I cannot think that God would be content
To view unmoved the toiling and the strain,
The groaning of the ages, sick and spent,
The whole creation travailing in pain.
The suffering God is no vast cosmic force,
That by some blind, unthinking, loveless power
Keeps stars and atoms swinging in their course,
And reckons naught of men in this grim hour.
Nor is the suffering God a fair ideal
Engendered in the questioning hearts of men,
A figment of the mind to help me steel
My soul to rude realities I ken.
God suffers with a love that cleanses dross;
A God like that, I see upon a cross.
... Georgia Harkness
Never was fount so clear,
undimmed and bright;
From it alone, I know proceeds all light
although 'tis night.
... John of the Cross
The fear of Hell, or aiming to be blest,
Savors too much of private interest.
This moved not Moses, nor the zealous Paul,
Who for their friends abandoned soul and all.
... Edmund Waller
Blessed night, when first that plain
Echoed with the joyful strain,
"Peace has come to earth again!"Blessed hills, that heard the song
Of the glorious angel-throng,
Swelling all your slopes along.Happy shepherds, on whose ear
Fell the tidings glad and dear,
"God to man is drawing near."Happy, happy, Bethlehem,
Judah's least but brightest gem,
Where the rod from Jesse's stem,Scion of a princely race,
Sprung in Heaven's own perfect grace,
Yet in feeble lowliness.This, the woman's promised seed,
Abram's mighty Son indeed;
Succourer of earth's great need.This the victor in our war,
This the glory see afar,
This the light of Jacob's star!Happy Judah, rise and own
Him the heir of David's throne
David's Lord, and David's Son.Let the dayspring from on high.
That arose in Judah's sky.
Cover earth eternally.Babe of Bethlehem, to Thee,
Infant of eternity,
Everlasting glory be!
... Horatius Bonar
This is the irrational season
Where love blooms bright and wild.
Had Mary been filled with reason
There'd have been no room for the child.
... Madeline L'Engle, from Weather of the Heart
A God must have a God for company.
And lo! thou hast the Son-God to thy friend.
Thou honour'st his obedience, he thy law.
Into thy secret life-will he doth see;
Thou fold'st him round in live love perfectly--
One two, without beginning, without end;
In love, life, strength, and truth, perfect without a flaw.
... George Macdonald, Diary of an Old Soul
Thou hast not made, or taught me, Lord, to care
For times and seasons -- but this one glad day
Is the blue sapphire clasping all the lights
That flash in the girdle of the year so fair
When thou wast born a man -- because alway
Thou wast and art a man through all the flights
Of thought, and time, and thousandfold creation's play.
... George Macdonald, Diary of an Old Soul
Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand
For I am drowning in a stormier sea
Than Simon on the lake of Galilee:
The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,
My heart is as some famine-murdered land
Whence all good things have perished utterly,
And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
If I this night before God's throne must stand."He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,
Like Baal, when his prophets holed that name
From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height."
Nay, peace! I shall behold, before the night,
The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
The wounded hands, the weary human face.
... Oscar Wilde
Compilation Copyright, 1996-2008, by Robert McAnally Adams,