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 Posted March 25th, 2011 11:39 AM   IP              
Two Boxes

I have in my hands two boxes,
Which God gave me to hold.
He said,"Put all your sorrows in the black,
And all your joys in the gold."

I heeded his words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I store.
But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black was as light as before.

With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why?
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole,
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.

I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be?"
He smiled a gentle smile at me.
"My child, they're all here with me."

I asked, "God, why give me the boxes,
"Why the gold, and the black with the hole?"
"My child, the gold is for counting your blessings,
the black is for you to let go."


Addendum -- 1 Peter 5:7 (NIV) "Cast all your
anxiety on him because he cares for you."


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 Posted March 26th, 2011 01:11 PM   IP              


H E A R T

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H

is for the Happiness,
sinners never find.

E

is for Eternal-joy,
sinless by design.

A

is for Agape-love,
the conqueror of sin and

R

is for the Righteousness,
that comes from knowing Him.

T

is for the Truth that's known,
beyond the sinners prayer.
The Heart is where it all begins
and Jesus must be there.

Luke 6:45

A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks.


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 Posted March 27th, 2011 01:03 PM   IP              
Glory ever be to Jesus


Glory ever be to Jesus,
God’s own well belovèd Son;
By His grace He hath redeemed us,
“It is finished,” all is done.

Saved by grace through faith in Jesus,
Saved by His own precious blood,
May we in His love abiding,
Follow on to know the Lord.

Oh the weary days of wand’ring,
Longing, hoping for the light;
These at last all lie behind us,
Jesus is our strength and might.

In His safe and holy keeping,
’Neath the shadow of His wing,
Gladly in His love confiding,
May our souls His praises sing.

Glory ever be to Jesus,
God’s own well belovèd Son;
By His grace He hath redeemed us,
“It is finished,” all is done.






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 Posted March 28th, 2011 12:12 PM   IP              
Angel Plea for the World


Angels, if you are listening, please send help from up above
Not for me, dear angels, but for the ones I love.
Like a broken mirror, they lie shattered on the floor.
They cannot see you or feel your presence anymore.

Angels, if you are listening, I cry to you for light.
They've lost their will for living and cannot fight this fight.
Everything in life is chaos, so much disarray.
They cannot see the promise or the light of a new day.

Angels, if you are listening, please adhere my plea.
I love them more than life itself, I love them more than me.
Lost within a whirlwind of depression, gloom, despair...
Please light the fire within them and let him know you're there.

Angels, if you're listening, please know that I believe.
I know your there to help us and I'm down on bended knee.
I have done my very best to bring some light into their lives;
but I am not enough alone, they need your love so bright.

Angels, if you are listening, they say they're at their end.
My heart in a thousand pieces on the floor if they should bend.
For we are only human, there's only so much we can bare;
but if we had your help I know that you would steer us clear.

Angels, if you are listening, I know with all that I am
that you will do your best to show yourselves and Divine plan.
They are my life, my loves, the ones; and yet I am alone;
for they cannot be with me with a mind that's nearly blown.

Angels, if you are listening, I pray my words get through,
please know that if you help them I will sing my praise to you.
I'll thank you for all time, your gracious help I will express
to all I know, to all I see, for all your thoughtfulness.


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 Posted March 29th, 2011 12:25 PM   IP              
We Thank You God


Wake up, God has granted us another day.
Get up, let’s kneel by the bed and pray.
Let’s thank Him for His daily care.
Let’s thank Him for His love so rare.
We thank you God ~ for always being there.

We watch the sun begin its rise,
to bring us blue and cloudless skies.
We hear the birds begin to sing.
Their music in our hearts does ring.
We thank you God ~ for all these lovely things.

We hear small creatures moving about.
Beginning to forage for food, no doubt.
We feel the slightest breath of wind
as the boughs of trees begin to bend.
We thank you God ~ for all the wonders you send.

You planned and created all we behold,
long hot summers and winters cold.
The beauty of autumn and awakening of spring,
renews our hearts and makes us beam.
We thank you God ~ it’s almost like a dream.

You formed the mountains and made the seas.
You designed the flowers and the stately trees.
You moved Your hand and made all things,
You knew such pleasure to us they’d bring.
We thank you God ~ we acknowledge You as King.

