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
--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
2 comments:
How beautiful Maxine!!
I'm so glad I know Him...
Stopping by to wish you a "Happy Mother's Day".
Enjoy♥
Blessings to you, dear Susan! I missed this comment. I'll come see you at your place!
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