A Poem about Hardships
Christian Cross

Ella Wheeler Wilcox reminds us, in the context of our
Lord's experience, that there awaits each
of us a time of testing and trial.

 

Can a mother forget her nursing child?
Can she feel no love for the child she has borne?
But even if that were possible, I would not forget you!
See, I have written your name on the palms of my hands.

Isaiah 49:15 - 16

 

 

The music playing is titled
Psalm 13 - How Long O Lord
Performed by Brian Doerken and Anja Lehmann

Written by David, Psalm 13 is a Psalm of transition. Starting in discouragement and despair,
David finishes in a place of trust, joy, and encouragement. - www.blueletterbible.org

 

Dove

Gethsemane

In golden youth when seems the earth,
A Summer-land of singing mirth,
When souls are glad and hearts are light,
And not a shadow lurks in sight,
We do not know it, but there lies,
Somewhere veiled under evening skies,
A garden which we all must see--
The Garden of Gethsemane.

 

With joyous steps we go our ways,
Love lends a halo to our days;
Light sorrows sail like clouds afar,
We laugh and say how glad we are.
We hurry on; and hurrying, go
Close to the border-land of woe;
That waits for you, and waits for me--
Forever waits Gethsemane.

 

Down shadowy lanes, across strange streams,
Bridged over by our broken dreams;
Behind the misty caps of years,
Beyond the great salt fount of tears,
The garden lies. Strive as you may,
You cannot miss it in your way.
All paths that have been, or shall be,
Pass somewhere through Gethsemane.

 

All those who journey, soon or late,
Must pass within the garden's gate;
Must kneel alone in darkness there,
And battle with some fierce despair.
God pity those who cannot say,
Not mine, but Thine, who only pray,
Let this cup pass, and cannot see
The purpose in Gethsemane.

 

- by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919) -

 

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