The Prisoner of Love By F. W. Orde Ward (F. Harald Wiliams) |
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MY TERRA FIRMA |
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November 18 MY TERRA FIRMA
“He set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.”—
Ps. xl. 2.
I stand on solid ground—but, no,
On something more than earth and sky,
Which are decaying and pass by
In all their grace and strength,
At length;
God is beneath me, and below
The greatness of Eternity.
And so I rest
On no dissolving heaven or land
Which fade as surely as they grow,
But on the Father's awful Breast
And in the hollow of His Hand.
On something more than earth and sky,
Which are decaying and pass by
In all their grace and strength,
At length;
God is beneath me, and below
The greatness of Eternity.
And so I rest
On no dissolving heaven or land
Which fade as surely as they grow,
But on the Father's awful Breast
And in the hollow of His Hand.
I build on everlasting Rock,
Upraised by travail of the years
And channeled not by ages' tears;
Though systems round me lie
And die,
Yet not the shadow nor the shock
Of doom may teach the glorious fears,
Which are my breath.
I came from God, His awful womb
Sent me a spirit forth to mock
Time's conquests and the law of death,
And reign for ever on their tomb.
Upraised by travail of the years
And channeled not by ages' tears;
Though systems round me lie
And die,
Yet not the shadow nor the shock
Of doom may teach the glorious fears,
Which are my breath.
I came from God, His awful womb
Sent me a spirit forth to mock
Time's conquests and the law of death,
And reign for ever on their tomb.
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