When Thou, O God Jesus...When Thou, O God Jesus, trod o'er the grassy plainsMore Like This
that waketh the souls which slumbers here
that maketh their soft petal'd lips to part and moan
to recite their morning psalms
and stretch their stringy bones
(as they are leaves and their bodies made of stems)
Thine eyes are the most radiant most deepest I've seen
that maketh the roses and freshest mowed lawns of the earth
to seem so mild
Thou art the music, the song in my soul
Thine breath is the fragrance of the sweetest of wine
which gives life to all even the most palest and dying kind
what glorious praise can my soul and spirit muster
to the Lord of all creation, my husband and master?
Thou art the rhymes of every sung song
which all turn dull whenever Your voice takes wing
Thou art the reason why I do sing
Thou art the reason my spirit has wings
Jesus O God
What can I truly give
to the Lord who has given me life through His death
on the rood?
Thou art my supplication
Thou art my good
Thou art my Savior, good Shepherd and compani
My Journey to FaithMy own journey to faith has been a long complex one.More Like This
Like most African Americans of the 30's, my parents were raised in the church, but neither
of them were really Christians. Furthermore my dad had a bitter experience in church when he
was young that forever soured him to religion and he had absolutely no interest in it.
Mom believed in God and enjoyed watching Robert Schuller's on TV, but her belief in God was mixed
with a hodgepodge of other things, including reincarnation. She was also a firm believer in 'to each his own.'
She thought that all paths led to God and that as long as one led a good life that was enough.
Despite this, God had His hand on me, because from the time I was little I instinctively sought Him.
Very early on I had a deep curiosity and hunger for spiritual things. I loved Bible stories and was
very curious about God. On the few occasions my mom or some other relative took me to visit a church
or Sunday school, I always felt a strange yearning. I wanted something
Until ThenOne day I'll be that spark.More Like This
That one feel that'll never fade.
That essence which brings a soul back.
That one reason to put a smile upon that face.
That one person who makes ye heart flutter.
A slow dream caste out.
Until then, a dime light is all that's shown.
A very small speck in that universe.
An image so far from home.
Fading glory in a dying world.