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Leaves of Life - May 13

  • 2018 May 13
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MAY THIRTEENTH

I heard a voice in the darkness singing
(That was a valiant soul I knew),
And the joy of his song was a wild bird winging
Swift to his mate through a sky of blue.
And his song was of love and all its bringing
And of certain day when the night was through;
I raised my eyes where the hope was springing,
And I think in his heaven God smiled too
(That was a valiant soul I knew).
—J. Stalker.

The soul aids the body, and at certain moments raises it. It is the only bird which bears upward its own cage.
—Victor Hugo.

But desire earnestly the greater gifts.
—1 Corinthians 12. 31.

Gracious Lord, I rejoice that thou dost know the depths of my soul, and that I may call upon thee to supply its needs. Make me worthy that I may not be kept from the springs of joy where my soul may be refreshed, and where I may gather hope and encouragement for the greater loves of life. Amen.

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