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"HE IS MY LORD"
He is the first and the last
The beginning and the end
He is the keeper of creation and the creator of all!
He is the architect of the universe, and the manager of all times.
He always was, He always is, and He always will be...
Unmoved, Unchanged, Undefeated, and never Undone!
He was bruised and brought healing!
He was pierced and eased pain!
He was persecuted and brought freedom!
He was dead and brought life!
He is risen and brings power!
He reigns and brings peace!
The world can't understand Him,
The armies can't defeat Him,
The schools can't explain Him, and
The leaders can't ignore Him.
Herod couldn't kill Him,
The pharisees couldn't confuse Him, and
The people couldn't hold Him!
Nero couldn't crush Him,
Hitler couldn't silence Him,
The new age can't replace Him, and
Donahue can't explain Him away!
He is light, love, longevity, and Lord.
He is goodness, kindness, gentleness, and God.
He is holy, righteous, mighty, powerful, and pure.
His ways are right,
His word is eternal,
His will is unchanging, and His mind is on me!
He is my redeemer,
He is my Saviour,
He is my guide, and
He is my peace!
He is my joy,
He is my comfort,
He is my Lord, and He rules my life!
I serve Him because His bond is love,
His burden is light, and His goal for me is abundant life.
I follow Him because He is the wisdom of the wise.
The power of the powerful,
The ancient of days.
The ruler of rulers, the leader of leaders,
The overseer of the overcomers,
And the sovereign Lord of all
That was and is and is to come.
And if that seems impressive to you, try this for size:
His goal is a relationship with ME!
He will never leave me, never forsake me
Never mislead me, never forget me, never overlook me, and
Never cancel my appointment in His appointment book!
When I fall, He lifts me up!
When I fail, He forgives!
When I am weak, He is strong!
When I am lost, He is the way!
When I am afraid, He is my courage!
When I stumble, He steadies me!
When I am hurt, He heals me!
When I am broken, He mends me!
When I am blind, He leads me!
When I am hungry, He feeds me!
When I face trials, He is with me!
When I face persecution, He shields me!
When I face problems, He comforts
When I face loss, He provides for me!
When I face death, He carries me home!
He is everything for everybody, everywhere,
every time, and every way!
He is God, He is faithful.
I am His and He is mine!
~Author Unknown To Me
A TRIBUTE TO THE BIBLE
The Bible is not an amulet, a charm, a fetish or a book that will work
wonders by its very presence. It is a book that will work wonders in every life, here and hereafter, if acted upon and obeyed in faith and sincerity. It is God's inspired revelation of the origin and destiny of all things,written in the simplest human language possible so that the most unlearned can understand and obey its teachings. It is self-interpreting and covers every subject of human knowledge and need now and forever.
As a literary composition, the Bible is the most remarkable book ever made.It is a divine library of 66 books, some of considerable size, and others no larger than a tract. These books include various forms of literature -history, biography, poetry, proverbial sayings, hymns, letters, directions for elaborate ritualistic worship, laws, parables, riddles, allegories,prophecy, drama, and others. They embrace all manner of literary styles in human expression.
It is the book that reveals the mind of God, the state of man, the way of Salvation, the doom of sinners, and the happiness of believers. Its
doctrines are Holy, its precepts binding, its histories true, and its
decisions immutable.
Read it to be wise, believe it to be safe, and practice it to be holy. The Bible contains light to direct you, food to support you, and comfort to cheer you. It is the travelers map, the pilgrim's staff, the pilots
compass, the soldier's sword, and the Christians charter. Here heaven is
opened, and the gates of hell disclosed. Christ is its grand subject, our good is its design, and the Glory of God its end. It should fill your memory, rule your heart, and guide your feet in true righteousness and true holiness.
Read it slowly, frequently, prayerfully, meditatively, searchingly,
devotionally, and study it constantly, perseveringly, and industriously.
Read it through and through until it becomes a part of your being and
generates faith that will move mountains.
The Bible is a mine of wealth, the source of health, and a world of
pleasure. It is given to you in this life, will be opened at the judgment,and will stand forever. It involves the highest responsibility, will reward the least to the greatest of labor, and will condemn all who trifle with its sacred contents.
Author Unknown To Me
Watch your thoughts; they become words
Watch your words; they become actions
Watch your actions; they become habits
Watch your habits; they become character
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny
Frank Outlaw
THANKS TO GOD
Hello God,
I called tonight
To talk a little while
I need a friend who'll listen
To my anxiety and trial.
You see, I can't quite make it
Through a day just on my own...
I need your love to guide me,
So I'll never feel alone..
I want to ask you please to keep
My family safe and sound.
Come and fill their lives with confidence
For whatever fate they're bound.
Give me faith, dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day,
And not to worry over things
I can't change in any way.
I thank you God for being home
And listening to my call,
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and I fall.
