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February 12, 2011
The Storm Thrush
"Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which entereth into that within the veil." (Hebrews 6:19)
There is a bird of the Thrush family, found in the south of Ireland, called "The Storm Thrush", from its peculiar love of storms. In the wildest storms of rain and wind it betakes itself to the very topmost twig of the highest tree and there pours out its beautiful song--its frail perch swaying in the wind.
THE STORM THRUSH
There's a sweet little bird in a far-off isle--
The isle where the shamrocks grow;
And of all the birds in that dear old land,
He's the dearest that I know;
He is dressed in a suit of sober brown,
And a speckled breast has he;
But his eye is bright and his voice is tuned
To heaven's own mistrelsy.
He sits and sings when the sun shines fair
To his mate in her downy nest,
But the topmost twig of the tallest tree
Is the place where he sings best!
When the rain pours down and the floods are out,
And the wild winds rage and roar,
Then, clear and high, o'er the shrieking gale,
The storm thrush sings the more.
That frail little bird on the swaying twig,
As his clear voice pierced the gales,
Dropped a message sweet at my faltering feet,
of a Love that never fails:
Though many a storm has crossed my life,
And many a grief and fear;
Yet with heart and voice did my soul rejoice,
For my Lord was always near.
So when dark clouds are about YOUR path,
Like the storm thrush, learn to sing;
For from topmost height of a lofty faith
You can always see the King!
And with eyes that gaze on His blessed face,
You never need fear or fail.
The gales may PROVE, but they CANNOT MOVE,
The anchor 'within the vail'.
--Mrs.C.L.deCheney
Posted by Marilyn at February 12, 2011 02:44 AM
Comments
Miz Marilyn... just had to say: I shared this with Mom after you sent it to me, and she's still talking about it. :-) Thank you for the sweet encouragement.
Love and Joy,
Sarah
Posted by: Sarah at March 11, 2011 10:33 PM