Quarterly Poems
Quarterly Poem - April/may/june/2014:
He takes our prayer in heavenly hands.
And with celestial incense rare,
He mingles every heartfelt prayer.
Of those who trust His Precious Blood,
to reconcile their souls to God.
Then from that glorious, heavenly place,
the lightnings, descending of His Grace.
To heal, to strengthen and provide,
for those who trust Him Who died.
“Who died”, I say?-Yea, He Who rose
triumphant, Conqueror of His foes.
Who is this Priestly Angel bright?
Who thus dispels our darkest night?
‘T is He Who sets the captive free,
Jesus Who died on Calvary’s tree.
Who is, Who was, and is to come,
the glory of His Father’s Home.
(Author unknown)
Our Surety in Heavenly Heights
On heavenly heights an Angel stands,He takes our prayer in heavenly hands.
And with celestial incense rare,
He mingles every heartfelt prayer.
Of those who trust His Precious Blood,
to reconcile their souls to God.
Then from that glorious, heavenly place,
the lightnings, descending of His Grace.
To heal, to strengthen and provide,
for those who trust Him Who died.
“Who died”, I say?-Yea, He Who rose
triumphant, Conqueror of His foes.
Who is this Priestly Angel bright?
Who thus dispels our darkest night?
‘T is He Who sets the captive free,
Jesus Who died on Calvary’s tree.
Who is, Who was, and is to come,
the glory of His Father’s Home.
(Author unknown)