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Let zeal enlarge our sight

Scarlet-Macaw-Flying

Your people, rooted in eternity,
Beyond the physical, visible world can see;
By faith we measure walls and streets and gates,
A heavenly gift to lighten earthly weights. Continue reading

Early every day I’m pleading

Early every day I’m pleading,
Save me, Lord, your help I’m needing:
Satan lies to assail me, waiting,
Tempting, biding, luring, baiting. Continue reading

Fit me for this rarest air

Christian poetry and prayers

None is good, O God, but you,
None unfailing, none so true,
Only justice from your throne,
Blessed to know and to be known.

Life unending in your light,
Gone are pain and earthly fright,
Death is banished from the street,
In its midst the righteous meet. Continue reading

O holy Hope

O holy Hope, what else have I
On earth beside this white-hot wait?
This fired desire, with sights set high,
No worldly lure can e’er abate.

In prayer the lips move fevered pleas,
“Lord, come!” We’ll meet you in the air;
I love you more than all of these,
Let angels line the heavenly stair.

Th’ eternal span gives time below
A worth beyond the final fire;
And man, who stumbles to and fro,
To life with God may dare aspire.

JRMatheny

The future, weary or fair

I know not on the morrow
What earthly joy or sorrow
May fall to me to bear,
The future, weary or fair.

As long as breath may tarry,
Whatever weight I carry,
No burden can compare
To heaven’s golden square.

 

Here for a reason

We’re here for a reason, Lord, you’ve shown us that time and again, in so many different ways. You placed us on this earth for your fellowship, for our mutual joy, for the blessing we can bring to others by restoring them to your presence.

We’re here as the process through which we find our way—having been found by you—into the eternal halls of peace and praise.

Help me to embrace that reason, to place my feet further on that glorious path, to move toward that heavenly abode.

Let me always be clear, with your reasons.

And though the path between here and there may be covered in mist, let the end points ever stand out sharply, so that my reason for being here will carry me through and get me there.

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