Your masterpiece You formed from dust,
and that was when You created us.
You made us into a likeness of You
You gave us a soul and a heart so true.
We thank you God ~ for this wonderful design You drew.

We now have hope through Your salvation plan.
Your gave Your Son as the Sacrificial Lamb.
He gave His life so we could be saved.
Dear Lord, what a priceless gift You gave.
We thank You God ~ through Jesus our sins are waived.



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 Posted March 30th, 2011 01:36 PM   IP              
IF
If all of life was sunshine
and we never had any rain.
If all of life was pleasure
and we never felt any pain.

If our paths were always clear
and no obstacles in our way.
If we never had to press
to make it through the day.

If we never had to shed tears
or sorrow pierce our hearts.
If we never experienced grief
or had a loved one to depart.

If sickness never came
and friends were never few.
If we had all the answers
and knew just what to do.

Then we wouldn't call on God
or go to Him in prayer.
And we wouldn't know His power
or ever feel His loving care.



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 Posted March 31st, 2011 12:01 PM   IP              
I Believe
I believe there is a blessing

In god's storage for me each day

I won't waste time aseeking

For it will surely come my way

And natures' beauty will far outclass

Any manmade menagerie of glass

I believe that with a rose

There will always be a thorn

And with every death it atouches

Every night the moon has arose

New baby christ has been aborn

I believe the continuance of shinig star

When seen of human eye by far

Just as the mountain still stands hereby

While dark clouds are passing on by

I believe we all should have brother

And sister fellowship with each other

For love we have for family

Makes us dearly treat them kindly

I believe all have a special gift

To make life much more sweet

For neighbor, friend, loved one, our gift

Or just whomever we may meet

I believe god's love was the

Greatest gift given to you and me

He took our sin upon himself

And thereby made us free himself

Since I received my salvation

My life now has some direction

From the day I told the lord

By faith I do believe in your word.


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 Posted April 2nd, 2011 12:08 PM   IP              
What Is Your Address?

There is a family nobody likes to meet,
They live, it is said, on Complaining Street.
In the city of Never-Are Satisfied,
The River of Discontent beside.

They growl at that, and they growl at this;
Whatever comes there is something amiss;
And whether their station be high or humble,
They are known by the name of Grumble.

The weather is always too hot or too cold,
Summer and winter alike they scold;
Nothing goes right with the folks you meet
Down on that gloomy Complaining Street.

They growl at the rain, and they growl at the sun;
In fact, their growling is never done.
And if everything pleased them, there isn't a doubt
They'd growl that they'd nothing to grumble about!

And the worst thing is that if anyone stays
Among them too long he will learn their ways,
And before he dreams of the terrible jumble
He's adopted into the family of Grumble.

So it were wisest to keep our feet
>From wandering into Grumbling Street.
And never to growl whatever we do,
Lest we be mistaken for Grumblers too.



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 Posted April 3rd, 2011 12:03 PM   IP              
A Prayer for a New Start

At times, we all need to start over again. The Lord has wonderful plans for us but we must open the door to our hearts.

Lord, enter my heart.

You have great plans for my life.

Grant me a new start.

Reference: For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to
harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
( Jeremiah 29:11 )


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 Posted April 6th, 2011 12:57 PM   IP              
In Sincerity

Grace be with them that love our Lord Jesus Christ in
sincerity. -Ephesians 6:24.

Thou saddened one whose longing eyes
Seek quickening thoughts to glean,
Whose views of Christ, the Heavenly prize,
Clouds often veer between,
That rapture which may be expressed
By others constantly
Is not thine own; in truth confessed,
Where is the mystery?

Ask now these questions of thy soul:
My heart, is it sincere?
Do I his holy name extol,
And is He truly dear?
Like Peter can I, too, record
And urge his earnest plea,
"Thou knowest all things, gracious Lord;
Thou knowest I love Thee"?

There is no music like his voice:
To this can'st thou attest?
No message makes thee so rejoice
As "Come to me and rest"?
If there's been left within thine heart
By word or deed a thorn,
Can prayer extract the cruel dart
And heal it ere the morn?

