My Spot For Him

Emily is in a tree,
That is what you see,
A poet is not me,
Hee,hee,hee,hee,hee!

Build A Nest

Build a nest in the golden air,
That blows through the trusting tree,
Far away from the mists of care,
And the waves of the doubting sea.
What though the stormwinds rack and roar,
What though the raindrops fall,
Your nest is safe for evermore,
In the hand that is holding all.

Thus ever on through life we find,
To trust, O Lord, is best.
Who serve Thee with a quiet mind,
Find in Thy service rest.
Their outward troubles may not cease,
But this their joy shall be:
"Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace,
Whose mind is stayed on thee.."
J.N.D.
Isaiah 26:3

My Spot For Him

Thursday, May 10, 2007

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