HE IS RISEN !

HE IS RISEN !

Shall we deny him our feet to climb those stairs; shall we keep back those hands that he would use; and shall we seal the lips by which he would speak the tender message to the dying soul?

Nay, rather, shall we not say:

"Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for thee.
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from thee.

"Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of thy love.
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King."

And by every movement of our bodies say to men as we pass on our pilgrim way: "I no longer live, but Christ liveth in me." So live that our lives shall be a demonstration that "Christ in us, the hope of glory," is the Indwelling Presence that guides us in that way.


Sunday, February 6, 2011

GLORY POEM # 16


THE ROSE


THE ROSE

Elegance, beauty beyond first stare
for within lies a fragrance which lingers for one fair,
a radiant flower, none other can compare
for of Royalty, this one, so rare!

It's decadent robes are worn so proud,
celebrated by all the colors of the rainbow, sing aloud,
lavished in velvet; perfection endowed.

From a bud to the opening of this graceful heir,
one dare not pass it by without embracing its flare,
leaving only a hint of the knowledge we're aware,
we've been in the presence of rulership & dignity
a name "The Rose" does bear!

inspired 9/22/97
J.C.Vance

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