Does prayer cast out disquietude
And every bitter thought;
All hate and enmity exclude
By Love with patience fraught?
Or, if perchance there may be found
A hurt that festers still,
Is this the balm that soothes the wound-
"'Twas needed; 'tis God's will"?

Is there a saint, however poor,
However lowly born,
That earthly treasure could allure
Thee to mistreat or scorn?
These queries, are they answered well?
Then press with joy toward Heaven,
Filled with that peace tongue cannot tell,
The sense of sin forgiven.

Accept your Saviour's proffered rest!
Behold! there's grace for thee;
All those who love Him now are blest,-
Love in sincerity.

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 Posted April 8th, 2011 11:47 AM   IP              
Truth

A rock, for ages, stern and high,
Stood frowning 'gainst the earth and sky,
And never bowed his haughty crest
When angry storms around him prest.
Morn, springing from the arms of night,
Had often bathed his brow with light.
And kissed the shadows from his face
With tender love and gentle grace.

Day, pausing at the gates of rest,
Smiled on him from the distant West,
And from her throne the dark-browed Night
Threw round his path her softest light.
And yet he stood unmoved and proud,
Nor love, nor wrath, his spirit bowed;
He bared his brow to every blast
And scorned the tempest as it passed.

One day a tiny, humble seed--
The keenest eye would hardly heed--
Fell trembling at that stern rock's base,
And found a lowly hiding-place.
A ray of light, and drop of dew,
Came with a message, kind and true;
They told her of the world so bright,
Its love, its joy, and rosy light,
And lured her from her hiding-place,
To gaze upon earth's glorious face.

So, peeping timid from the ground,
She clasped the ancient rock around,
And climbing up with childish grace,
She held him with a close embrace;
Her clinging was a thing of dread;
Where'er she touched a fissure spread,
And he who'd breasted many a storm
Stood frowning there, a mangled form;
A Truth, dropped in the silent earth,
May seem a thing of little worth,
Till, spreading round some mighty wrong,
It saps its pillars proud and strong,
And o'er the fallen ruin weaves
The brightest blooms and fairest leaves.

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 Posted April 9th, 2011 11:29 AM   IP              
The Building

"Build me a house," said the Master,
"But not on the shifting sand,
Mid the wreck and roar of tempests,
A house that will firmly stand.

"I will bring thee windows of agates,
And gates of carbuncles bright,
And thy fairest courts and portals
Shall be filled with love and light.

"Thou shalt build with fadeless rubies,
All fashioned around the throne,
A house that shall last forever,
With Christ as the cornerstone.

"It shall be a royal mansion,
A fair and beautiful thing,
It will be the presence-chamber
Of thy Saviour, Lord and King.

"Thy house shall be bound with pinions
To mansions of rest above,
But grace shall forge all the fetters
With the links and cords of love.

"Thou shalt be free in this mansion
From sorrow and pain of heart,
For the peace of God shall enter,
And never again depart."

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 Posted April 10th, 2011 06:45 PM   IP              
By and By
God will not let His bright gifts die
If I may not sing my songs just now
I shall sing them by and by

A young man with a Poet's soul,
And a Poet's kindling eye--
Dark, dreamy, full of unvoiced thought--
And forehead calm and high,
Toiled wearily at his heavy task
Till his soul grew sick with pain,
And the pent up fires that burned within
Seemed withering heart and brain

"Work, work, work!" he murmured low,
Glancing up at the golden west--
Work, with the sunset heavens aglow
By the hands of angels dressed,
Work for this perishing, human clay,
While the soul, like a prisoned bird,
Flutters its helpless wings always
By passionate longings stirred

"I hear in the wandering zephyr's song
Tones that no others hear,
And alien melodies all day long
Are murmuring in my ear,--
Phantoms of beauty in cloud and flower
Haunt me where'er I stray,
And flit thro' the green of the summer bower,
At the close of each toil spent day

"There are voices that sigh in the wind's low sigh,
Or wail in the tempest's roar,--
That sing in the brooklets that wander by,
Or sob along ocean's shore;--
I hear them ever, yet may not stay,
To list to the rhythmic strain;
And the unvoiced melodies die away,
Never to come again.

"Something I see in the lightning's flash
That my fellows may not see,
And something hear in the thunder's crash,
That cometh alone to me;--
But the glory fades ere I gather it in,
And fix it in brain or heart;
And the strains I caught thro' the elements' din,
Are lost in Toil's crowded mart.

