“Nobody heard me but Jesus”
Harriet Tubman (1822-1913)
With My Last Breath
And though I groan and writhe beneath my crosses.
I yet shall see through my severest losses
The greater gain.
“I will not doubt. Well anchored is this faith,
Like some staunch ship, my soul braves every gale;
So strong its courage that it will not quail To breast
the mighty unknown sea of death. Oh, may I cry, though
body parts with spirit,’I do not doubt,’ so listening
worlds may hear it, With my last breath.”
“In fierce storms,” said an old seaman,”we must do one
thing; there is only one way: we must put the ship in a
certain position and keep her there.”
This, Christian, is what you must do. Sometimes, like
Paul, you can see neither sun nor stars, and no small
tempest lies on you; and then you can do but one thing;
there is only one way.
Reason cannot help you; past experiences give you no light.
Even prayer fetches no consolation. Only a single course is
left. You must put your soul in one position and keep it there.
You must stay upon the Lord; and come what may-winds, waves,
cross-seas, thunder, lightning, frowning rocks, roaring breakers-no
matter what, you must lash yourself to the helm, and hold fast your
confidence in God’s faithfulness, His covenant engagement, His
everlasting love in Christ Jesus.
-Richard Fuller (1804-1876)
From Streams In The Desert Volume 1 Page 102 by Mrs.Charles E. Cowman
Like People Without Eyes
So justice is far from us, and righteousness does not reach us.
We look for light, but all is darkness; for brightness, but we
walk in deep shadows. Like the blind we grope along the wall,
feeling our way like men without eyes. At midday we stumble
as if it were twilight; among the strong, we are like the dead.
We all growl like bears;
we moan mournfully like doves.
We look
for justice, but find none; for deliverance, but it is far away.
Isaiah 59: 9-11
