Sunday, October 14, 2007
A Quiet, Restful Day
When He Comes
by Fay Inchfawn
"When He comes!
My sweetest 'When'!"
Thus may it be (I thought) at some
Some lilac-haunted eve, when every rose
Breathes forth its incense. May He find
In holy leisure, lifting hands of prayer,
In some sweet garden place,
To catch the first dear wonder of His Face!
Or, in my room above,
In silent meditation of His love,
My soul illumined with a rapture rare.
It would be sweet, if even then, these eyes
Might glimpse Him coming in the East-
And be caught up to meet Him in the
But now! Ah, now, the days
Rush by their hurrying ways!
No longer know I vague imaginings,
For every hour has wings.
Yet my heart watches . . . as I work I
All simply, to Him: "Come! And if to-day,
Then wilt Thou find me thus: just as I
Tending my household; stirring goose-
Or swiftly rinsing tiny vests and hose,
With puzzled forehead patching some one's
Guiding small footsteps, swift to hear, and
From early dawn till setting of the sun."
And whensoe'er He comes, I'll rise and go,
Yes, all the gladlier that He found me so.
May my attitude reflect the words of this poem: "All simply to You. Find me thus: just as I am-doing what must be done in a day-for Your glory. And whenever You come for me, Lord, I'll rise and go, all the gladlier that You found me so."
"Finally, there is laid up for me, the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on that Day, and not to me only but also to all who have loved His appearing." 2 Timothy 4:8
Maranatha, Come Lord Jesus!
God bless you as you enjoy the home-sweet things! x0