April 5, 2007

• Rise and Sing

  Easter
  Wings

   
  Lord, who createdst
  man in wealth and store,
  Though foolishly he
  lost the same,
  Decaying more and
  more
  Till he
  became
  Most
  poor:
  With
  Thee
  O let me
  rise
  As larks,
  harmoniously,
  And sing this day
  Thy victories:
  Then shall the fall
  further the flight in me.

  
  My tender age in
  sorrow did begin:
  And still with
  sicknesses and shame
  Thou did’st so
  punish sin,
  That I
  became
  Most
  thin.
  With
  thee
  Let me
  combine
  And feel thy
  victory:
  For, if I imp my
  wing on thine,
  Affliction shall
  advance the flight in me.

  ~ George Herbert

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