“Never did form more fairy thread the dance Than she who scours the hills to find it flowers; Never did sweeter lips chained ears entrance Than hers that move, true to its striking hours; No hands so white e'er decked the warrior's lance, As those which tend its lamp as darkness lours; And never since dear Christ expired for man, Had holy shrine so fair a sacristan.” MenHandsMovingFormChristHoursWhiteDarknessFlowerHolyFairsEarsLipsDearWarriorHillsFairyThreadLampsEntrancesChainedShrinesExpired Book:Madonna's child [a poem]. Source: Madonna's child [a poem].
“O singers, resinous and soft your songsAbove the sacred whisper of the pines,Give virgin lips to cornfield concubines,Bring dreams of Christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs.” GivingDreamChristSacredLipsSingersVirginsConcubines Book:The Collected Poems of Jean Toomer Source: The Collected Poems of Jean Toomer
“He will be the best Christian who has Christ for his Master, and truly follows Him. Some are disciples of the church, others are disciples of the minister, and a third sort are disciples of their own thoughts; he is the wise man who sits at Jesus' feet and learns of Him, with the resolve to follow His teaching and imitate His example. He who tries to learn of Jesus Himself, taking the very words from the Lord's own lips, binding himself to believe whatsoever the Lord hath taught and to do whatsoever He hath commanded-he I say, is the stable Christian.” MenTryingBelieveChristianJesusChristChurchLordWiseFeetTeachingExampleTaughtMastersThirdsLipsMinistersBeing The BestResolveStableDiscipleBindingBest Christian Author:Charles Spurgeon
“Every day His servants are dying modestly and peacefully--not a word of victory on their lips; but Christ's deep triumph in their hearts--watching the slow progress of their own decay, and yet so far emancipated from personal anxiety that they are still able to think and plan for others, not knowing that they are doing any great thing. They die, and the world hears nothing of them; and yet theirs was the completest victory. They came to the battle field, the field to which they had been looking forward all their lives, and the enemy was not to be found. There was no foe to fight with.” ThinkingWorldHeartStillsAbleDeathDiesFightingFoundChristEnemyKnowingProgressPlansDyingFieldsVictoryBattleAnxietyLipsGreat ThingsTriumphServantDecayNot KnowingFoeLooking ForwardSlow Progress Book:Sermons Preached at Brighton Source: Sermons Preached at Brighton