Thursday, May 5, 2011

But Dust

He remembereth that we are dust. ~ Psalm 103:14

Oh how in this thy quire of souls I stand,
--Propt by thy hand--
A heap of Sand!
Which busie thoughts--like winds--would scatter quite,
And Put to flight,
But for thy might;
Thy hand alone doth tame
Those blasts, and knit my frame.

~ Henry Vaughan


Susan said...

How beautiful Maxine!!

I'm so glad I know Him...

Stopping by to wish you a "Happy Mother's Day".


Maxine said...

Blessings to you, dear Susan! I missed this comment. I'll come see you at your place!