And once I thought as those two eyes Were the eyes of the London whore. No Father, Friend Of Man has made Thee, But a chance, A sudden chance. Then the summons of the Lord, Like a sudden silver sword. Our shrieks of pain go up in vain. Where bitter tears Are turned to diamonds for the crown of God. Yes, I larned what women suffers When I seed you stand the test.
Inasmuch as ye have done it Te have done it unto Me. Two eyes looked into mine. He was awarded a Military Cross for such an act. And quivering bright wi' the speech o' light They said, ' 'Er soul was mine. Conquered the world and set His standard o'er it, Dying that once that men might never die. O Power of Right, That Thou shouldst meet and conquer might Is but a little thing ; thy strength Is only fully shown when Thou Dost meet and conquer Love like mine.
During the war Woodbine Willy wrote verses for soldiers in the trenches. But so is hatred to indifference. During the war he supported the British military effort with enthusiasm. What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? Through fresh green leaves, That overhang the bank. She don't want no noo pianer, All she wants is me come 'ome. As sweet and dreamless sleep. I couldn't speak, I felt as though 'E 'ad me by the throat, 'Twere like a drownin' fellah feels, Last moment 'e 's afloat.
For the sun may shine on the meadow lands. Through time's eternity of days, Our weakness to His strength. Thine the Wisdom, Thine the honour, Thine the crown of victory won. And boys I'd sooner frizzle up, I' the flames of a burning 'Ell, Than stand and look into 'Is face, And 'ear 'Is voice say - 'Well? Well I kep' mindin' Billy Briggs, A pal o' mine what died. The music of the meadows.
That is the very message of man's past, We know in part. Thrills through the matter of our brains Begetting dreams. We can but taste the streams of life That from its fountain flow. While the sound of many waters swelled in music on the air. At the outbreak of the First World War, Kennedy volunteered as a chaplain to soldiers on the Western Front.
Till I bore my cross to Paris through the crowd. Great Lord of years and days, So let the Love of Jesus come. So this splendid lying vision turns within my doubting heart. Attached to a bayonet-training service he toured with boxers and wrestlers to give morale-boosting speeches about the usefulness of the bayonet. Any EfM graduate should know them, but apparently not all seminary cirricula are as comprehensive. They pass, but it remains and shines untouched, A pledge of that great hour which surely comes At last, when the tempest sobs to silence, Silver silence, and the moon rides stately In an open starry sky, and there is Peace.
And for that a soldier dies. Art Thou so great that this our bitter crying Sounds in Thine ears like sorrow of a child? As though in this drab dreary world Such beauty were a common thing. Or is it just that there is nought behind it, Nothing but forces purposeless and blind? Not only that 'E once died. If life be what it seems, A slaughter-house and not a school. And the fire is burning red, — Paradise. To him they are Dead hands, machines that make machines, and grind Out gold to swell the coffers of the rich. That is the Gospel of the Christ.
Such is our plight Who search for Thee Across the bloody battlefields of Life. It cannot be too strongly stated that our main business is, always must be, with the individual soul, but it is that main business, once we get to grips with it, which compels us to tackle the question of his social environment, because the social environment lives in the individual and produces in him a conflict with Christ. It 's 'Im, just 'Im, that is the Judge Of blokes like you and me. The name Woodbine Willie was known to everyone in the land in those days. This ain't war, it 's ruddy murder. Small faces peep And laugh in elfin revelry. O God, if that 's 'ow it really is, Why, bless ye, I understands.
Before Him all created things Do bow them and obey, The million stars that night by night Wheel down the Milky Way. Yet the world don't seem much better to-day Then when 'E were crucified. Cease to do evil, learn to do well. We cannot save men from the world by the method of retreat from it -- permanent retreat. Men travel round in circles and get lost, Come back to where two tracks had crossed An hour ago.