FAITH3: the Vynnix's Nest

Words of Wisdom

Cor Cordium
by Frederick W. Faber

Our God is never so far off
As even to be near.
He is within; our spirit is
The home he holds most dear.
To think of Him as by our side
Is almost as untrue
As to remove His throne beyond
Those skies of starry blue.
So all the while I thought myself
Homeless, forlorn, and weary,
Missing my joy, I walked the earth,
Myself God's sanctuary.

The Voice Of God
by Louis I. Newman
I sought to hear the voice of God,
And climbed the topmost steeple.
But God declared: "Go down again,
I dwell among the people.

For Joy
by Florence Earle Coates
For each and every joyful thing,
For twilight swallows on the wing,
For all that nest and all that sing;
For fountains cool that laugh and leap,
For rivers running to the deep,
For happy, care-forgetting sleep;
For stars that pierce the somber dark,
For morn, awaking with the lark,
For life new-stirring 'neath the bark;
For sunshine and the blessed rain,
For budding grove and bloomy lane,
For the sweet silence of the plain;

For the bounty springing from the sod,
For every step by beauty trod ---
For each dear gift of joy, thank God!

Things That Never Die
by Charles Dickens
The pure, the bright, the beautiful
That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulses to wordless prayer,
The streams of love and truth,
The longing after something lost,
The spirit's yearning cry,
The striving after better hopes ---
These things can never die.
The timid hand stretched forth to aid
A brother in his need;
A kindly word in grief's dark hour
That proves a friend indeed;
The plea for mercy softly breathed
When justice threatens high,
The sorrow of a contrite heart ---
These things shall never die.
Let nothing pass, for every hand
Must find some work to do,
Lose not a chance to waken love ---
Be firm and just and true.
So shall a light that cannot fade
Beam on thee from on high,
And angel voices say to thee ---
"These things shall never die."

Ministering
by Blodwen Davis

Some climb to the dizzy heights of fame
To know, to teach, to be;
Some dwell in pomp and high estate
Or lonely majesty;
'Tis theirs to fill their noble roll
With worthy dignity ---
But God is watching that my niche
Is filled the same by me.
While theirs may be the larger sphere,
Responsibility
Takes small account of any man
Or high or low degree;
Life's sacred duty changes not,
And honor knows no caste,
'Tis mine to do my humble bit
Loyal unto the last;
And whether in a palace fair
Or lowly cot I be,
God --- Lord of Heaven and King of Kings ---
Asks nothing more of me.

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