Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
That calls me from a world of care
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known!
In season's of distress and grief
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
~Sweet Hour of Prayer - attributed to William W. Walford, 1772 - 1850~
Note: This photo shows one of the confederate rose blooms on a tree that is very special to me. Before he died with cancer, my brother Charles rooted stems from his tree and gave them to me to plant in my yard.
So these blooms are products of his effort and love.
His life is still blooming in mine!
11 comments:
That is very beautiful! How wonderful that we can pray any time, anywhere!!
It's just beautiful and I really appreciate the added value because of your brother.
What a sight for sore, tired eyes your blog is today! A berry heart!! And your rose, exquisite! I am so sorry to read this story about your brother, he must have been very special, and so is the rose.
That is one of my favorite hymns. My dad would often choose that for evening services, especially if there was an 'altar call'.
What a wonderful reminder of your brother! Often times people don't realize how simple, little gestures will end up taking on a whole new meaning later on.
Gorgeous flower and photo of it.
What a special sight you have shared ...
What a beautiful flower and what a special story! I did a crewel embroidery of that phrase years ago. Wrong colors for my house now, but I love it.
How beautiful that flower is. And what a wonderful way for your brothers life and love to continue to touch you.
What a treasure, Glenda. "In seasons of distress and grief...." there IS relief. Beauty for ashes...the oil of joy for mourning....
As usual you have such gorgeous photos and messages for the soul. Thank you.
A lovely story indeed, and a beautiful image as well.
Lovely! I like this photo and love the song. Thanks for stopping by my blog.
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