The Steeple of The Old North Church in Boston, MAThis poem, by Amy Carmichael, is one of my favorites and inspired the title of my blog "Gatherings."
Wandering Thoughts
Gather my thoughts, good Lord, they fitful roam,
Like children bent on foolish wandering,
Or vanity of fruitless wayfaring;
O call them home.
See, then, they drift like the wind-scattered foarm;
Like wild sea-birds, they hither, thither, fly
And some sink low, and others soar too high.
O call them home.
My silence speaketh to Thee, but I roam
With my poor silly thoughts, I know not where;
That undistracted I may go to prayer,
O call them home.
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