At my mother's passing I was sad, yet I sang
There's singing, and then there's singing.
(Inspired by: Mother Liniel Ambrose) The sadist sings no songs to God They dance to bells they ring 'Till one mightier within them sing They'll sit in the land of nod. Sad people's songs affords them might They see the hands of God Carving providence from heavy logs The weak is made strong, that's right. They sing because singing is prayer Or t e s t i m o n i e s, too Their converse with the Source chases blues Sooner than soon, God will appear. Sad singer's song does reach new heights They hear the voice of God Serenity is gem He affords Most of all, He gives delight. * (J.P. Hopps, 1831-1911) Petitioned thus: * "Father, lead me day by day Ever in Thine own sweet way Teach me to be pure and true Show me what I ought to do. When in danger, make me brave Make me know that Thou canst save Keep me safe by Thy dear side Let me in Thy love abide. When I'm tempted to do wrong Make me steadfast, wise and strong And when all alone I stand Shield me with Thy mighty hand. When my heart is full of glee Help me to remember Thee Happy most of all to know That my Father loves me so..." (Mother Liniel Ambrose signature song When she felt lonely in London, as Missionary...)
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