All That Love Asks

“All that I ask,” says Love, “is just to stand
And gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes;
For in their depths lies largest Paradise.
Yet, if perchance one pressure of thy hand fruit
Be granted me, then joy I thought complete
Were still more sweet.

“All that I ask,” says Love, “all that I ask,
Is just thy hand-clasp.    Could I brush thy cheek
As zephyrs brush a rose leaf, words are weak
To tell the bliss in which my soul would bask.
There is no language but would desecrate
A joy so great.

“All that I ask, is just one tender touch
Of that soft cheek.    Thy pulsing palm in mine,
Thy dark eyes lifted in a trust divine,
And those curled lips that tempt me overmuch
Turned where I may not seize the supreme bliss
Of one mad kiss.

“All that I ask,” says Love, “of life, of death,
Or of high heaven itself, is just to stand,
Glance melting into glance, hand twined in hand,
The while I drink the nectar of thy breath
In one sweet kiss, but one, of all thy store,
I ask no more.”

“All that I ask”–nay, self-deceiving Love,
Reverse thy phrase, so thus the words may fall,
In place of “all I ask,” say, “I ask all,”
All that pertains to earth or soars above,
All that thou wert, art, will be, body, soul,
Love asks the whole,

– Ella Wheeler Wilcox



Unto Thee

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Since I’ve no time to be a saint by doing lovely things,

Or watching late with Thee, Or dreaming in the dawn light,

Or storming heaven’s gates, Make me a saint by getting meals,

And washing up the plates.

Although I have Martha’s hands, I have Mary’s mind;

And when I black the boots and shoes, Thy sandals Lord, I find.

I think of how they trod the earth, Each time I scrub the floor.

Accept this meditation, Lord, I haven’t time for more.

Warm all the kitchen with Thy love, And light it with Thy peace;

Forgive me all my worrying, And make all grumbling cease.

Thou who didst love to give men food, In a room or by the sea,

Accept this service that I do….I do it unto Thee.


“The more lovely your service to others, the greater you are. To be the greatest, be a servant.” Matthew 23:11 TLB


We Need Minor Keys Too



“Giving thanks always for all things unto God.”  Ephesians 5:20

No matter what the source of the evil, if you are in God and surrounded by Him as by an atmosphere, all evil has to pass through Him before it comes to you. Therefore you can thank God for everything that comes, not for the sin of it, but for what God will bring out of it and through it. May God make our lives thanksgiving and perpetual praise, then He will make everything a blessing.

We once saw a man draw some black dots. We looked and could make nothing of them but an irregular assemblage of black dots. Then he drew a few lines, put in a few rests, then a clef at the beginning, and we saw these black dots were musical notes. On sounding them we were singing, “Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him all creatures here below.”

There are many black dots and black spots in our lives, and we cannot understand why they are there or why God permitted them to come. But if we let God come into our lives, and adjust the dots in the proper way, and draw the lines He wants, and separate this from that, and put in the rests at the proper places; out of the black dots and spots in our lives He will make a glorious harmony. Let us not hinder Him in this glorious work! –C. H. P.

“Would we know that the major chords were sweet, If there were no minor key? Would the painter’s work be fair to our eyes, Without shade on land or sea?

“Would we know the meaning of happiness, Would we feel that the day was bright, If we’d never known what it was to grieve, Nor gazed on the dark of night?”

 Many men owe the grandeur of their lives to their tremendous difficulties. –C. H. Spurgeon

When the musician presses the black keys on the great organ, the music is as sweet as when he touches the white ones, but to get the capacity of the instrument he must touch them all. –Selected

Mrs. Charles Cowman


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God is Waiting Upon Us

 “And therefore will the Lord wait, that he may be gracious unto you…blessed are all they that wait f or him.” Isaiah 30:18

We must not only think of our waiting upon God, but also of what is more wonderful still, of God’s waiting upon us. The vision of Him waiting on us, will give new impulse and inspiration to our waiting upon Him. It will give us unspeakable confidence that our waiting cannot be in vain. Let us seek even now, at this moment, in the spirit of waiting on God, to find out something of what it means. He has inconceivably glorious purposes concerning every one of His children. And you ask, “How is it, if He waits to be gracious, that even after I come and wait upon Him, He does not give the. help I seek, but waits on longer and longer?”