"O haunting strains of unuttered song!
O tenderest melodies lost!
O sweet, stray notes of the heavenly throng
On the wing of the tempest tossed!
O spirit-harp that, untouched, untuned,
To each subtle influence thrills,
As thrills some wild, Aeolian harp,
To the breezes that sweep the hills!--

"I thirst, I pant, to be free to list
To the voices that call to me,
From flood and fountain, from vale and height,
From forest, and shore, and sea,--
To gaze on the Beauty whose subtle fire
Breaks on me thro' Nature's eyes,
And pour from the strings of my unused lyre
All tenderest harmonies!"

Ah, thirsty spirit! the day will come,
When, the sway of this mortal o'er,
Thou shall strike thy lyre with a fearless hand
On a brighter, calmer shore;
For God, who giveth the breath of Song,
Will not let His bright gifts die;
And though thy harp-strings be silent long,
Thou shalt waken them by and by.

Aye! and the Music that seemeth lost
Shall linger in Memory's cells,
As lingers along the Alpine heights
The echo of vesper-bells;--
Not lost, but waiting the freer pulse
Of the life thou yet shalt know,
To blend with the tides of enraptured song
That the Heavenly heights o'erflow.

And the Beauty that, lost to thee, seemeth now
Sealed in thy heart shall stay,
As the sun-ray sealed in the diamond's heart,
Burns on with unchanging ray,
Then take with gladness the joy that steals
The sting of thy toil away,
And wait in hope for the higher joy
That shall crown thee another day.

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 Posted April 11th, 2011 12:22 PM   IP              
Our King

O Saviour, precious Saviour,
Whom yet unseen we love,
O Name of might and favour,
All other names above!
We worship Thee, we bless Thee
To Thee alone we sing
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our holy Lord and King

In Thee all fulness dwelleth,
All grace and power divine,
The glory that excelleth,
O Son of God, is Thine!
We worship Thee, we bless Thee
To Thee alone we sing,
We praise Thee and confess Thee,
Our glorious Lord and King

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 Posted April 12th, 2011 03:31 PM   IP              
God Bless Our Native Land
God bless our native land,
Land of the newly free,
Oh may she ever stand
For truth and liberty.

God bless our native land,
Where sleep our kindred dead,
Let peace at thy command
Above their graves be shed.

God help our native land,
Bring surcease to her strife,
And shower from thy hand
A more abundant life.

God bless our native land,
Her homes and children bless,
Oh may she ever stand
For truth and righteousness.

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 Posted April 13th, 2011 12:49 PM   IP              
Our Field Is The World

Our field is the world!--let us forth to the sowing,
O'er valley and mountain, o'er desert and plain,
Beside the still waters through cool meadows flowing,
O'er regions unblest by the dew and the rain;--
Let us scatter the seed, though in sorrow and weeping,
Though fields should be verdureless, wintry, and bare,
The Lord of the harvest hath still in His keeping
Each seed as it falls, and will guard it with care.

Our field is the world!--let us forth to the reaping;
The long day is waning, the eve draweth nigh;
Faint omens of storm up the heavens are creeping,
And the sigh of the tempest is heard in the sky;--
The work-hour is brief, but the rest is forever,
Then stay not for weariness, languor, or pain,
But forth to the harvest with earnest endeavor,
And gather with gladness the sheaves that remain.

Our field is the world!--let us forth to the gleaning,
The stores may be small that our labors reward,
Yet One from the height of His glory is leaning,
Attent to behold what we do for the Lord;--
Where, haply, some reaper has passed on with singing,
O'erladen with sheaves for the garner above,
May yet be some handfuls that wait for our bringing,
To crown with completeness the stores of His love.

Our field is the world!--whether sowing or reaping,
Or gleaning the handfuls that others have passed,
Or waiting the growth of the seed that, with weeping,
On rocky and desolate plains we have cast,
Yet each for his toiling, and each for his mourning,
Shall sometime rejoice when the harvest is done,
And know, in the flush of Eternity's morning,
That the toil, the reward, and the glory are one.

