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Saturday, December 10, 2005

DAILY POEM

"Once I heard a song of sweetness as it cleft the morning air; Sounding in its blest completeness like a tender, pleading prayer;

Then I sought to find the singer, whence the wondrous song was borne, and I found a bird, sore-wounded, pinioned by a cruel thorn;

I've seen a soul in sadness, while its wings with pain were furled, giving hope and cheer and gladness, that should bless a weeping world;

and I knew that life of sweetness was of pain and sorrow born; and its stricken soul was singing, with its heart against a thorn;

Ye are told of One Who Loved you, of a Savior Crucified. Ye are told of nails that pinioned and a spear that pierced His side;

Ye are told of cruel scourging, of a Savior bearing scorn; And He died for your Salvation, with His Brow against a Thorn!;

Ye are not above your Master, will you breathe a sweet refrain, and His Grace will be sufficient when your heart is pierced with pain?;

Will you live to bless His Loved ones, though your life be bruised and torn?; Like the bird that sang so sweetly with its heart against a thorn?"

--Anonymous

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