God is a wise husbandman, “who waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience for it.” He cannot gather the fruit till it is ripe. He knows when we are spiritually ready to receive the blessing to our profit and His glory. Waiting in the sunshine of His love is what will ripen the soul for His blessing. Waiting under the cloud of trial, that breaks in showers of blessings, is as needful. Be assured that if God waits longer than you could wish, it is only to make the blessing doubly precious. God waited four thousand years, till the fullness of time, ere He sent His Son. Our times are in His hands; He will avenge His elect speedily; He will make haste for our help, and not delay one hour too long.

–Andrew Murray


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A Love Like God

“Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of.” Luke 9:55

Some one has said that the most spiritual people are the easiest to get along with. When one has a little of the Holy Ghost it is like “a little learning, a dangerous thing”; but a full baptism of the Holy Spirit, and a really disciplined, stablished and tested spiritual life, makes one simple, tender, tolerant, considerate of others, and like a little child.

James and John, in their early zeal, wanted to call down fire from heaven on the Samaritans. But John, the aged, allowed Demetrius to exclude him from the church, and suffered in Patmos for the kingdom and with the patience of Jesus. And aged Paul was willing to take back even Mark, whom he had refused as a companion in his early ministry, and to acknowledge that he was profitable to him for the ministry.

I want the love that cannot help but love;
Loving, like God, for very sake of love.
A spring so full that it must overflow,
A fountain flowing from the throne above.

“Now abideth faith, hope, love; but the greatest of these is love.”

A.B. Simpson

Heavenly Father

I’ve sought the universe to find you;
Delved into scriptures from east to west,
Only to discover,
Within my heart resides your nest.

You’re the flame deep within me;
A flame you keep alight; untitled
Throughout the day, throughout the night,
A flame that sustains me through life.

The world has made me believe;
You’re far away in the heavens,
Yet you are right here, right here within me;
Right here around me.

You’re the heart that pulses through the universe;
And brings everything to life,
A heart that beat long before creation,
Thank you father for giving me this life.

As scientists still unravel the mysteries;
The universe continues to unfold;
Overwhelmed by their ingenious studies,
Shaken by your brilliance.

For in my many discoveries;
I’ve come to understand what’s true,
There are those who study the heart of science,
Though science was created by you!

For every minute creation,
Created with a purpose, inscribed in detail;
How brilliant can you be,
Nobody compares to thee.

Apart from your brilliance,
It’s your love for me;
A love like an unwavering candle in the wind,
That touches my heart the most.

They say in life nothing is perfect;
But you most certainly are,
My protector, my strength, my peace of mind,
You’re the reason I’ve come thus far.

Let my faith in you be the lamp at my feet;
That lights up my path to you,
For faith is my trust in you;
Belief is my assurance of knowing all that you can do.

To take a bow or salute you;
Uncertain what’s fitting to you,
You’re my heavenly father, King of Kings,
Perhaps your majesty will do.

Anashree Narainsamy

Love of Friends


People need people and friends need friends
And we all need love for a full life depends
Not on vast riches or great acclaim,
Not on success or on worldly fame,

But just in knowing that someone cares
And holds us close in their thoughts and prayers-
For only the knowledge that we’re understood
Makes everyday living feel wonderfully good,

And we rob ourselves of life’s greatest need
When we ‘lock up our hearts’ and fail to heed
The outstretched hand reaching to find
A kindred spirit whose heart and mind

Are lonely and longing to somehow share
Our joys and sorrows and to make us aware
That life’s completeness and richness depends
On the things we share with our loved ones

Helen Steiner Rice

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