How often, Lord, our grateful eyes
Have seen what Thou hast done,
How often does Thy love surprise
From dawn to set of sun.
How often has a gracious rain
On Thine inheritance,
When it was weary, wrought again
An inward radiance.
Thou Who upon the heavens dost ride,
What miracle of love
Brings Thee more swiftly to our side
Than even thought can move?
Our love is like a little pool,
Thy love is like the sea,
O beautiful, O wonderful,
How noble Love can be.
by Amy Carmichael
2 comments:
Very, very beautiful Abby. Thanks for sharing that with us. I especially appreciate the last stanza. Quite profound. Amy Carmichael was so gifted by God...
Abby,
Thanks for stopping by! :) You guys have a blog, too? That's great. Thanks for your prayers for the sick people in my family. We hit some wifi in Vermont so I just saw your comment. We have one more concert tonight and then we're going home tomorrow morning, Lord willing.
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