Members LYDIA WESTERN Posted January 18, 2020 Members Share Posted January 18, 2020 Cherith Thy camp is pitched by Cherith stream, The hamlet of thy love, thy means, And running low the crystal drains away, Sinks into the burning sand, the hardened clay. From its waning freshness thy spirit found its share, And foolish fear has told thee thy Jesus doesn’t care. That little shall drain till nothing left But turbid leagues of hearts bereft. Greater eyes have seen the stream has dried, The fainting spirits died. And comes the voice of One beholding, Guiding words, His new unfoldings. Get thee hence, my will is thy supply. Let Cherith’s blessings die, If once supplies thy soul hath cherished Turned to dust and perished. Let Jesus be thy guide. He shall not mock nor disappoint thee. Trust his promise for the need. New morning joy, the night its fears assuage, And wipes the burning tears away. L.Western Alan and Jim_Alaska 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Alan Posted January 18, 2020 Members Share Posted January 18, 2020 We always enjoy a good poem. Keep on posting! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members LYDIA WESTERN Posted January 22, 2020 Author Members Share Posted January 22, 2020 Thankyou. I’m publishing a book with Balboa Press in the States at the moment. Australia isn’t the best place to sell poetry. I’m not in it for the money anyway. I just wanted it to be a blessing. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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