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Hans Memling. Chalice of St. John the Evangelist

The Song Chalice

“You bear the chalice.” Is it so my friend?
Have I indeed a chalice of sweet song
With underflow of harmony made strong
New calm of strength through throbbing veins to send?
I did not form or fill,  I do but spend
That which the Master poured into my soul
His dewdrops caught in a poor earthen bowl
That service so with praise might meekly blend.
May He who taught the stars to sing
Aye keep my chalice cool and pure and sweet
And grant me so with loving hand to bring
Refreshment to His weary ones – to meet
Their thirst with water from God’s music-spring
And, bearing thus, pour it at His feet.

Frances Ridley Havergal – The Ministry of Song 

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5 thoughts on “pour . . .

  1. "I do but spendThat which the Master poured into my soulHis dewdrops caught in a poor earthen bowlThat service so with praise might meekly blend"Beautiful! I have often thought of the metaphor of my life as a vessel, into which God can pour and be poured from, which can fill and be filled.Service and praise…yes.Jeanne

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  2. Great poem/song! I am blessed by all of Frances Ridley Havergal’s writings and am happy to find others who enjoy and post them too! Thanks.Lisa Jwww.teahouselj.blogspot.com

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