Poetry ~ Amy Carmichael,  Surrender Unto Death

Quickener of spirits, teach me what it means   To bear about the dying of my Lord.On long roads, far from the land of Dreams   Teach me to walk according to Thy word. For love of Thee, Lord of the thorn-crowned brow,    Myself I would surrender unto death. Nail top Thy Cross all thou dostContinue reading “Poetry ~ Amy Carmichael,  Surrender Unto Death”

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?”

Called To Be Strangers

In the early 1900’s a young girl was facing the question, “Is God calling me to be a witness for him in a foreign land?” She believed that answer was, “Yes.”So, she went to college to learn how to best bring light to a dark and dying world. In college she was faced with anotherContinue reading “Called To Be Strangers”