Bless the Lord!

I just read this poem, and wanted to share it.
The Scribe

What lovely things
   Thy hand hath made:
The smooth-plumed bird
   In its emerald shade,
The seed of the grass,
   The speck of stone
Which the wayfaring ant
   Stirs—and hastes on!

Though I should sit
   By some tarn in thy hills,
Using its ink
   As the spirit wills
To write of Earth’s wonders,
   Its live, willed things,
Flit would the ages
   On soundless wings
Ere unto Z
   My pen drew nigh;
Leviathan told,
   And the honey-fly:

And still would remain
   My wit to try—
My worn reeds broken,
   The dark tarn dry,
All words forgotten—
   Thou, Lord, and I.

-- Walter De La Mare

Also this incredible song by Matt Redman.  It's so beautiful.

1 comment:

tammy said...

What a great song! Just thinking about being with Jesus for 10,000 years & forever more gives me goosebumps!

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