When My Mother Prays
When my mother prays
Angels take their flight.
To guard my way by day,
To protect me in the night.
When I forget in whom I trust
And bow on bended knee,
There is one who won't forget
To pled my case to Thee.
In darkness I have walked
Not knowing well the cost.
A voice was heard on high
Before my soul was lost.
In sickness and in health
Circumstances tho' they be,
My name Thou can't forget
When my Mother prays for me.
In the purest form of love
Her prayers for me are heard.
In language known to angels,
In the simple spoken word.
And yet these words ascend
To Thy throne exalted high.
Request for promised blessings
Which Thou cannot deny.
Blessed is her name,
Her devotion knows no bounds.
In her quit secret place
On her knees she will be found.
With courage, I will face
The trials of coming days.
The heavens shake for my good
When my Mother prays.
(William E. Lee)
Copyright 1995
Monday, August 31, 2009
Man-Making
Man-Making
We are all blind until we see
That in the human plan
Nothing is worth the making if
It does not make the man.
Why build these cities glorious
If the man unbuilded goes?
In vain we build the world, unless
The builder also grows.
(Edwin Markham)
We are all blind until we see
That in the human plan
Nothing is worth the making if
It does not make the man.
Why build these cities glorious
If the man unbuilded goes?
In vain we build the world, unless
The builder also grows.
(Edwin Markham)
Death, Be Not Proud
Death, Be Not Proud
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow;
And soonest our best men with thee do go--
Rest of their bones and souls' delivery!
Thou art slave to fate and chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die,
(John Donne)
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow;
And soonest our best men with thee do go--
Rest of their bones and souls' delivery!
Thou art slave to fate and chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die,
(John Donne)
Outwitted
Outwitted
He drew a circle that shut me out--
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in!
(Edwin Markham)
He drew a circle that shut me out--
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in!
(Edwin Markham)
Friday, August 28, 2009
The Standard of Truth
The Standard of Truth
The standard of truth has been erected; no unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing; persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent , till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, till the purposes of God shall be accomplished, and the Great Jehovah shall say the work is done.
(HC 4:540) (Joseph Smilh)
Quotes...
Conscience makes cowards of us all
(Hamlet)
You don't have to be religious to have a soul; Everybody has one. You don't have to be religious to perfect your soul.; I have found saintliness in avowed atheists.
(Rabbi Harold Kushner)
The best educated human being is the one who understands most about the life in which he (or she) is placed.
(Helen Keller)
Dying for one's faith is easy, living one's faith is much more difficult.
(Lee)
Oh Yeah, life goes on. Long after the thrill of living is gone.
(John Cougar Mellencamp)
We Few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
(Shakespear 1599, St Crispen day speech)
A Zealot: One who is illuminated and blinded by the same light.
(Lee)
The ordinary man is involved in action, the hero acts. An immense difference.
(Henry Miller)
God does not judge anyone based on the outcome of the war. But he does judge us based on how (or if) we fought the battles.
(Lee)
This is as true in everyday life as it is in battle: we are given one life and the decission is ours whether to wait for circumstances to make up our mind, or whether to act and, in acting, to live.
(Gen Omar Bradley)
The wisdom of man can be found among the ruins of every fallen civilization; The wisdom of God cannot.
(Lee)
(Hamlet)
You don't have to be religious to have a soul; Everybody has one. You don't have to be religious to perfect your soul.; I have found saintliness in avowed atheists.
(Rabbi Harold Kushner)
The best educated human being is the one who understands most about the life in which he (or she) is placed.
(Helen Keller)
Dying for one's faith is easy, living one's faith is much more difficult.
(Lee)
Oh Yeah, life goes on. Long after the thrill of living is gone.
(John Cougar Mellencamp)
We Few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
(Shakespear 1599, St Crispen day speech)
A Zealot: One who is illuminated and blinded by the same light.
(Lee)
The ordinary man is involved in action, the hero acts. An immense difference.
(Henry Miller)
God does not judge anyone based on the outcome of the war. But he does judge us based on how (or if) we fought the battles.
(Lee)
This is as true in everyday life as it is in battle: we are given one life and the decission is ours whether to wait for circumstances to make up our mind, or whether to act and, in acting, to live.
(Gen Omar Bradley)
The wisdom of man can be found among the ruins of every fallen civilization; The wisdom of God cannot.
(Lee)
The closer a man gets to heaven or hell, the more entrenched he becomes in this world.
(Lee)
The Creed
There is a destiny that makes us brothers, none goes his way alone.
