An old poem appropriate for Valentine's Day . . .
There is a great gulf fixed
Twixt Heav’n and Hell
Spanned only by a lonely Bridge of Light.
Poets say its struts and strands are made of angels bright.
Amongst them, one of Roman race,
Stained his quill that he might trace their flight.
He sought to view fair Paradise
Midway through his darkling wood,
Raised his head and strained his heart to see it, if he could.
Stare as he might, through starry night,
No pearl-faced gates he viewed,
No emerald-circled rainbow throne with heaven’s grace imbued.
His head bowed low, his weeping heart
Convulsed him at the thought,
That he, the poet, could not write the Bridge that Blood had bought.
‘Twas then that, in his sore despair, a voice beckoned his soul,
“Who is it there?” the poet asked, and then She said, “Behold!”
“I am Beatrice fair, thou lover of my soul,
“I am your Bridge to Paradise, Beautiful, Bright, and Bold.
“I am Heav’n come down, to wing your flight
“Across that bridge you seek,
“So sheathe thy quill and follow me. Be quiet, quick, and meek.”
At her firm word his stir-red soul arose from its despair,
And followed fast the Lady Fair who winged him through the air,
Up to the very throne of God where prostrate now he lay,
And heard another, stronger Voice, that hushed all others, say,
“How came ye, weary traveler? How came ye to this Place?”
“I was guided by Another,” saith he, “She of radiant face.”
“Ah, yes,” then did the Sovereign say, “Ah, yes, I know her well.
“Beatrice well has led the souls of many men from hell.”
At this the poet turned to her, gazed in her lovely face,
And said, “I thank thee, beauteous Lady Fair, who led me to His Grace.
“I thank thee, Bridge of Light that poets told,
"Thou' art She who sav-ed me, imparadised my soul."
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
The Lord took Judy to heaven five years ago today. She frequently journaled, especially her prayers. Below is her last journal entry; she was very sick at the time. We post it today in honor of a truly "virtuous woman." I would also be remiss not to thank all the friends from Trinity Chrisitian Academy and the First Baptist Church of Parker who carried us on the wings of prayer during the nine-year journey with cancer. You can also hear Judy's encouraging testimony on Sermon Audio by clicking here.
Today is Sunday. I so miss being in church. I got to hear part of the music over the Internet. What a blessing! It absolutely lifts my heart up to hear our church sing and to hear Frank D play. It is as if my heart takes wings.
It is a beautiful day. The sun is shining through the sliding glass doors in my bedroom. I keep the curtains pulled back so I can know when the sun comes up. It is still a marvel to me, and I still have excitement and anticipation, when I know a new day is about to begin. It is one of God's greatest blessings to me that I always think of that verse, "This is the day that the Lord hath made. I will rejoice and be glad in it."
I hope that whoever may read this can always find joy in each new day. Remember that joy does not depend on the circumstances of your life. Joy is a gift from the Holy Spirit. Especially to Trey and Matt, my precious sons, and Hal, my much loved husband, I pray that God allows you to see that each day is a gift and that, as each day dawns, God will give you an abundance of His joy and peace.