Ana, Your grave lies small beside the grass, which short–I hear the sound of mowers still rises higher than the marbled flat within the ground. This place we laid you: never once to see the sun, or the brown and dying blades of life. But now the grass is green again and now the sun […]
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The drizzling raindrops seem to say that all the things we love will not dissolve in sorrow. – That when the master made the watch he wound it tight…and stayed, refreshing each tomorrow.
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Father, thank You for the pain— a gentle honesty that holds the body in useless stillness to say, Any strength we have is given. Father, thank You for the sorrow— an earnest loyalty that rends the heart with throbbing losses to say, The only home we have is Heaven. –
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Smooth and warm the satin drape of darkness spread around the ancient Olive Tree that like a hoary grand-sire droops majestically, shadowed in the night, as rumbling voices gradually give way to silent prayer, then sleep. – The Sleepless, kneels, His words a rote of darkness pressed upon His soul beneath the tree— that like […]
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Who can know the purpose of the King, or probe His mind to hear His hidden ways? Who can tell the reason for their days, the sighs or joys their earthly song will sing? They come in anguished sorrow oft to ring their pleas and prayers before the throne and gaze steadfastly waiting, ready for […]
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When heaven takes a soul from us and leaves the body cold and still, the balm of truth may calm the mind, but cannot cure the heart of pain for at the tomb of Lazarus where he would rise, creation bowed to Providence, but Jesus wept.
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