Greetings,
We are coming to the close of the Easter Season, and
are led to these thoughts.
As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs
for you, O God. (Psalm 42:1)
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Most High. (Psalm 46:4)
The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad, the
desert shall rejoice and blossom;
like the crocus it shall blossom abundantly, and
rejoice with joy and singing.
Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the
ears of the deaf unstopped;
then the lame shall leap like a deer, and the tongue
of the speechless sing for joy.
For waters shall break forth in the wilderness, and
streams in the desert. (Isaiah 35:1,2a,
5,6)
The wise are servants of the all-wise Master,
Legitimate
child of a lawful Father;
Famous army of the One who enlists soldiers,
Jesus,
our God;
Marvelous flock of a wonderful Shepherd.
The field
of the Farmer of all.
These are the waters of the ever-flowing stream,
Divine
shoots of a divine branch,
Holy
branches of a sacred root,
Like the beloved creature of the Creator of all
creation,
The very
blessed senate of the undefiled Lord,
The disciples of Christ whom he himself, Savior of
all,
gathered
together.
He
commanded them to live in life that knows
no
decay,
As he
bestows on them
Glory from
the heavens and an abundance of crowns.
(Romanos, Sixth century)
Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints by the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we ev’ry burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.
Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints by the river
That flows by the throne of God.
(Robert Lowery,
Nineteenth century)
Yours & His,
DED
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