Kindred Spirits

There is nothing like the musings and prayers and poetry of fellow worshipers to lift the spirit into God’s presence and seal His truth to the heart….


By: Robert Browning

If I forget,
Yet God remembers! If these hands of mine
Cease from their clinging, yet the hands Divine
Hold me so firmly that I cannot fail;
And if sometimes I am too tired to call
For Him to help me, then He reads the prayer
Unspoken in my heart, and lifts my care.

I dare not fear, since certainly I know
That I am in God’s keeping, shielded so
From all that else would harm, and in the hour
Of stern temptation strengthened by His power;
I tread no path in life to Him unknown;
I lift no burden, bear no pain, alone:
My soul is calm, sure hiding-place is found:
The everlasting arms my life surround.

God, Thou art love! I build my faith on that,
I know Thee Who has kept my path, and made
Light for me in the darkness, tempering sorrow
So that it reaches me like a solemn joy;
It were too strange that I should doubt Thy love.