Ever and ever seeking to find.
We scan the sky, we climb the mountain of clay
Trying to justify life to our mind.
We reach, we touch,
and then we lose hold,
It is
this, and that, and then is
gone.
We are young in the
search, and then are old.
Too
great this place we search
upon.
But search we must for we
are here.
The God who put us
here must know.
He surely has
left some secrets
near,
Pointing out the way we
should go.
keep reaching above,
Keep reaching out unto,
Keep reaching out in love.
But let us never fall
below,
Nor reach down too
far,
For nothing good down does
grow,
But ever upward does
aspire.
Looking downward
darkness we find,
Above beams
the sunshine,
Downward only
dims the mind.
Above everything
is fine.
If we would reach with
our hand,
Let us reach up
high,
Let us look above the
land,
And look up into the
sky.
Above there lies our only
hope,
Beneath lies
despair,
Let us not below
grope,
But reach into the
air.
Up above there lies the
answer
To all we ever
need,
So above let us
refer,
A reaching high
indeed.
After war has been
Can in some way pay the cost,
But cannot bring back the men.
Oh that men of power and
state
Could see the evil in war
well,
And looking in the eye of
fate,
Could see war as it is, a
Hell!
Oh that the faces of those
that have died
Might appear
within their sight!
Could they
hear how the dying cried,
And
still send men to fight?
Is
conscience so far gone
From men
who high office hold,
That they
let war go on?
Is not this
insanity old?
To satisfy a mad
man's whim
A million men might
cease to live,
And all this
because of him.
What repentance
could he give?
But war corrupts
not one but all,
They all shout
like foolish sheep
For this
most cursed evil they call,
And
then they cry and weep.
What
folly sets aflame
Within men
this love of war?
Why do they
play this deadly game?
Why do
they dabble in this ghastly
fire?
And you may your salvation receive.
All your old sins are cast into the sea,
and there forever to be.
Come and
serve Jesus then,
and depart
from your sin.
Jesus came to
seek and to save.
Upon the
cross He redemption gave.
If you
repent with your whole
heart,
He will forgiveness
impart.
All that He asks of
you
Is to repent and be
true.
He will not turn you
away,
Neither in the night nor
the day.
Come to Him in your
sorrow,
Have no fear of
tomorrow.
He will His comfort
give.
You may within His love
live.
Think not His Compassion
gone,
For it shall forever live
on.
Everlasting mercy He does
own.
His blood for your sins
shall atone.
He casts away no
one.
He withholds mercy from
none.
I never can lose my awe at the unparallelled beauty of the natural world that is unspoiled by people. Each season has its glory. Wind and rain I number among my trusted friends. My mind is calmer near trees, flowers, the grass, and the soil. My nerves relax listening to the aria of the birds and the whispering leaves.I am richly blessed, for I still see images in clouds. The richness of the world lies in our perception. Some days it is good just to be. Beneath all the froth and sputtering there dwells the quiet. We come and look again at those things that are natural and grow out of the earth, and somehow our mind is eased.
Those
people who are difficult to like
form dark and tumultuous pictures
in our mind, while our feelings
about them are cold, and it is
painful to think of them. In our
recollections of people we
remember the little things.
Forgotten are most of what they
said, though we might remember the
way they tilted their head. We
might remember the manner in which
they smiled, or how they squinted
their eyes when they went to
speak.
Possibly we recall how they
laughed, or how they held their
hands. Somehow the words get
lost, though at the time they
might have seemed important.
Afterwards, years afterward, all
we remember is their smile, and
whether they seemed to like us or
not. We remember whether they
seemed happy or sad. We remember
them as a whole, and not from any
one day, happening, or feature,
but as one complete, unchanging
memory.
There is an aura
which emits from a person. In our
mind we have a vague picture, and
a vague feeling about a person
quite apart from any physical
distinctions which make up that
person. If we like them the
thought is pleasant as we bring
them to mind, and the picture of
them is bright and sometimes
colorful, while the feeling about
them is warm and happy.
Then all of a sudden a
chipmonk shuffles through the
leaves only a few feet away, and
that very instant I spot a hawk
circling above the treetops
creeing at the top of his lungs.
Then a quail with her little
chicks comes darting by hiding in
the leaves. My need for
companionship is gratified by
those gentle folk who quietly eye
me, but go on about their
business. In their way they seem
to say that they trust
me.
The woods are not
lonely as one might suppose, but
has many inhabitants who live and
die there. I step into the forest
and at first I see very few
creatures, but I wait awhile and
soon they begin to reveal
themselves. I see a rabbit tiptoe
down the path on cotton soled
feet, and then a squirrel scampers
down the trunk of a tree making a
scraping sound on the bark as he
comes.
