The Paradox

The Paradox

The Paradox

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2021 May 11

Reference


“We went through fire and through water: but thou broughtest us out into a wealthy place” (Psa_66:12).

Conflict

Paradoxical though it be, only that man is at rest who attains it through conflict. This peace, born of conflict, is not like the deadly hush preceding the tempest, but the serene and pure-aired quiet that follows it.

Who is Strong


It is not generally the prosperous one, who has never sorrowed, who is strong and at rest. His quality has never been tried, and he knows not how he can stand even a gentle shock. He is not the safest sailor who never saw a tempest; he will do for fair-weather service, but when the storm is rising, place at the important post the man who has fought out a gale, who has tested the ship, who knows her hulk sound, her rigging strong, and her anchor-flukes able to grasp and hold by the ribs of the world.

When first affliction comes upon us, how everything gives way! Our clinging, tendril hopes are snapped, and our heart lies prostrate like a vine that the storm has torn from its trellis; but when the first shock is past, and we are able to look up, and say, “It is the Lord,” faith lifts the shattered hopes once more, and binds them fast to the feet of God. Thus the end is confidence, safety, and peace. — Selected

Psalm 66

A Song For the Chief Musician

A Song

A Psalm of David

Make a joyful noise to God, all the earth. Sing forth the honor of His name; make His praise glorious. Say to God, "How awesome are Your works! Through the greatness of Your power, Your enemies submit themselves in obedience to You. All the earth shall worship You and shall sing praises to You; they shall sing praises to Your name." Selah.
Come and see the works of God; He is awesome in His deeds toward the sons of men. He turned the sea into dry land; they went through the river on foot; there we rejoiced in Him. He rules by His power forever; His eyes keep watch upon the nations; let not the rebellious exalt themselves. Selah. 
O bless our God, O peoples, and make the sound of His praise to be heard, He Who keeps us in life and does not allow our feet to slide, For You have tested us, O God. You have refined us as silver is refined. You have brought us into the net. You have laid affliction upon our loins. You have caused men to ride over our head. We have gone through fire and through water, but You have brought us out to a place of abundance. I will come into Your house with burnt offerings; I will pay You my vows, Which my lips have uttered and my mouth has spoken when I was in trouble. I will offer to You burnt sacrifices of fatlings, with the incense of rams; I will offer bulls with goats. Selah. 
Come and hear, all you who fear God, and I will declare what He has done for my soul. I cried to Him with my mouth, and He was extolled with my tongue. If I regard iniquity in my heart, the LORD will not hear me; Surely God has heard; He has attended to the voice of my prayer. Blessed be God Who has not turned away my prayer, nor His steadfast love from me.
(Psa 66:1-20 AFV)

The Tempest

The Tempest

The Tempest

The adverse winds blew against my life;
My little ship with grief was tossed;
My plans were gone-- heart full of strife,
And all my hope seemed to be lost--
"Then He arose"-- one word of peace.
"There was a calm"-- a sweet release.

A tempest great of doubt and fear
Possessed my mind; no light was there
To guide, or make my vision clear.
Dark night! ’twas more than I could bear–
“Then He arose,” I saw His face–
“There was a calm” filled with His grace.

My heart was sinking ’’neath the wave
Of deepening test and raging grief;
All seemed as lost, and none could save,
And nothing could bring me relief–
“Then He arose”– and spoke one word,
“There was a calm!” IT IS THE LORD..
— L. S. P.

Story of the Ages


Searching

Robert Ian

Searching

Searching

Robert Ian

In search of Recognition and Place
They venture, through Time and Space
These Travellers; of the Human Race.

Being the Bravest of the Brave
An Ailing People. trying to Save
From an almost, certain, Grave!

Searching: - For New Horizons _ _ _ To Find;
Life of a different kind
Adventures Cease . . . Presently; Left Behind!

Not knowing . . . Ages . . . Dispensations; Swiftly Close!
Sinful nature; Now to dispose: -
He, from; Death Arose

Life starts - - - Freshly Anew!
Not that, of an own; Home-made Brew!
The fuse of Man's Own Selfless Salvation Blew: -

In the Beginning . . . A Plan; He did Esteem

Not that _ _ _ Of Mortal Dream

But Rather; The Creator’s Theme!

Robert Ian

From my Poetry Collection> 

“Story of the Ages”

As yet not Published

2021 May 11