Above is a pic of my youngest daughter and me.
My Husband, My brother in Christ
In My Saviour's School of Grace
Fierce passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea,
But calm, content and peace we find,
When, Lord, we turn to Thee.
In vain by reason and by rule
We try to bend the will;
For none but in the Saviour's school
Can learn the heavenly skill.
Since at His feet my soul has sate,
His gracious words to hear,
Contented with my present state,
I cast on Him my care.
"Art thou a sinner, soul?" He said,
"Then how canst thou complain?
How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd
With everlasting pain!
"If thou of murmuring wouldst be cured,
Compare thy griefs with mine!
Think what my love for thee endured,
And thou wilt not repine.
"'Tis I appoint thy daily lot,
And I do all things well;
Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot,
And rise with me to dwell.
"In life my grace shall strength supply,
Proportion'd to thy day;
At death thou still shalt find me nigh,
To wipe thy tears away."
Thus I, who once my wretched days
In vain repinings spent,
Taught in my Saviour's school of grace,
Have learnt to be content. -- Cowper
Comments
This is a great poem. Thank you for your prayer for my dad. Your comment on my site was a blessing. Thank you! I will visit again....God bless you!
Posted by: Amanda | October 15, 2006 08:00 PM
Amanda,
Your story about your dad really struck my heart considering my dad raised my brother, sister and I on his own for many years just like your dad.
Abundant blessings to you, too.
Sincerely from the heart,
Lisa
Posted by: lisa4given | October 15, 2006 11:06 PM