Uncloistered

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  “She gazed ahead through a long reach of future days strung together like pearls in a rosary, every one like the others, and all smooth and flawless and innocent, and her heart went up in thankfulness. Outside was the fervid summer afternoon; the air was filled with the sounds of the busy harvest of men and birds and bees; there were halloos, metallic clatterings, sweet calls, and long hummings. Louisa sat, prayerfully numbering her days, like an uncloistered nun.” A New England Nun By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930)

Christ Will Do

“Christ will do.”
This is my peace.
“Christ will do,”
Makes vain toils cease.
“Christ will do;”
Is covering fleece.
“Christ will do.”
Is His increase.

“Christ will do,”
His blood for me.
“Christ will do”
My cleansing be.
“Christ will do,”
And all will see
How “Christ will do”
To set men free.

Say, “Christ will do,”
Till all have heard.
For “Christ will do,”
Is life’s watchword.
When “Christ will do,”
Dead hearts are stirred,
That “Christ will do,”
Is grace conferred.

“Christ will do,”
Thus ends the war.
“Christ will do.”
He is the door.
“Christ will do.”
Makes praises soar.
“Christ will do.”
There is no more.


(copyright James K. Wilson, Jr. April 23, 2008.)

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