If I ask to be delivered from trial rather
than for deliverance out of it,
to the praise of His glory;
If I forget that the way of the cross
leads to the cross
and not to a bank of flowers;
If I regulate my life on these lines,
or even unconsciously my
thinking,
so that I am surprised when the
way is rough and think it
strange, though the word is,
"Think it not strange,"
"Count it all joy."
then I know nothing of Calvary love.
than for deliverance out of it,
to the praise of His glory;
If I forget that the way of the cross
leads to the cross
and not to a bank of flowers;
If I regulate my life on these lines,
or even unconsciously my
thinking,
so that I am surprised when the
way is rough and think it
strange, though the word is,
"Think it not strange,"
"Count it all joy."
then I know nothing of Calvary love.
5 comments:
Beautiful!
I'm more of a Kipling, Tennyson type of guy but this was pretty good.
HTOITA
Yes--beautiful! I'm a fan of Amy Carmicheal. What a woman she was!
I love this poem. It is a challenge to me.
I should definitely not be surprised when the way is rough - but so thankful when it smooths out for a bit!
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