WE WANDER AS IN A DUST STORM We wander, as in a dust storm; The images before us are dim and unreal. We grope towards them, Hoping to find support, Only to find them lost in a cloud of obscurity. We have lost the rock, We flounder about Trying to hide our fright by walking Faster And faster.... Show moreWE WANDER AS IN A DUST STORM We wander, as in a dust storm; The images before us are dim and unreal. We grope towards them, Hoping to find support, Only to find them lost in a cloud of obscurity. We have lost the rock, We flounder about Trying to hide our fright by walking Faster And faster. Christ, where is Thy mercy that shows us Thy salvation? Thy grace that gives us wiéaom? Thy love that teaches us love? Come to us that we may stand straight, That we may walk steadily with confidence, That the dim forms may be clear And that we may see the black and the white, That the gray may disappear, The winds cease, u ‘And the sun shine. --Florence Helland .10 o Show less
STRONG YOUNG LOVE Strong young love With strong brown arms Hold me Touch my body Make it softly gold. Touch my hair Make it blazingusun. Strong young love With strong brown arms Love me! And let the rains fall. ~~Jean Harrison .9-
WISE AND LOVING GOD Wise and loving Godl tron; and beautiful, Humble and mighty, Babe of Bethlehem, Teacher-of Nazareth, Crucified Lord, Risen Savior, Spirit in the rushing wind, Still small voice in night-time whispers, I love Thee, And my love for Thee is great. Blind and stumbling £0018 Small... Show moreWISE AND LOVING GOD Wise and loving Godl tron; and beautiful, Humble and mighty, Babe of Bethlehem, Teacher-of Nazareth, Crucified Lord, Risen Savior, Spirit in the rushing wind, Still small voice in night-time whispers, I love Thee, And my love for Thee is great. Blind and stumbling £0018 Small and sinful, Unclean and selfish, Blaspbener, Murderer, Adulterer, HypOcrite, Twisted by the thoughts of gain, Bent and ugly'with all evils. You love me. Thy love is greater. -Dar1yne Beam .8- Show less
FOG I like fog Sometimes cold SometimeS'Narm But always penetrating. Fog is friendly; It seems to close about you And cuddle up» The fcg gets thicker And thicker And 131') 3.0103!“ And finally the fog Begins to form into little drops And rains start to fall; n-L. David Hanson .7—
NOW LISTEN! Ybu tell me I am a sinner And sinners need a Savior. You haunt me till I am one of the fold. Or until I am too weary to heed your call. Then you would tell me I will never see life twice» How can I heed when you are not what you shzuld be? Never mind—«I'll find Him on my own. —-Paul J... Show moreNOW LISTEN! Ybu tell me I am a sinner And sinners need a Savior. You haunt me till I am one of the fold. Or until I am too weary to heed your call. Then you would tell me I will never see life twice» How can I heed when you are not what you shzuld be? Never mind—«I'll find Him on my own. —-Paul J. Jensen .6- Show less
SKETCH UPON RISING Between the dawn and the sunrise there's a pause, when one can sit upon a hi11.in the city and View it, absent of its filth and selfish compactness; when one can see no more than the staoatto outlines of roof- tops, piercing the early light of the day; when one can breathe the... Show moreSKETCH UPON RISING Between the dawn and the sunrise there's a pause, when one can sit upon a hi11.in the city and View it, absent of its filth and selfish compactness; when one can see no more than the staoatto outlines of roof- tops, piercing the early light of the day; when one can breathe the morning air and taste its freshness, not yet polluted by the rising dust of the day; When one can listen and know that a respect for sleep- ers is still upon those who would make noise. But then the pause is gone and with it the apparition of a city without filth or selfish compactness. From the net of streets and avenues the dust rises, churned by speeding vehicles; and from the chimneys high a disrespectful smog de- scends to meet the rising dust from the street; the taste of the air is dry and chemica1--its freshness is no more, and respect for sleepers disappears, and the day song of the city starts its crescendo. Yes, the pause is gone. . . it is day in the city. -nArthur Anderson Show less
PERSPECTIVE Here, sitting so close to this wall, I see only a stretch of blank plaster. If I could move back I might see the window And the dooro uéFlorence Eblland
0 LORD! I WANT TO BE RIGHT Why do I laugh, when I want to cry? Why is it dark, when I crave the light? My only answer is my own sigh. O Lordl O Lord! “Won't I ever be right? Why do I sing, when my heart is low? When the earth is shaded, why is heaven so bright? Why do I stumble down the road I go... Show more0 LORD! I WANT TO BE RIGHT Why do I laugh, when I want to cry? Why is it dark, when I crave the light? My only answer is my own sigh. O Lordl O Lord! “Won't I ever be right? Why do I sing, when my heart is low? When the earth is shaded, why is heaven so bright? Why do I stumble down the road I go? 0 Lordfi 0 Lordfl ' Wen't I ever be right? Give me the vision, 0 God! I cry. Let me see your heavenly light. Help me, Lord, to answer the why. 0 Lord: 0 Lord: I want to be right: -LeRoy Conyers -3- Show less
