Once I Heard a Song
H.G.B., Our Daily Bread, Friday, February 6
An unknown poet has written:
Once I heard a song of sweetness as it cleft the morning air, I have seen a soul of sadness while its wings with pain were furled, You are told of One who loves you, of a Savior crucified, You are not above the Master! Will you breathe a sweet refrain? If you have thorns in your life, thank God for the roses of grace that inevitably go with them.
Sounding in its blest completeness like a tender, pleading prayer;
And I sought to find the singer whence the wondrous song was born;
Till I found a bird, sore wounded, pinioned by an ugly thorn.
Giving hope and cheer and gladness that should bless the weeping world;
Soon I learned a life of sweetness was of pain and sorrow born,
For that stricken soul was singing with its heart against a thorn!'
You are told of nails that pinioned, and a spear that pierced His side;
You are told of cruel scourging, of a Savior bearing scorn,
And He died for your salvation with His brow against the thorn.
Then His grace will be sufficient when your heart is pierced with pain;
Will you live to bless His loved ones though your life be bruised and torn,
