If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;
Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars;
We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow;
We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.
The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;
In all the universe we have no place.
Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm?
Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars we claim Thy grace.
If when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near,
Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;
We know today what wounds are; have no fear;
Show us Thy Scars; we know the countersign.
The other gods were strong, but Thou wast weak;
They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne;
But to our wounds only God’s wounds can speak,
And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone.
Edward Shillito (1872-1948)
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Hi,
Thanks for coming by my blog, you are so welcome, I am the liturgical year plans work out for you. I would try a tablespoon or two of the corriander (cilantro dried right? ) and see how that tastes. We use salsa on burritoes, eggs, chili, tortilla chips, even noodles, lol. All our Mexican food like tacos and enchiladas and tostadoes.... I'm not sure how the original compares to the redone English book, at the last minute I decided to order the kids these simple inexpensive grammars and spellers as this is our first year in a new state and I need to file paper work which I never did before. I was kinda worried the old time English might not be approved. lol. It's nice to meet you.
Susan
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