"Blessed are the poor
in spirit"
Shielded by the mists of merciful tenderness
We find ourselves in posession of vast and awesome wealth, intangible
wealth, beyond all earthly recompense.
The great and glorious future that is ours
at such great cost to Him,
Who loved enough to lay down his life for
His friends
The quiet still waters where he leads rise
and overflow from His heart, the spring of mercy, the
fountain of joy and love divine.
Priceless are the gifts he bestows on us
His children, heavenly and glorious gifts flow gently to our hearts.
Unlocked are His arms to tenderly carry
His weary lambs along his road of peace,
Kindness and gratitude He shows in abundance
to those who love him.
The weary find rest, the fearful a refuge.
The broken-hearted find solace and are cherished.
Sing praises to our God who waits to receive
our many burdens, who waits with such inordinate patience
to effect our healing.
The sheer expression of his love is gloriously
boundless.
Below the fathomless depths of ocean, above and beyond the vault
of the skies reaches your love my God.
O, how we need you my God, o, how we need
Your love. Bless our need.
Catherine O'Halloran.
Watch
of the Lord
Gudrun
Brewster
