Endurance

A shift in a golden afternoon
Portends of sudden war,
Yet the flutters of even a sparrow's heart
Are noted, beyond the storm.

To somehow hold, through seasons
That wrestle for our life;
We bear-- for the eternal garden
The white and icy knife.

For how can we be like Jesus

If we decline to bleed?

How can we bloom forevermore

If we will not bear the seed?

Faith untested is faith unknown,
So let us ever watch and pray--
That we endure the cross before us:
To be counted worthy, on that day.

Every whispered offering--
Every desperate plea---
Every humble supplication--
Everything in our hearts-- is seen.

For the tall towers of this world are flimsy
And their promises, just a snare;
But secret prayers are laid in Heaven's trove
And He keeps us, also-- there.



--Abby Elizabeth Charland


Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom.

Sell that ye have, and give alms; provide yourselves bags which wax not old, a treasure in the heavens that faileth not, where no thief approacheth, neither moth corrupteth.

For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

                      --The Words of Jesus Christ
                  From the Gospel according to Luke 12:32-24