Sunday, July 22, 2012

Called Aside - Poem

Called aside -
From the glad working of thy busy life,
From the world’s ceaseless stir of care and strife,
Into the shade and stillness by thy Heavenly Guide
For a brief space thou hast been called aside.

Called aside -
Perhaps into a desert garden dim;
And yet not alone, when thou has been with Him,
And heard His voice in sweetest accents say;
‘ Child, wilt thou not with Me this still hour stay?’

Called aside -
In hidden paths with Christ thy Lord to tread,
Deeper to drink at the sweet Fountainhead,
Close in fellowship with him to roam,
Nearer, perchance, to feel thy Heavenly Home.

Called aside -
Oh, knowledge deeper grows with Him alone;
In secret oft His deeper love is shown,
And learnt in many an hour of dark distress
Some rare, sweet lesson of His tenderness.

Call aside -
We thank Thee for the stillness and the shade;
We thank Thee for the hidden paths Thy love hath made,
And, so that we have wept and watched with Thee,
We thank Thee for our dark Gethsemane.

Called aside -
Oh, restful thought--He doeth all things well;
Oh, blessed sense, with Christ alone to dwell;
So in the shadow of Thy cross to hide;
We thank Thee, Lord, to have been called aside.

Author Unknown

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