Sunday, May 1, 2016

May Poems & Praise



Hibiscus Syriacus
Rose of Sharon

The Lord is God, Who has shown
 and given us light,
He has illuminated us with grace,
freedom and joy.
You are my God,
and I will confess, praise,
and give thanks to You;
You are my God,
I will extol You.
O give thanks to the Lord,
for He is good; 
for His mercy and loving-kindness
endures forever.
Psalm 118: 27,28,29




Springtime In Israel



 
Flowers preach to us if we will hear...
The rose saith in the dewy morn:
I am most fair; 
 
Garden Rose 
 
 
Yet all my loveliness is born
Upon a thorn.
The poppy saith amid the corn:
Let but my scarlet head appear
And I am held in scorn; 
 
Scarlet Field Poppies
 
Yet juice of subtle virtue lies
Within my cup of curious dyes.
The lilies say: Behold how we
Preach without words of purity.
 
 Madonna Lilies
 
The violets whisper from the shade
Which their own leaves have made:
Men scent our fragrance on the air,
Yet take no heed 
 
Wild Violets 
 
Of humble lessons we would read.
But not alone the fairest flowers:
The merest grass
Along the roadside where we pass,
Lichen and moss and sturdy weed,
Tell of His love who sends the dew,
The rain and sunshine too,
To nourish one small seed.
-Christina Georgina Rossetti
 



Rose of Sharon



“Consider the lilies of the field…
even Solomon in all his glory
 was not arrayed like one of these.”
 Matthew 6:28-29




 Consider The Lilies
Consider the lilies—how stately they grow!
They toil not, they spin not, no seed do they sow;
Yet they bloom all the summer, so shining and tall,
The Father Who loves them takes thought for them all.


Consider the ravens—who gives them their food?
Who shelters their nest in the storm beaten wood?
Who guides the young sparrow? who watches its fall?
Their Father in Heaven takes heed for them all.


Our Father in Heaven, Thy children on earth
Than lilies or ravens Thou holdest more worth:
O guide us and guard us, be near when we call,
Uphold us, enfold us—we thank Thee for all!


Consider the lilies—how stately they grow!
They toil not, they spin not, no seed do they sow;
Yet they bloom all the summer, so shining and tall,
The Father Who loves them takes thought for them all.


Consider the ravens—who gives them their food?
Who shelters their nest in the storm beaten wood?
Who guides the young sparrow? who watches its fall?


Their Father in Heaven takes heed for them all.

Our Father in Heaven, Thy children on earth
Than lilies or ravens Thou holdest more worth:
O guide us and guard us, be near when we call,
Uphold us, enfold us—we thank Thee for all!

Alice W. Brotherton
(1905)

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