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"Pilgrim and Sojourner." - 1 Peter 2:11

 Amy Carmichael Peoms

If you know of any poems by this dear sister post it here:


Amy Carmichael

From prayer that asks that I may be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
From fearing when I should aspire,
From faltering when I should climb higher,
From silken self, O Captain, free
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.

From subtle love of softening things,
From easy choices, weakenings,
(Not thus are spirits fortified,
Not this way went the Crucified,)
From all that dims Thy Calvary,
O Lamb of God, deliver me.

Give me the love that leads the way,
The faith that nothing can dismay
The hope no disappointments tire
The passion that will burn like fire,
Let me not sink to be a clod:
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.

India, 1912

Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star:
Hast thou no scar?
Hast thou no wound?
Yet, I was wounded by the archers, spent.
Leaned me against the tree to die, and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed me, I swooned:
Hast thou no wound?

No wound? No scar?
Yes, as the master shall the servant be,
And pierced are the feet that follow Me;
But thine are whole. Can he have followed far
Who has no wound? No scar?

SI Moderator - Greg Gordon

 2005/1/2 16:16Profile

Joined: 2003/7/31
Posts: 2749
Phoenix, Arizona USA

 Re: Amy Carmichael Peoms

Here's one that you parents will enjoy. As you may or may not know, Amy never had any children herself but she was lovingly called "amma"(mother) by hundreds of Indian street children and orphans.

[i]Father, hear us, we are praying,
Hear the words our hearts are saying,
We are praying for our children.

Keep them from the powers of evil,
From the secret, hidden peril.
Father, hear us for our children.

From the whirlpool that would suck them,
From the treacherous quicksand, pluck them,
Father, hear us for our children.

From the worldling's hollow gladness,
From the sting of faithless sadness,
Father, Father, keep our children.

Through life's troubled waters steer them,
Through life's bitter battle cheer them,
Father, Father, be thou near them.

Read the language of our longing,
Read the wordless pleadings thronging,
Holy Father, for our children.

And wherever they may bide,
Lead them home at eventide."[/i]

...Amy Carmichael

Ron Halverson

 2005/1/2 19:36Profile

Joined: 2003/7/18
Posts: 6566
Reading, UK


My favourite Amy Carmichael poem is the one Greg posted earlier, we sing it as a hymn.

From prayer that asks that I may be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,

But this is another long loved favourite...

He said, ‘I will forget the dying faces;
The empty places,
They shall be filled again.
O voices moaning deep within me, cease.’
But vain the word; vain, vain:
[i]Not in forgetting lieth peace.[/i]

He said, ‘I will crowd action upon action,
The strife of faction
Shall stir me and sustain;
O tears that drown the fire of manhood cease.’
But vain the word; vain, vain:
[i]Not in endeavour lieth peace.[/i]

He said, ‘I will withdraw me and be quiet,
Why meddle in life’s riot?
Shut be my door to pain.
Desire, thou dost befool me, thou shalt cease.’
But vain the word; vain, vain:
[i]Not in aloofness lieth peace.[/i]

He said, ‘I will submit; I am defeated.
God hath depleted
My life of its rich gain.
O futile murmurings, why will ye not cease?’
But vain the word; vain, vain:
[i]Not in submission lieth peace.[/i]

He said, ‘I will accept the breaking sorrow
Which God tomorrow
Will to His son explain.’
Then did the turmoil deep within me cease.
[i]Not vain the word, not vain;
For in Acceptance lieth peace.[/i]

Ron Bailey

 2005/1/3 5:47Profile

Joined: 2004/4/23
Posts: 663
Escondido, California

 Re: Amy Carmichael Peoms

Oh my goodness! Guess what I just found! Okay, you don't have to guess. I found the book a returning missionary from Africa donated to our youth library quite a few years ago - "Rose From Brier" by of course, Amy Carmichael! Yes! Ha, ha! I'm so excited!

[picks one out of many great poems]...

Before the winds that blow do cease,
Teach me to dwell within Thy calm;
Before the pain has passed in peace,
Give me, my God, to sing a psalm.
Let me not lose the chance to prove
The fullness of enabling love.
[i]O Love of God, do this for me:
Maintain a constant victory.[/i]

Before I leave the desert land
For meadows of immortal flowers,
Lead me where streams at Thy command
Flow by the borders of the hours,
That when the thirsty come, I may
Show them the fountains in the way.
[i]O Love of God, do this for me:
Maintain a constant victory.[/i]

Yolanda Fields

 2005/1/14 17:14Profile

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