| The Joy of Service |
Chapter 24 |
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A well spent Sabbath is an excellent preparation for a week amid cares and struggles. There is blessing in the Sabbath rest. We cannot go on forever; we must pause here and there to renew our strength.
“Birds cannot always sing;
Silence at times they ask, to nurse spent feeling,
To see some new, bright thing,
Ere a fresh burst of song, fresh joy revealing.
“Flowers cannot always blow;
Some Sabbath rest they need of silent winter,
Ere from its sheath below
Shoots up a small green blade, brown earth to splinter.
“Tongues cannot always speak;
O God! In this loud world of noise and clatter,
Save us this once a week,
To let the sown seed grow, not always scatter.”
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