How often do we look upon God as our last and feeblest resource! W go to Him because we have nowhere else to go, and then we learn that the storms of life have driven us, not upon the rocks, but unto the desired haven.
O birds in the wild, wild sky!
Would I could so follow God’s way
Through darkness unquestioning why
With only one thought- to obey.
Our lives glide on, the river ends we don’t know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no jumping ashore.
Be not as one that hath ten thousand years to live; while thou livest, while thou has time, be good.