Have you ever considered? What our soul wants. How is our soul satisfied? This speculative ‘The Soul’s Desire Poems’ was written many years ago. Meditating on them will reveal what our soul is wandering in search of lost things.
Be Still, My Soul
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The Soul’s Desire
Poet Unknown
T’were my soul’s desire
To see the face of God;
It were my soul’s desire
To rest in His abode.
It were my soul’s desire
To study zealously;
This, too, my soul’s desire,
A clear rule set for me.
It were my soul’s desire
A spirit free from gloom;
It were my soul’s desire
New life beyond the Doom.
It were my soul’s desire
To shun the chills of hell;
Yet more my soul’s desire
Within His house to dwell.
It were my soul’s desire
To imitate my King,
It were my soul’s desire
His ceaseless praise to sing.
It were my soul’s desire
When heaven’s gate is won
To find my soul’s desire
Clear shining like the sun.
Grant, Lord, my soul’s desire,
Deep waves of cleansing sighs;
Grant, Lord, my soul’s desire
From earthly cares to rise.
This still my soul’s desire
Whatever life afford,
To gain my soul’s desire
And see Thy face, O Lord
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We Have Anchor
Poet: William J. Kirkpatrick
Will your- anchor hold In the storms -of life?
When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
When the strong tides lift, and the – cables strain
Will your anchor drift, or firm remain?
We have an anchor that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure while the billows roll.
Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Savior’s love.
It is safely moored; ’twill, the storm withstand,
For ’tis well secured by the Savior’s hand,
And the cables passed from His heart to mire
Can defy the blast through strength divine.
It will firmly hold in the straights of fear
When the breakers have told the reef is near.
‘Though the tempest rave and the wild, winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall our bark o’er flow.
It will surely hold in the floods of death,
When the waters cold chill our latest breath.
On the rising tide it can never fail
While our hopes abide within the veil.
When our eyes behold through the gathering night
The city of gold, our harbor bright,
We shall anchor fast by the heavenly shore
With the storms all past forever more.
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Delight My Soul
Poet: Unknown
When I pass on
It would delight my soul
To feel that I had done
Some little thing
For someone other than myself;
That by a book or word or deed
I might have helped some weary soul
To bear a burden that I felt was
Greater than my own.
This my prayer, God grant it so to be
When I pass on.
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