The Narrow Way

MATT. 7:14.

“DEAR Lord, the way seems very dark,
I cannot see.”
“Yes, child, I know, but I will be thy Light—
Come, follow Me!”

“Dear Lord, so lonely is this way—
Where are my friends?”
“My child, dost thou forget how far from Me
Their pathway tends?”

“Dear Master, I am growing weak,
I scarce can stand.”
“O, foolish child, trust not in thine own strength,
Come, take My hand;

“For I have trod this way before,
So dark to thee.
I know each step, its weariness and pain,
Wilt trust in Me?”

“Yea, Lord, though friendless, lonely, dark,
This way may be,
I will be strong. Beloved Guide, lead on,
I follow Thee!”


Go, Labor On

Go labor on; spend and be spent,—
Thy joy to do thy Father’s will;
It is the way the Master went;
Should not the servant tread it still?

Go, labor on; ’tis not for naught;
Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;

The Master praises—what are men?

Go, labor on; enough, while here,
If He shall praise thee—if He design
Thy willing heart to mark and cheer;
No toil for Him shall be in vain.

Men sit in darkness at thy side,
Without a hope beyond the tomb;
Take up the torch and wave it wide,
The torch that lights the thickest gloom.

Go, labor on; thy hands are weak,
Thy knees are faint, thy soul cast down,
Yet falter not; the prize we seek,
Is near—a Kingdom and a crown!


On Eagles Wings

Though youths grow weary and tired, And vigorous young men stumble badly, Yet those who wait for the LORD Will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles, They will run and not get tired, They will walk and not become wearyIsaiah 40: 30-31 


Flying high on the wings of eagles
Is where God wants us to be,
Soaring above the clouds of darkness
That cloak our misery

He wants us to rise above our problems
To see it from His perspective,
For then it doesn’t look quite as badth-2572
Than what we thought or expected


God doesn’t want us to peck on the ground,
Nor wallow in the mire and mud
With our heads continually looking down,
Never thinking to look above


He wants us to be living victorious,
Overcoming the enemy,
To live an abundant, fulfilling life,
Soaring high and soaring free.

M.S. Lowndes

The Faith We Need

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Not so we mount, not so we gain the race.
Too loud the voice of commerce in the land;
Not so truth speaks, not so we understand.
Too vast our conquests, and too large our gains;
Not so comes peace, not so the soul attains.

But the need of the world is a faith that will live anywhere;
In the still dark depths of the woods, or out in the sun’s full glare.
A faith that can hear God’s voice, alike in the quiet glen,
Or in the roar of the street, and over the noises of men.

And the need of the world is a creed that is founded on joy;
A creed with the turrets of hope and trust, no winds can destroy;
A creed where the soul finds rest, whatever this life bestows,
And dwells undoubting and unafraid, because it knows, it knows.

And the need of the world is love that burns in the heart like flame;
A love for the Giver of Life, in sorrow or joy the same;
A love that blazes a trail to Go through the dark and the cold,
Or keeps the pathway that leads to Him clean, through glory and gold.

For the faith that can only thrive or grow in the solitude,
And droops and dies in the marts of men, where sights and sounds are rude;
That is not a faith at all, but a dream of a mystic’s heart;
Our faith should point as the compass points, whatever be the chart.

Our faith must find its centre of peace in a babel of noise;
In the changing ways of the world of men it must keep its poise;
And over the sorrowing sounds of earth it must hear God’s call;
And the faith that cannot do all this, that is not faith at all.

– Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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The Mystery of Life

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We walk in a world that is strange and unknown
And in the midst of the crowd we still feel alone,
We question our purpose, our part and our place.

In this vast land of mystery suspended in space,
We probe and explore and try hard to explain
The tumult of thoughts that our minds entertain…
But all of our probings and complex explanations
Of man’s inner feelings and fears and frustrations
Still leave us engulfed in the “mystery of life”
With all of its struggles and suffering and strife,
Unable to fathom what tomorrow will bring —
But there is one truth to which we can cling,
For while life’s a mystery we can’t understand
The “great giver of life” is holding our hand
And safe in His care there is no need for seeing
For “in Him we live and move and have our being.”

by Helen Steiner Rice


I Laid Me Down And Slept

Dark was the midnight hour,
And wild with storm. Nor moon nor pitying star
Gleamed through the inky darkness from afar;
And Earth seemed reeling blindly to her doom,
As reels some stout ship thro’ the midnight gloom,
What time the tempest and the waves have power.

I stood alone that night,
And stretched my chill hands tow’rd the rayless sky,
And heard the wrathful winds go shrieking by,
And thought of one, whose weary feet from far
Were journeying homeward thro’ that night’s wild war,
Stricken with dire Consumption’s deadly blight

“Oh! feeble, woman’s hands
Outstretched in anguish thro’ the enshrouding dark,
Ye cannot reach that far-off, struggling bark
That seems so lashed and beaten by the storm;
Ye cannot clasp that fever-stricken form,
And lead him home across the cold, wet sands!

“But thou canst kneel and pray,
Oh, burdened one!–Thy Father, through the night
Can hear thy prayer!–Thy tears fall in His sight!
Call e’er so faintly, He thy voice can hear!
Then close the door, and pray;–thy Lord is near–
Is near to thee, and near to him alway!”

Thus spake the voice of Love;–
And, kneeling there, in God’s own gracious ear
I whispered all my anguish and my fear,
Then laid me down, and slept, and saw no more
The night’s black pall, or heard the sullen roar
Of battling storms that ‘mid the darkness strove.

I slept, and woke at length,
Strengthened, sustained. Another day, I knew
That he had been sustained and strengthened too;
And when, at length, his fevered hand I pressed,
I blessed the love that so had brought him rest,
And me, for added sorrows, added strength.

– Mrs. J. C. Yule

Harmless As A Dove

“Be like the dove” (Jer. xlviii. 28).

Harmless as a dove, is Christ’s interpretation of the beautiful emblem. And so the Spirit of God is purity itself. He cannot dwell in an unclean heart. He cannot abide in the natural mind. It was said of the anointing of old, “On man’s flesh it shall not be poured.”

The purity which the Holy Spirit brings is like the white and spotless little plant which grows up out of the heap of manure, or the black soil, without one grain of impurity adhering to its crystalline surface, spotless as an angel’s wing.

So the Holy Spirit gives a purity of heart which gives its own protection, for it is essentially unlike the evil things which grow around it. It may be surrounded on every side with evil, but it is uncontaminated and pure because its very nature is essentially holy and divine. Like the plumage of the dove, it cannot be soiled, but comes forth from the miry pool unstained and unsullied by the dark waters, because it is protected by the oily covering which sheds off every defilement and makes it proof against the touch of every stain.

A.B. Simpson