Gethsemane

 Gethsemane K. L. Paxson

In dark Gethsemane,

He lay, grief-stricken and alone!
The softly, glowing Syrian night,
Looked calmly on.
Whilst He, the Lord of life and light,

Lay quivering there.
In awful agony of soul,
He, pleading, cries in anguished Prayer:
"Oh, Father, let this cup

Pass by Thy Son,
If so Thy holy will be done!"
Ah, no, not so could victory be won,
And Satan spoiled of death!
In bloody sweat, in tears,

He wrestled in the garden's gloom,
Assailed by deadly fears,
Alone, bereft of God.
Thou trod'st the pathway to the tomb,

And glorified for me
Its black, its awful gloom!
For Thee!
The riven heart, the cursed tree.
For me,

A path of light thru dark Gethsemane!

The Good Teacher

 The Good Teacher
by Henry Van Dyke

The Lord is my Teacher,
I shall not lose the way.

He leadeth me in the the lowly path of
learning,
He prepareth a lesson for me every
day;
He bringeth me to the clear foun-
tains of instruction;
Little by little he showeth me the
beauty of truth.

The world is a great book that he
hath written,
He turneth the leaves for me slowly;
They are all inscribed with images
and letters
He poureth light on the pictures and
the words.

He taketh me by the hand to the
hilltop of vision,
And my soul is glad when I perceive
his meaning;
In the valley also he whispereth to
my heart.

Even tho my lesson be hard it is not
hopeless,
For the Lord is patient with his slow
scholar;
He will wait a while for my weak-
ness,
And help me to read the truth thru
tears.

Pray for One Another

Pray for One Another

I cannot tell why there should come to me
A thought of some one miles and miles away,
In swift insistence on the memory,
Unless a need there be that I should pray.

Too hurried oft are we to spare the thought,
For days together, of some friends away;
Perhaps God does it for us, and we ought
To read his signal as a call to pray

Perhaps, just then, my friend has fiercer fight,
And more appalling weakness, and decay
Of courage, darkness, some lost sense of right;
And so, in case he needs my prayer, I pray.

Friend, do the same for me. If I intrude
Unmasked upon you, on some crowded day,
Give me a moment's prayer s interlude;
Be very sure I need it; therefore pray.

by Marianne Farmingham.