GOD HOLDS US IN HIS EVERLASTING ARMS……Poem by Robert Fear on Isaiah 40

He hath fixed the set proportions of the oceans and the land
According to the details of His plan;
He hath “measured out the waters in the hollow of his hand”
And meted out the heavens with His span.”
He controls th’ unconquered orbit of “the light that rules the day”
And guides the myriad worlds that shine at night;
And brings forth the host of heaven by their numbers to display
The uncontested brilliance of His might!
But although His arm is power to the infinite expanse,
That same unerring arm is in control
To determine and to govern my every circumstance—
To claim complete submission in my soul!
Yes!  And though He counts the nations as “the dust upon the scale”
And soars above their triumphs and alarms,
He remembers all about us—that our frame of dust is frail,
And holds us in His “everlasting arms.”
(R.G. Fear:  Composed en route to France for the Invasion of Europe,
June 15th, 1945)
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A POEM……Dorothea Day

Out of the light that dazzles me,
Bright as the sun from pole to pole
   I thank the God I know to be
For Christ is the conqueror of my soul
Since His the sway of circumstance
   I would not wince nor cry aloud
Under the rule which men call chance
   My head with joy is humbly bowed
Beyond this place of sin and tears
That life with Him!  And His the aid,
   Despite the menace of the years,
Keep, and shall keep me, unafraid
I have no fear, though strait the gate,
He cleared my punishment from the scroll
   Christ is the master of my fate
   Christ is the master of my soul

“THE MISSION OF THE HOLY SPIRIT”……H.A. Ironside

“Oh the peace of full surrender!
    All my joy to do His will!
Mine to trust His faithful promise;
    His the promise to fulfil
Oh the glory and the rapture
    Thus to dwell with Christ the Lord;
New delight and wisdom gaining
    From the study of His Word.
Pleasure’s songs no more entice me,
    Nor the bugle note of Fame;
Sweeter far the holy music
    Of my dear Redeemer’s name.
Oh the glory and the rapture—
    Earthly burdens pass away!
Stormy winter turns to summer;
    Lonely darkness into day.”
(excerpt from H.A. Ironside’s “The Mission of the Holy Spirit”)

POEM……Author Unknown

Is there no other way, Oh, God,
Except through sorrow, pain and loss?
To stamp Christ’s likeness on my soul,
No other way except the cross?
And then a voice stills all my soul,
That stilled the waves of Galilee,
“Cans’t thou not bear the furnace
If midst the flames I walk with thee?
I bore the cross, I know its weight,
I drank the cup I hold for thee.
Cans’t thou not follow where I lead?
I’ll give thee strength, lean hard on Me.”

INCOMPARABLE CHRIST……Author Unknown

PRESSED! Author Unknown

Pressed out of measure, and pressed to all length;
Pressed so intensely it seems beyond strength;


Pressed in the body and pressed in the soul;
Pressed in the mind till the dark surges roll;


Pressure by foes, and pressure by friends;
Pressure on pressure till life nearly ends.


Pressed into knowing no helper but God;
Pressed into loving the staff and the rod;


Pressed into liberty where nothing clings;
Pressed into faith for impossible things;


Pressed into living a life in the Lord;
Pressed into living a Christ-life outpoured.