In Any House Said one whose yolk was one of common folk,Would that I were like Saint CeciliaAnd could invent some goodly instrumentPassing all yet contrived To worship thee and send a love song singing over land and sea.But when I seem almost to touch my dream, I hear a call persistent though so smallContinue reading “Poetry ~ Amy Carmichael; In Any House”
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Poetry ~ Amy Carmichael: “My Quietness”
My quietnessOh thou, who are my quietness, my deep repose my rest from strife of tongues, my holy hill fair is thy pavilion where I hold me still.Back, let them fall from me my clamorous foes, confusions multipliedfrom crowding things of sense, I flee and in thee hide.Until this tyranny be overpast thy hand willContinue reading “Poetry ~ Amy Carmichael: “My Quietness””
Poetry ~ Amy Carmichael; No Scar?
Hast thou no scar? No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand? I hear thee sung as mighty in the land; I hear them hail thy bright, ascendant star. Hast thou no scar? Hast thou no wound? Yet I was wounded by the archers; spent, Leaned Me against a tree to die; and rent By ravening beasts that compassedContinue reading “Poetry ~ Amy Carmichael; No Scar?”
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