epiphany.

by e

Thy fishes breathe but where thy waters roll;
Thy birds fly but within thy airy sea;
My soul breathes only in thy infinite soul;
I breathe, I think, I love, I live but thee.
Oh breathe, oh think,–O Love, live into me;
Unworthy is my life till all divine,
Till thou see in me only what is thine.

Father of me, thou art my bliss secure.
Make of me, maker, whatsoe’er thou wilt.
Let fancy’s wings hang moulting, hope grow poor,
And doubt steam up from where a joy was spilt–
I lose no time to reason it plain and clear,
But fly to thee, my life’s perfection dear:–
Not what I think, but what thou art, makes sure.

George Macdonald,
Diary of an Old Soul

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Really…Jesus is all we need…

as like the lilies need the valley to thrive,
and the waters for the oceans to fill

Christ, my life, my fountain;
Quench my thrist with your water.
In you I find all I need;
my source, my all, my sole supplier.

The equation’s simple.
Only the cross multiplies and adds, any other only divides and subtracts.

Jesus, Jesus… color my life anew, again.

splashes of grace and love..with strokes of hope, joy and peace.

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