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 Posted April 14th, 2011 11:49 AM   IP              
The Faith We Need

Too tall our structures, and too swift our pace;
Not so we mount, not so we gain the race.
Too loud the voice of commerce in the land;
Not so truth speaks, not so we understand.
Too vast our conquests, and too large our gains;
Not so comes peace, not so the soul attains.

But the need of the world is a faith that will live anywhere;
In the still dark depths of the woods, or out in the sun's full glare.
A faith that can hear God's voice, alike in the quiet glen,
Or in the roar of the street, and over the noises of men.

And the need of the world is a creed that is founded on joy;
A creed with the turrets of hope and trust, no winds can destroy;
A creed where the soul finds rest, whatever this life bestows,
And dwells undoubting and unafraid, because it knows, it knows.

And the need of the world is love that burns in the heart like flame;
A love for the Giver of Life, in sorrow or joy the same;
A love that blazes a trail to Go through the dark and the cold,
Or keeps the pathway that leads to Him clean, through glory and gold.

For the faith that can only thrive or grow in the solitude,
And droops and dies in the marts of men, where sights and sounds are rude;
That is not a faith at all, but a dream of a mystic's heart;
Our faith should point as the compass points, whatever be the chart.

Our faith must find its centre of peace in a babel of noise;
In the changing ways of the world of men it must keep its poise;
And over the sorrowing sounds of earth it must hear God's call;
And the faith that cannot do all this, that is not faith at all.

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 Posted April 15th, 2011 09:44 AM   IP              
Now

"Now is the accepted time."

Now, sinner, now!
Not in the future, when thy longed-for measure
Thou hast attained, of fame, or power, or pleasure,
When thy full coffers swell with hoarded treasure,
Not then, but now.
God's time may not be thine. When thou art willing,
His Spirit may have taken flight forever,
No more thy soul with keen conviction filling,
Softening thy spirit to repentance never,--
Now, sinner, now!

Now, Christian, now!
Look round, and see what souls are daily dying;
List!--everywhere the voice of human crying
Smiteth the ear;--the moan, the plaint, the sighing,
Come even now.
Rise! gird thyself;--go forth where sorrow weepeth
And ease the pang. Where sin holds guilty revel,
Go tell of God! Where man securely sleepeth
On ruin's verge, go, warn him of the evil
Now, Christian, now!

Now, sinner, now!
Day waneth fast! The noon is spent! To-morrow
Is God's, not thine!--and dost thou hope to borrow
An hour from doom, when bursts the cloud of sorrow
That darkens now?
Nay; the red bolt, e'en now, vindictive flashes
The thunder rolls nearer, and still more near!
Hourly the tide of wrath more sternly dashes
On ruin's rocks!--oh, that thou wouldst but
Now, sinner, now!

Now, Christian, now
Gather thy sheaves--the harvest time is hasting
Gather thy sheaves--the precious grain is wasting!
Too many hours Earth's cup of nectar tasting
Thou'st wasted now!
Up, up!--the Master's coining steps already
Echoing adown the steeps of heaven are heard!
The angel-reapers, with firm hand and steady,
Stand, dim-descried, waiting the signal-word
Now, Christian, now!

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 Posted April 16th, 2011 01:55 PM   IP              
Psalm XXIII

The shepherd Christ from heav'n arriv'd,
My flesh and spirit feeds;
I shall not therefore be depriv'd
Of all my nature needs.

As slop'd against the glist'ning beam
The velvet verdure swells,
He keeps, and leads me by the stream
Where consolation dwells.

My soul He shall from sin restore,
And her free pow'rs awake,
In paths of heav'nly truth to soar,
For love and mercy's sake.

Yea, tho' I walk death's gloomy vale,
The dread I shall disdain;
For Thou art with me, lest I fail,
To check me and sustain.

Thou shalt my plenteous board appoint
Before the braving foe;
Thine oil and wine my head anoint,
And make my goblet flow.

But great still Thy love and grace
Shall all my life attend;
And in Thine hallow'd dwelling place
My knees shall ever bend.

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 Posted April 17th, 2011 01:24 PM   IP              
Onward

Onward, still on!--though the pathway be dreary,--
Though few be the fountains that gladden the way,--
Though the tired spirit grow feeble and weary,
And droop in the heat of the toil-burdened day;
Green in the distance the hills of thy Canaan
Lift their bright heads in a tenderer light,
Where the full boughs with rich fruits overladen
Spread their luxurious treasures in sight.