All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.
Edwin Markham (from "The Creed")
All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.
Edwin Markham (from "The Creed")
A Higer Tier
I would be content
To remain in hell,
If from it's walls
I could expel
Those I love
To heavens gate,
To spare them from
This awful fate.
But, alas this thing
I cannot do.
The choice to make
Is up to you.
I pray we meet
In heavens sphere,
Then be lifted to
A higer tier.
(William E Lee)
Copyright July 2001
To remain in hell,
If from it's walls
I could expel
Those I love
To heavens gate,
To spare them from
This awful fate.
But, alas this thing
I cannot do.
The choice to make
Is up to you.
I pray we meet
In heavens sphere,
Then be lifted to
A higer tier.
(William E Lee)
Copyright July 2001
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Across the Hills
Across The Hills
Today I walked across the hills
Green carpets filled with daffodils.
Lives once lived but now forgotten,
Remembered not by those begotten.
An eagle rides upon the wind
He rises high then falls again.
Unaware of that which lies below
Forgotten dreams, now silent souls.
Children who once mourned parent’s death
Now themselves are laid to rest.
Generations past, a new day dawns,
Generations now, where have they gone?
Tears once shed here in this place
The passing time will soon erase.
Painful memories they once did fear,
Now bittersweet they hold so dear.
The righteous say, "we rise again".
The godless say, "this is the end".
The foolish say, "I do not know".
The dying say, "just let me go"!
All is vain I’ve heard some say,
Life is hard then slips away.
And yet the whisper, “It will not end.”
A still small voice, “We rise again.”
Man, he rises out of the dust,
Live he will, and love he must.
Then with age his eyes turn down
To lay to rest here in this ground.
Spring it struggles to arise
White clouds amid the dark blue sky,
Yet on the wind a winter chills
Today I walked across the hills.
(William E. Lee)
April 1994
Copyright 96
Today I walked across the hills
Green carpets filled with daffodils.
Lives once lived but now forgotten,
Remembered not by those begotten.
An eagle rides upon the wind
He rises high then falls again.
Unaware of that which lies below
Forgotten dreams, now silent souls.
Children who once mourned parent’s death
Now themselves are laid to rest.
Generations past, a new day dawns,
Generations now, where have they gone?
Tears once shed here in this place
The passing time will soon erase.
Painful memories they once did fear,
Now bittersweet they hold so dear.
The righteous say, "we rise again".
The godless say, "this is the end".
The foolish say, "I do not know".
The dying say, "just let me go"!
All is vain I’ve heard some say,
Life is hard then slips away.
And yet the whisper, “It will not end.”
A still small voice, “We rise again.”
Man, he rises out of the dust,
Live he will, and love he must.
Then with age his eyes turn down
To lay to rest here in this ground.
Spring it struggles to arise
White clouds amid the dark blue sky,
Yet on the wind a winter chills
Today I walked across the hills.
(William E. Lee)
April 1994
Copyright 96
Laying Down the Sword
Laying Down the Sword
Fractured light against the sky
As clouds conceal the westward flight,
Autumn colors that brightly shine
Announce the coming of the night.
The day is ending, as it should
Content that I have done my best,
While others bid me labor on
I desire to be at rest.
With the ending now before me
To the victor goes the race,
The finish line is clearly drawn
In the lines upon my face.
Like a warrior from the battle
For peace my soul doth seek,
The spirit strong and willing
The flesh so very weak.
Weep not for me my children
Weep not for me my friend,
This is a new beginning
And, not a tragic end.
I am called to others labors
In the service of my Lord,
I’m not giving up the battle
I’m just laying down my sword.
(William E. Lee)
December 1998
Copyright 1998
Dedicated to:
Mary Margaret Bourne McQuade
Fractured light against the sky
As clouds conceal the westward flight,
Autumn colors that brightly shine
Announce the coming of the night.
The day is ending, as it should
Content that I have done my best,
While others bid me labor on
I desire to be at rest.
With the ending now before me
To the victor goes the race,
The finish line is clearly drawn
In the lines upon my face.
Like a warrior from the battle
For peace my soul doth seek,
The spirit strong and willing
The flesh so very weak.
Weep not for me my children
Weep not for me my friend,
This is a new beginning
And, not a tragic end.
I am called to others labors
In the service of my Lord,
I’m not giving up the battle
I’m just laying down my sword.
(William E. Lee)
December 1998
Copyright 1998
Dedicated to:
Mary Margaret Bourne McQuade
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