I was doing some rearranging of old books and found several belonging to my sweet mother, whose faith was amazing. I found this lovely book of poems and thought I would share a couple with you instead of my usual blog. I hope they are as meaningful to you as they are to me. They were all composed by a Grace Holl Crowell.
The book was Copyrighted in 1939 and dedicated to Mothers of America. Those reading these poems might not be mothers, but they are meaningful to all of us.
A Remedy for Care
Consider the lilies of the field
Behold the birds of the air,
Thus the Master has given us
A cure for all our cares.
Birds do not sow, they do not reap,
Nor gather their stores ahead;
But out of loving hands of God
They all are safely fed.
Oh ye of little faith, said, One
who loves us our lifetime through,
Shall we not know that He will feed
And clothe us, too?
Thirty Three Short Years.
How young He was, how short His time on earth
A pulse-beat through the centuries, a breath between the starlit house of His birth, and that strange, darkened hour of His death.
Yet had those years not gone their swift sure way,
Had their significance been lost to men, there would be darkness in the land today,
No faith would lift, no heart could hope again.
Thank God, thank God for those years’ precious story!
Thank God for sharing Him to you, to me,
Out of the glory that was Theirs before
The world was………. and the glory yet to be.
The darkened years for Him that brought us light:
The weary years for Him that gave us rest:
The clamorous years, that we might know
The happiness within our breast.
For thirty-three brief years that His feet trod
The earthly roads for us,
We thank Thee, God for sharing
Him with us!!
AbideLines 