A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham: Only You, Lord
“… Give me Yourself alone — nothing beside — so I will be with You, content, satisfied!”
“… Give me Yourself alone — nothing beside — so I will be with You, content, satisfied!”
“Teach me contentment, Lord…”
Love without clinging
cry if you must –
The candle flames of poplars,
in the little coves burn low;
Is the tree that is pruned
preoccupied with pain? . . .
They come and go so quickly
Spring and Fall . . .
As Mother’s Day approaches, we take a look at a poem written by Ruth Bell Graham on motherhood, as well as reflections from Franklin Graham on his mother.
O tenderest Love, How we do fail through our own folly…
“With this ring…” your strong, familiar voice…
We hope you will be inspired by this writing by Ruth Bell Graham.