64. How Rarely Have I Come This Way
How rarely have I come this way.
How rarely have I seen
This flowered path, this gleaming pond,
Though they have always been
Reminders of the Father’s love,
Of His unfailing care,
I did not look, I did not see,
But they were always there.
How rarely have I felt this way,
How rarely has this calm
Which fills my heart been with me,
Though it might well have been known.
Reminding me of Jesus’ gift,
His sacrifice for me.
I did not seek, I did not feel,
He was always there for me.
How rarely have I tried to share.
How rarely have I knelt
And prayed with those who lived in pain,
Whose own hearts could not melt
Cruel griefs' fierce ice or doubt’s strong frost.
I had not faith to see
That He who lifted all men up,
Had asked the same of me.
I did not see, I did not feel,
But I have changed this day.
God’s peace and love have filled my soul,
My own cares fled away,
And in their place is His sweet joy,
With His life I am free.
He fills my eyes, He fills my heart,
He is everywhere to me.
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MOSES 6:63
“And behold, all things have their likeness, and all things are created and made to bear record of me, both things which are temporal, and things which are spiritual; things which are in the heavens above, and things which are on the earth, and things which are in the earth, and things which are under the earth, both above and beneath: all things bear record of me.”
Context
One night, after a particularly tender and congenial social with members of our ward, I went for a brief walk under a glorious full moon in a park I had not visited in years. The shadowed beauty I had ignored seemed to overwhelm me. It had always been there, but I had not taken advantage of it. I had passed up special experiences because I was too busy. I sensed then that we can perhaps have as many spiritual moments as we are willing to work for and share. Even in tribulation or doubt, the Father and the Son are there for us, and the medium of the Holy Spirit is sweet indeed.
I left the tranquility of that scene determined to both visit it more often and share spiritual beauty and peace more often. And I felt, deeply, that Deity consistently wants to share with us, if we would only be willing to receive.
How rarely have I come this way.
How rarely have I seen
This flowered path, this gleaming pond,
Though they have always been
Reminders of the Father’s love,
Of His unfailing care,
I did not look, I did not see,
But they were always there.
How rarely have I felt this way,
How rarely has this calm
Which fills my heart been with me,
Though it might well have been known.
Reminding me of Jesus’ gift,
His sacrifice for me.
I did not seek, I did not feel,
He was always there for me.
How rarely have I tried to share.
How rarely have I knelt
And prayed with those who lived in pain,
Whose own hearts could not melt
Cruel griefs' fierce ice or doubt’s strong frost.
I had not faith to see
That He who lifted all men up,
Had asked the same of me.
I did not see, I did not feel,
But I have changed this day.
God’s peace and love have filled my soul,
My own cares fled away,
And in their place is His sweet joy,
With His life I am free.
He fills my eyes, He fills my heart,
He is everywhere to me.
(c) www.servingjesuspoetry.com
Unlimited non-commercial usage allowed.
MOSES 6:63
“And behold, all things have their likeness, and all things are created and made to bear record of me, both things which are temporal, and things which are spiritual; things which are in the heavens above, and things which are on the earth, and things which are in the earth, and things which are under the earth, both above and beneath: all things bear record of me.”
Context
One night, after a particularly tender and congenial social with members of our ward, I went for a brief walk under a glorious full moon in a park I had not visited in years. The shadowed beauty I had ignored seemed to overwhelm me. It had always been there, but I had not taken advantage of it. I had passed up special experiences because I was too busy. I sensed then that we can perhaps have as many spiritual moments as we are willing to work for and share. Even in tribulation or doubt, the Father and the Son are there for us, and the medium of the Holy Spirit is sweet indeed.
I left the tranquility of that scene determined to both visit it more often and share spiritual beauty and peace more often. And I felt, deeply, that Deity consistently wants to share with us, if we would only be willing to receive.