The fruit of the Spirit is…
Gal. 5.22-23 (NASB)

Fruit Bearing

Will the Master find fruit in my garden?
Am I ready for him today?
Is it there for my Lord to gather
When he comes along the way?

LOVE for the unthankful.
LONG-SUFFERING when sorely tried..
JOY when the way is dreary.
MEEKNESS when hurt through pride.

GENTLENESS toward each other.
PEACE 'mid life's stress and strain
TRUST when around is darkness.
FAITH spit loss and pain..

GOODNESS his grace bestoweth.
PATIENCE in suffering.
HOPE with its rainbow radiance.
TEMPERANCE in everything.

This is the fruit he looks for,
This is what he desires,
Fruit of the holy spirit,
This is what he requires.

Songs of the Nightingale

Love

Love is Divine. True love I mean,
The love that is often unseen
The love that gives, enriches. Bless.
The love that lifts men from distress
Love is pure, reaches far beyond
Joy. And its accompanying ills.
Love reaches holy heights, and dwells
In dwellings poor, and prison cells
Beside the sickbed love is found
In tenderness, and soothing hands
Tis borne on angel wings and flies
To many shores, and unknown lands

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Gentleness

There is nothing as strong as true gentleness or as gentle as true strength.
It is only imperfection that is not tolerant of what is imperfect.

Goodness

A saint is one who makes goodness look attractive.
There's no limit to how much good you can do if you don't care who gets the credit.

Deep Waters and a Bubbling Brook

Self Control—Let The Mud Dry

A young man had been badly insulted, and full of angry indignation, declared that he was going at once to demand an apology. "My dear boy," said Father Graham, a beloved old man of the village, "take a word of advice from an old man that loves peace. An insult is like mud: it will brush off much better when it is dry. Wait a little, till he and you are both cool, and the thing will be easily mended. If you go now it will only be to quarrel."

The young man took his advice, and before the next day was done, the insulting person came to beg forgiveness.

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Peace - The Love of Silence

There is a place in consciousness
Withdrawn from all the rush
That lies as listening and still
As some clear morning hush.

As silent as the waiting ear
Of some shell treasured long,
Whose rosy walls cannot forget
The ocean's ancient song.

As silent as the lips of leaves
Before the breeze begins,
Or as the soundless pause that breaks
Before the violins.

For all things have their melodies,
And all that lives must sing.
Yet there is silence at the core,
Like some bird's folded wing.

A feathered nest God makes for rest,
Lined soft as thistledown,
Where we can wrap the folds of peace
About us like a gown.

And lean against the heart of love
That beats within the soul,
And listen to the pulse of God,
And hear the ages roll.

Elizabeth Landeweer
Songs of the Nightingale

Day by Day, Hour by Hour

"God broke our years to hours and days
That, hour by hour and day by day,
Just going on a little way,
We might be able all along
To keep quite strong.
Should all weight of lifer
Laid across our shoulders, and the future, rife
With woe and struggle, meet us face to face.

Long-Suffering

At just one place,
We could not go.
Our feet would stop: and so
God lays a little on us every day.
And never, I believe, on all the way
Will burdens bear so deep,
Or pathway lie so threatening and so steep
But we can go, if by God's power
We only bear the burden of the hour

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Meekness

Fill me with Thy gentle meekness,
Make my heart like Thine;
Like an altar lamp, then let me
Burn and shine

Joy

Tis joy to those who daily tread.
The Way of mercy. Truth, And love.
Tis joy to those who daily seek.
Help, and Strength from the Lord above.
Tis joy to those who pray and find.
From Him the Saviour of mankind.
Courage, blessing day by day.
Helping them in the narrow Way.

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Faith

Faith; Tis Trust, Where we cannot see.
But if we have faith, we rest.
In God, Who is our all in all.
And we know He did us Call.
We feel his Presence day by day
And we trust him, Come what may
We pray he will deepen our Faith
That greater will be our Stay.

On Him, Who we love so dearly
And we love to Serve him well.
Only by faith do we see him
But wonderful we can tell.
All our trials and tribulation.
All our sorrows, and all fears
He is ever there to help us
And ready to stay our tears.

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