Onward, still onward!--around us are falling
Lengthening shadows as daylight departs;
Up from the past mournful voices are calling,
Often we pause with irresolute hearts.
Wherefore look backward?--the flower thou didst gather
Wounded thy hand with the thorn it concealed,--
Onward, and stay not!--the voice of thy Father
Calls thee to glory and bliss unrevealed.

Onward!-Earth's radiance fadeth,--the glory
That gilded her brow when the noon was in prime
Faileth each hour, and the chill mist is hoary!
Gathering thick on the dim shores of time.
Yet as the stars come out brighter and clearer
While the day faints in the slow-fading west,
So do the home-lights grow larger and nearer,
Clearer the ray on the hills of thy rest.

Onward, and stay not!--the fountain, the flower,
Toward which thou'rt pressing with wearying haste.
Are but the mirage that floats for an hour,
Glowing and green o'er the desolate waste;
Yet from the distance come tender home-melodies
Borne from the Summer-land over the flood,
Lovingly wooing thee homeward and Heavenward
To the sweet rest of thy Saviour and God.

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 Posted April 18th, 2011 12:56 PM   IP              
Between The Gates

Between the gates of birth and death
An old and saintly pilgrim passed,
With look of one who witnesseth
The long-sought goal at last.

O thou whose reverent feet have found
The Master's footprints in thy way,
And walked thereon as holy ground,
A boon of thee I pray.

"My lack would borrow thy excess,
My feeble faith the strength of thine;
I need thy soul's white saintliness
To hide the stains of mine.

"The grace and favor else denied
May well be granted for thy sake."
So, tempted, doubting, sorely tried,
A younger pilgrim spake.

"Thy prayer, my son, transcends my gift;
No power is mine," the sage replied,
"The burden of a soul to lift
Or stain of sin to hide.

"Howe'er the outward life may seem,
For pardoning grace we all must pray;
No man his brother can redeem
Or a soul's ransom pay.

"Not always age is growth of good;
Its years have losses with their gain;
Against some evil youth withstood
Weak hands may strive in vain.

"With deeper voice than any speech
Of mortal lips from man to man,
What earth's unwisdom may not teach
The Spirit only can.

"Make thou that holy guide thine own,
And following where it leads the way,
The known shall lapse in the unknown
As twilight into day.

"The best of earth shall still remain,
And heaven's eternal years shall prove
That life and death, and joy and pain,
Are ministers of Love."

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A Grain Of Sand

Do you see this grain of sand
Lying loosely in my hand?
Do you know to me it brought
Just a simple loving thought?
When one gazes night by night
On the glorious stars of light,
Oh how little seems the span
Measured round the life of man.

Oh! how fleeting are his years
With their smiles and their tears;
Can it be that God does care
For such atoms as we are?
Then outspake this grain of sand
"I was fashioned by His hand
In the star lit realms of space
I was made to have a place.

"Should the ocean flood the world,
Were its mountains 'gainst me hurled
All the force they could employ
Wouldn't a single grain destroy;
And if I, a thing so light,
Have a place within His sight;
You are linked unto his throne
Cannot live nor die alone.

In the everlasting arms
Mid life's dangers and alarms
Let calm trust your spirit fill;
Know He's God, and then be still."
Trustingly I raised my head
Hearing what the atom said;
Knowing man is greater far
Than the brightest sun or star.

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A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break

I will accept thy will to do and be,
Thy hatred and intolerance of sin,
Thy will at least to love, that burns within
And thirsteth after Me:
So will I render fruitful, blessing still
The germs and small beginnings in thy heart,
Because thy will cleaves to the better part.--
Alas, I cannot will.

Dost not thou will, poor soul? Yet I receive
The inner unseen longings of the soul;
I guide them turning towards Me; I control
And charm hearts till they grieve:
If thou desire, it yet shall come to pass,
Though thou but wish indeed to choose My love;
For I have power in earth and heaven above.--
I cannot wish, alas!

