This is a powerful poem written by Anne Johnson Flint Stone, who endured so much pain and suffering.
HE GIVETH MORE GRACE
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure;
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth and giveth and giveth again.
- I came across this very powerful poem today, written by Francis Thompson, so I thought I’d share.
- O WORLD invisible, we view thee,
- O world intangible, we touch thee,
- O world unknowable, we know thee,
- Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!
- Does the fish soar to find the ocean,
- The eagle plunge to find the air–
- That we ask of the stars in motion
- If they have rumor of thee there?
- Not where the wheeling systems darken,
- And our benumbed conceiving soars!–
- The drift of pinions, would we hearken,
- Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.
- The angels keep their ancient places–
- Turn but a stone and start a wing!
- ‘Tis ye, ’tis your estrangèd faces,
- That miss the many-splendored thing.
- But (when so sad thou canst not sadder)
- Cry–and upon thy so sore loss
- Shall shine the traffic of Jacob’s ladder
- Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.
- Yea, in the night, my Soul, my daughter,
- Cry–clinging to Heaven by the hems;
- And lo, Christ walking on the water,
- Not of Genesareth, but Thames!
- Francis Thompson