From dawn to Dawn


Sleep is but an irritation,

When eternity stand so close.

It’s when I move away from Him

That I love my sleep the most.

Then let me be tired and discomposed.

Let Him solely be my strength.

Then, I shall rise and do my work,

Till eternity shows its length.

From the dawn to The Dawn;

The place my Lord adored!

Let my back to perceive the darkness,

Let my soul on Him be moored!

I’ve only “now” to do His work,

None “other” will time allow;

The place to set my feeble hands,

Holding tightly to His plow.

Come reap what lovely things are Yours,

Your Holy hand has sown.

Make straight the furrow

And dig it deep.

Bring Glory to Your Throne.

By His Grace

The 21st Century Decline #115 By: MICHÆL T. COE


Words never cease to amaze me. One man needs 12,000 pages to say the same thing as another who speaks in 10 words. Yet God invented words. It’s no wonder we can read the same passage in the Bible a thousand times, and come away with different understanding every single time.

Well-spoken, Michael.

But even while I praise the words, the picture they paint is the saddest possible epitaph! You won’t find that written on the proud headstones of Man. But between the face of the stone and the aether that is eternity, that proclamation rings loudly.

How will they respond; these people who are so “rich”? Yet a response they will give; forced by truth to speak!

michaeltcoe's avatarMICHAEL T. COE

The 21st Century Decline #115 By: MICHAEL T. COE

http://www.michaeltcoe.com

View original post