<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384400" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>God's Work</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To J. J. H., Of Kentucky</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Gathering brands from the burning,<br>Plucking them out of the fire,<br>Lifting the sheep that have wandered,<br>Out of the dust and the mire,<br>Bringing home sheaves from the harvest<br>To lay at the Master's feet-<br>Lord! all thy hosts of angels<br>Must smile on a life so sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Speaking with fear of no man,<br>Speaking with love for all,<br>Warning the young and the thoughtless<br>From the wild beast-'Alcohol.'<br>Showing the snares that the tempter<br>Weaveth on every hand.<br>Lord! all thy dear, dear angels<br>Must smile on a life so grand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Fighting the bloodless battle<br>With a heart that is true and bold;<br>Fighting it not for glory,<br>Fighting it not for gold,<br>But out of love for his neighbor,<br>And out of love for his Lord.<br>And I know that the hands of the angels<br>Will crown him with his reward.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For whoso works for the Master,<br>And whoso fights his fight,<br>The angels crown with a star-wreath,<br>And it glows with gems most bright.<br>They wear them for ever and ever,<br>The saints in that land of bliss,<br>And I know that heaven's best jewel<br>Is kept for a soul like this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384400" data-title="God's Work de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="To J. J. H., Of Kentucky Gathering brands from the burning, Plucking them out of the fire, Lifting the sheep that have wandered, Out of the dust and the mire, Bringing home sheaves from the harvest To lay at the Master's feet- Lord! all thy host..."></div> </div> </div>

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