What, neither choose nor wish to choose? and yet
I still must strive to win thee and constrain:
For thee I hung upon the cross in pain,
How then can I forget?
If thou as yet dost neither love, nor hate,
Nor choose, nor wish,--resign thyself, be still
Till I infuse love, hatred, longing, will.--
I do not deprecate.

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Authored By Grace

Have you considered how the story of your life would read in book form? Especially if it were written by someone who knew it as well as you. Remember each decision is a step in the journey that is your life. With Jesus as your editor in chief, the resulting story will be an eternal best seller.


One story of life is unfolding
With events occurring each day
The continuing story of my life
From a babe to hairs of gray.

God is moving my hand to write
A journal of my walk on earth,
Page upon page of decisions
Of fear and sorrow and mirth.

He helps me pick up the pen
And lays His great hand over mine,
Teaching me to write in His will
With strokes so artful and fine.

A mystically wonderful saga
Of a life lived in time and space,
This diary of daily living
One that is authored by grace.

Like a child who is learning
To write the language of school,
Help from the master's hand
Gives guidance in using the tool.

We, like the child appreciate
The initial aid of His hand
But soon strive to be free and
Independent whenever we can.

Desiring to write by ourselves
A story line authored by me,
With choices that I get to make
About new chapters yet to be.

Looking back on my journal
I can see each twist and turn,
And the times I wrote on my own
The hard lessons I had to learn.

Jesus take control of my hand
Guide the choice of each letter
Each word, sentence, and phrase.
As I write the rest of my days.

Let the conclusion of the matter
Show your hand set in place,
Writing the drama of my life
One that was authored by grace


Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
Hebrews 12:2




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In My Eyes

He's rough and lacks in etiquette,
Society would say.
He has no classy attributes,
To help him on his way.

He's not a fancy dresser,
And he's not so trimmed and neat.
With simple clothes and simple shoes,
He wears upon his feet.

He doesn't belong to a club,
Or drive a shiny car.
And when he takes vacations,
He does not go very far.

He doesn't dine on fine cuisine,
To him fast food's a treat.
And he may use a plastic fork,
When it is time to eat.

He has a modest little house,
But has all that he needs.
He keeps his lawn cut nice and short,
He even trims his weeds.

He works long hours at his job,
To make an average pay.
And even if he's sick or tired,
He goes to work each day.

His job is just a factory job,
His pay just makes ends meet.
But a few good friends and family,
Make his life complete.

He's not well versed in poetry,
Theater or the arts.
And wisdom is not something,
That he constantly imparts.

He loves the simple things in life,
For riches doesn't thirst.
He knows what is important,
And his family is put first.

The wealth that God has given him,
To treasure in his life,
A loving son and daughter,
And a very special wife.

He never has much money,
And his life is not a show,
But he is still the richest man,
That I will ever know.

To others he's a simple man,
And fame he's never had,
But he's the greatest man I know,
He also is my dad.



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Easter Blessing For You
http://www.ruthann1.com/EasterBlessingsForYou.htm

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Singing in the Daisies

Morning sounds all around.
The rooster cries, good morn.
The dew a twinkling, on the grass.
A new day, now is born.

Happy birds start singing;
Their lovely songs of love.
To our Heavenly Father,
Watching from above.

A prancing deer, seems in a rush;
He runs through nearby trees.
A busy little squirrel "chucks",
And rustles, through green leaves.

I'm walking through my garden;
At peace, I'm so content.
The breath, of it's refreshment;
I know is heaven sent.

The sun is shining brightly;
It's resting on my face.
It feels as though, I'm warmly hugged;
In loving arms, embrace.

Walking amongst God's flowers;
Each a special, painted art.
I'm singing in the daisies;
The song, "How Great Thou Art".

I lay, so happy, like a child;
Upon a patch of grass.
Watching fluffy clouds go by;
Winds blow, and gently pass.

I love the coolness of the grass.
It feels good on my toes.
I pick a pretty flower;
And hold it to my nose.

Creation is a work of love;
A very special gift.
A little heaven, here on earth;
To comfort, speak, and lift.

It makes a heart, start praising;
And praying lips, to sing,
While observing such perfect art;
Created by our God and King.

So take time, to smell the roses.
Run cool grass, between your toes.
Take the time, to praise the Lord.
Forget your world, of earthly woes.

