Grace Grows Best In Winter

GRACE GROWS BEST IN WINTER I had but one joy,this apple of my eye, to preach of Christ ,my Lord.Now I hang but by a thread,but if I may say, it is all of Christ’s spinning; Day by day the bloom fell off my branches and joy did cast its flower.And yet I might still meet with joy up in the rainbow’s bower.There the good Husbandman does pick His rose and gather His lily. The night will close the door And hasten my anchor within the veil and I shall go away to sleep,leaving others,now to tell my tale. An phrasis epitaph of Samuel Rutherford using phrases selected from his letters. Listen to me read this phrasis on youtube under the name ichthyschiro .*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.Samuel Rutherford was a Scottish pastor (1600-1661)and one of the author’s of the Westminister confession of 1647.