The Diary of an Old soul by George MacDonald
page 73 of 126 (57%)
page 73 of 126 (57%)
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The love of thee will set all notions right.
Right save by love no thought can be or may; Only love's knowledge is the primal light. Questions keep camp along love's shining coast-- Challenge my love and would my entrance stay: Across the buzzing, doubting, challenging host, I rush to thee, and cling, and cry--Thou know'st. 28. Oh, let me live in thy realities, Nor substitute my notions for thy facts, Notion with notion making leagues and pacts; They are to truth but as dream-deeds to acts, And questioned, make me doubt of everything.-- "O Lord, my God," my heart gets up and cries, "Come thy own self, and with thee my faith bring." 29. O master, my desires to work, to know, To be aware that I do live and grow-- All restless wish for anything not thee, I yield, and on thy altar offer me. Let me no more from out thy presence go, But keep me waiting watchful for thy will-- Even while I do it, waiting watchful still. 30. |
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