“The path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.” —Prov. 4:18.
TWO children, down by the shining strand,
With eyes as blue as the summer sea,
While the sinking sun fills all the land
With the glow of a golden mystery;
Laughing aloud at the sea-mew’s cry,
Gazing with joy on its snowy breast,
Till the first star looks from the evening sky,
And the amber bars stretch over the west.
JESUS SAID: “Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.” —Mark 10:14.
A soft green dell by the breezy shore,
A sailor lad and a maiden fair,
Hand clasped in hand, while the tale of yore
Is borne again on the listening air;
For love is young though love be old,
And love alone the heart can fill;
And the dear old tale that has been told
In the days gone by is spoken still.
“Love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God.”―1 John 4:7.
“As the Father bath loved Me, so have I loved you: continue ye in My love.” —John 15:9
A trim built home on a sheltered bay;
A wife looking out on a glistening sea;
A prayer for the loved one far away,
And prattling things ‘neath the old roof-tree;
A lifted latch and a radiant face
By the open door in the falling night;
A welcome home and a warm embrace
From the love of his youth and his children bright.
“The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and He addeth no sorrow With it.”―Prov. 10:22.
“In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths.”―Prov. 3:6.
An aged man in an old arm chair;
A golden light from the western sky,
His wife by his side with her silvered hair,
And the open Book of God close by;
Sweet on the bay the gloaming falls,
And bright is the glow of the evening star;
But dearer to them are the jasper walls
And the golden streets of the Land afar.
“And even to your old age I am He, and even to hoar hairs will I carry you: I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you.” ―Isa. 46:4.
“I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.” ―Psa. 37:25.
An old churchyard on the green hillside,
Two lying still in their peaceful rest;
The fishermen’s boats going out with the tide
In the fiery glow of the amber west;
Children’s laughter and old men’s sighs,
The night that follows the morning clear,
A rainbow bridging our darkened skies,
Are the round of our lives from year to year.
―Selected.
“Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them.” ―Rev. 14:13.
“For this God is our God forever and ever: He will be our Guide even unto death.”―Psa. 48:14.