- May 14, 2018
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Encouragement
What lo! Tis true. Thine own device
Ist Peril's Gate, a Heart of Ice
Forsooth, to claim the Chance of Dice
“Tis tool of mine. Tis not a vice.”
Betrays thy mind, thy only blind.
And thou must hearken to advice.
But ho! Deem not this true for thee!
Thy Grace tis shone for all to see.
Bereft of Love may thou not be,
For thou a Flower with Love's Lee!
Hold fast! Hold tight! Hold ere the fright!
For God contests, “Hear now. Be Free!”
And free indeed are those who seek
first Heaven's High that Starry Peak.
Tis God that bears Strength to the Weak
and He who dawns Hope to the Bleak
So do not fret. Tis not a bet.
Thou art, tis one, among the Meek.
Rejoice! Rejoice! For thy Meek's Plight.
What matters not ist thine own Sight.
For He who leads you in His Light
Ist He who rules them in His Might.
So do not trust in thine own Crust.
Flesh shall not win this hard fought Fight.
And when this Fight is found within.
When each Day is harrowed in Sin.
Verily, that fight thou shalt win.
For Christ hath brought that Fight to Fin!
Thus to impose thy greater Foes,
May thee not lose by Lies they spin.
But lo! Thou art not so deceived!
When thou hast heard Christ's Death and grieved.
Those lies art not so eas'ly weaved,
When thou hast heard Christ's Life and b'lieved!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Sound off thy Voice!
Thy Holy Ghost hath been received!
What lo! Tis true. Thine own device
Ist Peril's Gate, a Heart of Ice
Forsooth, to claim the Chance of Dice
“Tis tool of mine. Tis not a vice.”
Betrays thy mind, thy only blind.
And thou must hearken to advice.
But ho! Deem not this true for thee!
Thy Grace tis shone for all to see.
Bereft of Love may thou not be,
For thou a Flower with Love's Lee!
Hold fast! Hold tight! Hold ere the fright!
For God contests, “Hear now. Be Free!”
And free indeed are those who seek
first Heaven's High that Starry Peak.
Tis God that bears Strength to the Weak
and He who dawns Hope to the Bleak
So do not fret. Tis not a bet.
Thou art, tis one, among the Meek.
Rejoice! Rejoice! For thy Meek's Plight.
What matters not ist thine own Sight.
For He who leads you in His Light
Ist He who rules them in His Might.
So do not trust in thine own Crust.
Flesh shall not win this hard fought Fight.
And when this Fight is found within.
When each Day is harrowed in Sin.
Verily, that fight thou shalt win.
For Christ hath brought that Fight to Fin!
Thus to impose thy greater Foes,
May thee not lose by Lies they spin.
But lo! Thou art not so deceived!
When thou hast heard Christ's Death and grieved.
Those lies art not so eas'ly weaved,
When thou hast heard Christ's Life and b'lieved!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Sound off thy Voice!
Thy Holy Ghost hath been received!