In my dead moments | From an Old Soul
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July 24
My soul this sermon hence for itself prepares:–
“Then is there nothing vile thou mayst not do,
Buffeted in a tumult of low cares,
And treacheries of the old man ‘gainst the new.”—
Lord, in my spirit let thy spirit move,
Warning, that it may not have to reprove:–
In my dead moments, master, stir the prayers.George MacDonald, Diary of an Old Soul
Augsburg Fortress Press 1994
What’s on MacDonald’s mind as he begins this sonnet?
Restlessness. He doesn’t like the stillness, the apparent absence of God. Read the rest of this entry »
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