Crescent Hill Baptist Church
Contributed by Members of the Congregation
Some poems Hilda Spalding recommended to us
read at her memorial service January 26, 1999:
I meant to do my work today
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree
And a butterfly flitted across the field
And all the leaves seemed to call to me.
And the wind went sighing o'er the land
Blowing the grasses to and fro
And a rainbow held out its shining hand
So what could I do but laugh and go?!
We seem to give her back to Thee, Dear God, who gavest her to us.
And since Thou didst not lose her in the giving,
So we have not lost her in the return.
For life is eternal, and love is immortal, and death is only a horizon;
And a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
Another Poem Hilda enjoyed reciting
(not from the funeral service)
If you are tempted to reveal
A tale to you someone has told
About another, make it pass,
Before you speak, three gates of gold.
These narrow gates: First, "Is it true?"
Then, "Is it needful?" In your mind
Give truthful answer. And the next
Is last and narrowest, "Is it kind?"
And if to reach your lips at last
It passes through these gateways three,
Then you may tell the tale, nor fear
What the result of speech may be.
-- from The Arabian
(from his web page on the Mercer School of Theology site)
Frontline: From Jesus to Christ
Resource Pages for Biblical Studies
Interpreting Ancient Manuscripts Web
Five Gospels Parallels
Bibles and Tools for Biblical Studies
Scholars Press E-Canon
Society of Biblical Literature
Journal of Biblical Literature
Greek Manuscript Gateway
Greek Language and Linguistics Gateway
CRESCENT HILL BAPTIST CHURCH
2800 Frankfort Avenue
Louisville, Kentucky 40206
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