Sunday 3 May 2020

AWAKE

Awake, World, where things seem to fall apart
For God has shown the limits of your art,
Since for too many years you have ignored
The way by which He shared His loving heart.

Awake, poor Christians, for "How can you sleep?"
While your frail ship tosses upon this deep,
But now, "Arise, and call upon Thy God",
And grasp the word He gave to you to keep.

Awake, my soul, arising from the dead
And Christ will shine on you, as He has said,
So that you gain the blessings He would give
To those who go where He Himself has led.

2 May 2020 

8 comments:

  1. I enjoyed this poetry. Appropriate for the times.

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    1. Thank you: addressing to my soul since I need it!
      Keep Joyful

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  2. Yes. Very nice. Very thought provoking & timely.

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    1. Thank you. It was a minor reaction to the 40 stanzas here: https://malcolmguite.wordpress.com/2020/05/02/the-quarantine-quatrains-the-complete-poem/#comments

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  3. Amen … we need to encourage each other … so thank you for that …

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    1. Thanks - and your response is encouraging!

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  4. How we need to keep our eyes on the Risen Christ in these tumultuous times.
    Blessings
    Maxine

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I'm glad to hear how this strikes you!