Category Archives: James Frost

Written by James A. Frost One night an angel came to visit me, Took me by the hand, saying, “Come I’ve something I want you to see.” Up through the pearl cleaved air, of every tint and shade, This angel … Continue reading →

Written by James A. Frost There is naught but His love in everything that comes to me. No hand but His, No vagrant wind blows my heart’s ship on it’s sea. I am His, and He will never, ever, let … Continue reading →

Written by James A. Frost Alive with beauty, is the whole world about me. Blossoms on every bough, birds singing because the’re free. Golden sunshine filtering through the trees, gentle are the breezes that blow. Meadows flower bespangled, and the … Continue reading →

Written by James A. Frost “Oh how good and grand it surely must be,” Said the lowly bush when it was looking up at the tree. “To stand so tall and give shade to every passer-by,” “With birds nesting in … Continue reading →

Written by James A. Frost Constantly He is giving whispers of His eternal love to me. In the quietness Thou dost fill the seeking heart that comes to Thee. The full orbed radience of His presence bursts upon my mind, … Continue reading →

Written by James A. Frost Looking back on the many times, when on God my troubles I tried to blame, Now I can only retrace my steps in tears of shame. He has so patiently, and gently taught me to … Continue reading →

Written by James A. Frost In the stillness He sends mystic notes, and answers for my mind, Times pregnant with meaning, in solitude that I find. Thoughts sweeping like breakers gently rolling in the early hour sea, And His love … Continue reading →

Written by James A. Frost He makes the difference, my heart no longer has to guess. Each trial only an opportunity for me to know more of His tenderness. Behind each cloud comes the revelation of His Grace. Each time … Continue reading →

Written by James A. Frost For my restlessness, His revelation I know was meant to be. My heart must know and feel the majestic sweep of eternity. For who in his right mind would cage and eagle who was born … Continue reading →