In beliefs we thought secure,
When the spirit in its sickness
Seeks but cannot find a cure,
God is active in the tensions
Of a faith not yet mature.
Solar systems, void of meaning,
Freeze the spirit into stone'
Always our researches lead us
To the ultimate unknown.
Faith must die, or come full circle
To its source in God along.
In the discipline of praying,
When it's hardest to believe;
In the drudgery of caring,
When it's not enough to grieve;
Faith, maturing, learns acceptance
Of the insight we receive.
God is love, and thus redeems us
In the Christ we crucify;
This is God's eternal answer
To the world's eternal why.
May we in this faith maturing
Be content to live and die!
Fred Pratt Green
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Fred Pratt Green, A Methodist pastor, started writing plays and poetry when he was in college, publishing three collections of poems. He started writing hymns in his mid-sixties, many of which have been collected in The Hymns and Ballads of Fred Pratt Green.
Mimi
4 comments:
Very pretty, as always, Mimi ~ your music is lovely too ~
Thank you, Mimi! It is beautiful words. Thank you for sharing with us!
God bless!
Very thought provoking and comforting Mimi. Thank you once again for blessing my day with this post.
Beautiful post. There are times when God is all we can hang onto knowing He will never leave us.
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