Quotes About God

Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate gift,That I doubt his own love can compete with it?Here, the parts shift?

One more devils'-triumph and sorrow for angels,One more wrong to man, one more insult to God!

The year's at the springAnd day's at the morn;Morning's at seven;The hillside's dew-pearled;The lark's on the wing;The snail's on the thorn:God's in his heaven—All's right with the world.

God made all the creatures and gave them our love and our fear, To give sign, we and they are His children, one family here.

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

We find great things are made of little things,And little things go lessening till at lastComes God behind them.

The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard,The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky,Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard.

Grow old along with me The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made Our times are in his hand who saith, A whole I planned, Youth shows but half trust God See all, nor be afraid

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

I spent most of my life feeling like I was being punished because I was taught that God was punishing and that I was unworthy and deserved to be punished. I had thrown out those beliefs about God and life on a conscious, intellectual level in my late teens - but in Recovery I was horrified to discover that I was still reacting to life emotionally based on those beliefs.

The original wound, the genesis of all the pain in the human experience, the original cause from which Codependence emerged, is the illusion that we are separate from God, from our Creator. We are not. We never have been. But due to planetary conditions it felt like we were. It felt like being human was a punishment.

From scenes like these, old Scotia's grandeur springs,That makes her loved at home, revered abroad:Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,"An honest man's the noblest work of God."

He wales a portion with judicious care;And "Let us worship God" he says, with solemn air.

The heart and benevolent and kind the most resembles God.

Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.

We love neither God nor our neighbor as we should. Our love in spiritual things is "too defective, in worldly things too excessive, there is a jar in both." We love the world too much; God too little; our neighbor not at all, or for our own ends.

The gilding holds the eye just long enough to let God enter the soul. The two-dimensional image does not require interpretation, and therefore doesn't stand between you and God the way it does in three-dimensional western art.

On second thought, though, maybe that was what being made in the Divine Image was all about. Eighty percent of all creatures are insects and sixty percent of all insects are beetles. If God was so inordinately fond of beetles, who could fault human beings for playing with paste?

The church teaches us that we can make God happy by being miserable ourselves."—Robert Ingersoll

Thanksgiving is nothing if not a glad and reverent lifting of the heart to God in honor and praise for His goodness.

We hear much of a decent pride, a becoming proud, a noble pride, a laudable pride. Can that be decent, of which we ought to be ashamed? Can that be becoming, of which God has set forth the deformity? Can that be noble which God resists and is determined to abase? Can that be laudable, which God call abominable.

A man who submits himself wholeheartedly to God might handle them and not be harmed. That was the faith my father had professed. Certainly he trusted God, in his own case, and believed God manifested Himself in the rolled eyes of his congregants and in their babble of incomprehensible tongues. Trust and be saved, was his philosophy. And yet in the end it was the snakes that killed him. I wondered which element of the calculation had ultimately failed him—human faith or divine patience.

God, he asserted, was not contained in any Book, but was a Voice, which every human being could hear (and which most of us chose to ignore). The common name of that voice was Conscience; but it was a God by any reasonable definition, Stepney claimed.

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