Sing amongst the daisies,
Sweet melodies, of praise.
Our Lord, has richly blessed us;
In so many, many, different ways.


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God's Gift

When I first heard the gospel news,
It was revealed to me,
Why Jesus Christ came to this earth,
To die to set us free.
I'd like to share this news with you,
Why the Lord Jesus came,
So you can have this free gift too,
When you call upon his name.
I was told how in the beginning,
That the enemy of God,
Tricked Adam and Eve into eating,
Of the fruit that God forbid.

They disobeyed the sovereign Lord,
But not without a cost,
Through them sin came into the world,
Separating mankind from God.

But God so loved the world,
He gave Jesus, his only Son,
For no one can come to the Father,
Unless they come through him.

Led like a lamb to the slaughter,
To the cross at Calvary,
Blameless and pure, he paid our price,
When he died for you and me.

On that cruel cross he died in pain,
They laid him in a tomb,
But three days later, just like he said,
He rose to life again!

Oh, death where is your sting?
He showed the world that day,
In Christ we serve a risen Lord,
Who's alive in every way.

So be careful of false teachers,
So that you're not misled,
Their faith is not in Jesus Christ,
But in men who are long dead.

You may live a life of kindness,
Without Jesus, but this I've learned,
Good deeds lead not to salvation,
It's God's gift that cannot be earned.

Some say they have not sinned at all,
But if they read God's Word,
It says for all have sinned and fall
Short of the glory of God.

So take the gospel to your heart,
With God you always win,
Ask Jesus Christ to rule your life,
Confess all things to him.

When you realize the sacrifice
God made because he cares,
Get on your knees and tell the Lord,
These words in humble prayer.

Lord, Jesus I am a sinner,
I'm so sorry for my ways,
Thank you for dying for my sin,
Come into my life today.

If you should do this precious thing,
All angels will rejoice,
In heaven you have eternal life,
Because Jesus was your choice.

May his bright light shine out through you,
May it shine far and wide,
Showing others how their lives could be,
With Jesus by their side.

Please share your faith with others,
As someone did with me,
So they will know how to decide,
Where they'll spend eternity.

When you have times of trouble,
That are just too hard to bear
Remember who to go to,
Pray to our Lord who cares.

And with his gentle, humble heart,
Your soul will find its rest,
Take on his yoke and learn from him,
And your life will be truly blessed.

We should be ever watchful,
And holy in his sight,
For suddenly he will return,
As a thief comes in the night.

All will know the truth that day,
It says so in God's Word,
Every knee shall bow, every tongue confess,
That Jesus Christ is Lord!

To the glory of God the Father,


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Misunderstood (Knowing God)

It amazes me that a God so good
Is by many, so easily misunderstood
I think it's because we don't take the time
To learn that He is truly Divine

When we bring Him down to our level of humanity
We mistakenly underestimate His level of Sanctity
He is a stand-alone God, Perfect and Unique
But, not a cold transcendent being covered in mystique

A loving Father who gave His only Son
To die for us so our salvation could be won
He is matchless in every way beyond compare
Yet, He broke Himself into pieces so we could have a share

He is Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
A Trinity created to help us merit
All the riches in glory His Son has won
To share with all believers when our life is done

I ask you please, take a second look
At this awesome God whom you mistook
Let the warmth of His love set you on fire
Til His will for you becomes your main desire.


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The Mountain Spring

wandered down a mountain road,
Past flower and rock and lichen gray,
Alone with nature and her God
Upon a flitting summer day.

The forest skirted to the edge
Of Capon river, Hampshire's gem,
Which, bathing many a primrose ledge,
Oft sparkled like a diadem.

At length a silvery spring I spied,
Gurgling through moss and fern along,
Waiting to bless with cooling tide
All who were gladdened by its song.

Oh, who would pass with thirsting lip
And burning brow, this limpid wave?
Who would not pause with joy and sip?
Its crystal depths who would not crave?

This query woke a voice within-
Why slight the spring of God's great love,
That fount that cleanseth from all sin,
Our purchase paid by Christ above?

Whoever will may drink! Oh, why,
Worn toilers in this earthly strife,
Reject a mansion in the sky,
Reject heaven's bliss and endless life?

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