Friday, March 18, 2011


For Thee, O God

As wingless bird blown from its nest
By heartless wind with cruel surprise
As such a bird for wings to rise
So longs my soul for Thee, O God.

As wandering lamb when twilight falls
Cold, bleating longs for sheltered fold
And shepherd-love to find and hold
So longs my soul for Thee, O God.

As stranger lone in friendless place
Met cold by loveless stranger gaze
Hungers for home and love's warm rays,
So longs my soul for Thee, O God.

For Thou art wings to weakened souls
And Love to find the ones who roam
And bring them to Thee - Thou art Home
And joy to me, Thou art my God.

- AFC, 3-18-2011


1 comment:

Savories of Life said...

Is this a picture of your hosue? Answer on my blog.