Lord, grant me grace to love Thee in my pain.
Thro’ all my disappointment love Thee still,
Thy love my strong foundation and my hill,
Tho’ I be such as cometh not again
A fading leaf, a spark upon the wane:
So evermore do Thou Thy perfect Will
Beloved thro’ all my good, thro’ all mine ill,
Beloved tho’ all my love beside be vain.
If thus I love Thee, how wilt Thou love me,
Thou who art greater than my heart? (Amen)
Will Thou bestow a part, withold a part?
The longing of my heart cries out to Thee,
The hungering, thirsting, longing of my heart:
What I forewent, wilt Thou not grant me then?
You have heard that you should love your neighbour and hate your enemy. But I say to you, love your enemy. - Dusty Miller
When Dusty Miller died, something in the hearts and minds of every man died with him. What we had somehow managed to hold on to for years of survival now seemed utterly meaningless. Like God Himself was playing a cruel joke on us all. And so I remembered Dusty's words so very long ago, "Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit." - Ernest Gordon
How does a man repay a selfless act - when his life is saved at the expense of another. - Ernest Gordon
It is likely that you have seen yellowhammer. It could also been a European greenfinch. The beak is a bit stronger on the greenfinch than on the yellowhammer, and this beak seems quite strong. On the other hand, the yellow color seems more like the yellowhammer, so I think you are right. May be you checked the melody as well? It is quite characteristic for the yellowhammer, a counting from 1 to 7 (more or less).
Who does not hope, to know and understand her strangest passion. Where she grips at all labours, and always the heaviest plight. When at once she grasps, all pleasures and the daintiest delight. Who has the sense, to belong and grow in her fittest portion.