Sunday, January 20, 2008

'Tis Glorious

A Poem By William Cowper

I was a groveling creature once,
And basely cleaved to earth:
I wanted spirit to renounce
The clod that gave me birth.

But God hath breathed upon a worm,
And sent me from above
Wings such as clothe an angel's form,
The wings of joy and love.

With these to Pisgah's top I fly
And there delighted stand,
To view, beneath a shining sky,
The spacious promised land.

The Lord of all the vast domain
Has promised it to me,
The length and breadth of all the plain
As far as faith can see.

How glorious is my privilege!
To Thee for help I call;
I stand upon a mountain's edge,
O save me, lest I fall!

Though much exalted in the Lord,
My strength is not my own;
Then let me tremble at His word,
And none shall cast me down.

6 comments:

Joel Cupp said...

Praying for you and miss you :)

Joel

Anonymous said...

Thanks for sharing this poem, Jamie.
How did you take your own picture in the broken mirrored/glass? too cool!
Haven't been on your blog site for awhile. Looks like you've been busy.
Miss all y'all as well.
Hello Joel...
Blessings,
Paula

Kristy Miller said...

Sweet picture!

Betsy Serral said...

Thats an awesome picture! Hopefully get to see you sometime soon!
-Betsy

Jamie Dunbar said...

Yeah I was walking through the mud one day and bent down to look at something else. I saw my reflection in the mirror and though to myself..that would be a cool picture.

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