Archive for March 17th, 2011
AGE MEANS NOTHING TO THE SOUL
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God’s HIM
Posted in Bible, Jesus Christ, poem, uncategorized, worship, tagged A leper no more rots, God's Him, Hopes are no longer slim, out on a limb, They brought their little tots, They filled the water pots, Vitality and vim, Zacchaeus on March 17, 2011| Leave a Comment »
They filled the water pots
All the way to the brim.
For Whom? For Him.
Zacchaeus had heard lots
He want out on a limb.
For Whom? For Him.
They laid aside their “jots”
And “tittles,” all so slim.
For Whom? For Him.
They brought their little tots,
A blessing’s no “mere whim.”
From Whom? From Him.
Man’s world’s no more mere dots,
Man’s eyes no longer dim.
From Whom? From Him.
A leper no more rots,
Hopes are no longer slim
From Whom? From Him.
The first miracle? Pots.
Vitality and vim?
– All from God’s HIM.
– eab, 3/17/11
Edith Margaret Clarkson – death, Mar. 17, 2008
Posted in Canada, converted to Christ, died today, education, lady writer, Literature, today in history, uncategorized, tagged 3/17/2008, 6/8/1915, A Singing Heart, “birder”, born in Melville Saskatchewan, conversion influenced by Pilgrim’s Progress, converted to Christ at age ten, died this date, Edith Margaret Clarkson, her first proper hymn, Her tastes in other writers, known for her evangelical faith, Margaret Clarkson, Miss Clarkson, native Canada, native Province, passed away in a nursing home, poet of nature, primary schoolteacher, she also penned 100 hymns, sung at the first Missionary Conference of the Inter-Varsity Christian Fellowship, Toronto Ontario, Watts Newton and Havergal, We come O Christ to Thee on March 17, 2011| Leave a Comment »
“So Send I You”
So send I you to labor unrewarded,
To serve unpaid, unloved, unsought, unknown,
To bear rebuke, to suffer scorn and scoffing,
So send I you to toil for me alone.
So send I you – to loneliness and longing,
With heart a-hungering for the loved and known;
Forsaking home and kindred, friend and dear one,
So send I you – to know my love alone.
So send I you – to leave your life’s ambitions,
To die to dear desire, self-will resign,
To labor long and love where men revile you,
So send I you – to lose your life in mine.
Edith Margaret Clarkson died this date, 3/17/2008 in her native Canada but not her native Province. She was born in Melville, Saskatchewan (6/8/1915) but passed away in a nursing home in Toronto, Ontario.
“We come, O Christ, to Thee,” Margaret (her preferred name) saw as her first proper hymn. It was sung at the first Missionary Conference of the Inter-Varsity Christian Fellowship and published in 1957.
Miss Clarkson, who was converted to Christ at age ten (a conversion influenced by Pilgrim’s Progress) became a primary schoolteacher (some 38 years) who was known for her evangelical faith. She was a poet of nature (she was a “birder”) but she also penned some 100 hymns. These were put together in 1986 in book called, A Singing Heart. Her tastes in other writers included Watts, Newton and Havergal.
Separate-Holy 