that grate upon our joy. —Annie Johnson Flint

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Poetry Saturday—O Love That Will Not Let Me Go

March 25, 2017 — Craig T. Owens

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee,
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee,
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee,
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shalt tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from Thee,
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red,
Life that shall endless be. —George Matheson

Bryan Duncan has beautifully set this poem to music—