Nurse's Verses: Poetry Corner with Christ

“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.” Romans 1:20

Mountains

Timeless forms of mighty conquest;
Tireless guardians of the day;
Silent sentinels of nightly rest –
These He spoke from earthly clay.
Highly raised by words of power;
Greatly praised from dust of earth;
Quiet stands the surly tower
‘Til a quaking gives its birth.
This He saw before the template;
This He sees from Heaven’s throne,
As the sunlight from His trumpet
Sets, to glow the beacon-stone.
And the thought that rests the spirit
As their snowy banks increase,
Is that the God of deepest merit
Is He Who sends their breeze of peace;
And the God Who raised their crests
Above the height of Glory’s cloud,
Is He Who leads our souls to rest
Above the rain that He’s allowed.
So, to my spirit, giants, speak ye –
Heaven’s footstool, glacier creased –
If our God can keep thee mighty,
Then my soul can live in peace.

Faith’s Flower

A joy everlasting within me does grow –
A joy and a hope from a Heavenly glow,
Because, deep within me, from Christly bestow,
A faith and salvation is stemming below.
Above and increasing is rising a limb –
A branch and a flower – a laurel-leaf brim,
And deep in the flower, beneath pollen’s rim,
Are seeds of the Gospel to echo faith’s hymn.
Blessed soul, gladly joy in your freedom a-riled;
Exuberant, drown in a joy never mild –
But taste deep the words of the now-reconciled –
O blessed! – The phrase: I am God’s holy child.

Who Can Follow the Wind?

Who can know where the wind bloweth?
Who can chart its circuit ‘round?
Though we witness when it passeth,
Nowhere claimeth it be bound.

Tell – tale swinging it betrayeth;
A fir -tree’s boughs project its sound –
Otherwise this soft ghost flyeth,
Urging seas, swelled waves, to pound.

Times, tis a breath that whispereth,
Or its furious squalor can’t be crowned.
However it through or over saileth,
It trails a legacy renowned.

Once the mighty Sea it parteth,
Pharaoh’s army to astound.
Once the Preacher’s mind confoundeth;
Once bore Elijah from earth’s mound.

Once heralded God’s voice cometh;
Once Peter feared they would be drowned,
And Jesus cried, “Be stilleth!”
Its power plummeted at the sound.

By His command it again raiseth;
Directed when His voice resounds.
“Who can know where the wind bloweth?”
He who twirls its circuit ‘round.