Your number, God, is the only one
That answers every time.
I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.
So thank you, God, for listening
To my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night, God, I love You too,
And I'll call again tomorrow!
Author Unknown To Me
OUR FATHER KNOWS BEST
Our Father knows what's best for us,
So why should we complain.
We always want the sunshine,
But He knows there must be rain.
We love the sound of laughter
And the merriment of cheer;
But our hearts would lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear.
Our Father tests us often
With suffering and with sorrow;
He tests us, not to punish us,
But to help us meet tomorrow.
For growing trees are strengthened
When they withstand the storm;
And the sharp cut of the chisel
Gives the marble grace and form.
God never hurts us needlessly,
And He never wastes our pain;
For every loss He sends to us
Is followed by rich gain.
And when we count the blessings
That God has so freely sent;
We will find no cause for murmuring
And no time to lament.
For Our Father loves His children,
And to Him all things are plain;
So He never sends us pleasure
When the soul's deep need is pain.
So whenever we are troubled,
And when everything goes wrong,
It is just God working in us
To make our spirits strong.
Author Unknown To Me
WAIT
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait."
"Wait? You say, wait! " my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate
hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
And Lord, You promised that if we believe
we need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting.... for what?"
He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want~~But, you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
You'd never experience that fullness of love,
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save.... (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.
You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that "My grace is sufficient for Thee."
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I'm doing in you!
So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, "WAIT."
- Author Unknown
DISAPPOINTMENT ~ HIS APPOINTMENT
“Disappointment ~ His Appointment”;
change one letter, then I see
that the thwarting of my purpose
is God’s better choice for me.
His appointment must be blessing
though it may come in disguise;
for the end, from the beginning,
open to His vision lies.
“Disappointment ~ His Appointment.”
Whose? The Lord who loves me best,
understands and knows me fully,
who my faith and love would test.
For like loving earthly parents
He rejoices when He knows
that His child accepts unquestioned
all that from His wisdom flows.
“Disappointment ~ His Appointment”;
no good things will He withhold.
From denials oft we gather
treasures of His love untold.
Well He knows each broken purpose
leads to a fuller, deeper trust,
and the end of all His dealings
proves our God is wise and just.
“Disappointment ~ His Appointment”;
Lord I take it then as such,
Like clay in the hands of the potter
Yielding wholly to His touch.
My life’s plan is all His molding;
Not a single choice be mine.
Let me answer unrepining,
“Father, not my will, but Thine.”
Author Unknown To Me
THE BLESSINGS OF A STORM
I did not know His love before,
The way I know it now.
I could not see my need for Him,
My pride would not allow.
I had it all, without a care,
The "self-sufficient" lie.
My path was smooth, my sea was still,
Not a cloud was in my sky.
I thought I knew His love for me,
I thought I'd seen His grace,
I thought I did not need to grow,
I thought I'd found my place.
But when the way grew rough and dark,
The storm clouds quickly rolled;
The waves began to rock my ship,
My anchor would not hold.
The ship that I had built myself
Was made of foolish pride.
It fell apart and left me bare,
With nowhere else to hide.
I had no strength or faith to face
The trials that lay ahead,
And so I simply prayed to Him
And bowed my weary head.
His loving arms enveloped me,
And then He helped me stand.
He said, "You still must face this storm,
But I will hold your hand."
So through the dark and lonely night
He guided me through pain.
I could not see the light of day
Or when the storm might wane.
Yet through the aches and endless tears,
My faith began to grow.
I could not see it at the time,
But my light began to glow.
I saw God's love in brand new light,
His grace and mercy, too.
For only when all self was gone
Could Jesus' love shine through.
It was not easy in the storm,
I sometimes wondered, "Why?"
At times I thought, "I can't go on."
I'd hurt and doubt and cry.
But Jesus never left my side,
He guided me each day.
Through pain and strife,
Through fire and flood,
He helped me all the way.
And now I see as never before
How great His love can be.
How in my weakness He is strong,
How Jesus cares for me!
He worked it all out for my good,
Although the way was rough.
He only sent what I could bear,
And then He cried, "Enough!"
He raised His hand and said, "Be still!"
He made the storm clouds cease.
He opened up the gates of joy
And flooded me with peace.
I see His face now clearer still,
I felt His presence strong.
I found anew His faithfulness,
He never did me wrong.
Now I know more storms will come,
But only for my good,
For pain and tears have helped me grow
As naught else ever could.
I still have so much more to learn
As Jesus works in me;
If in the storm I'll love Him more,
That's where I want to be.
Wendy Greiner Lefko
THE SINKING SUN
The nation's sun is sinking in the west.
God's bounteous day of grace will soon be o'er,
The fleeting hour of the world's unrest
Are filled with deepest sin and sorrow sore.
To millions now our hearts are strangely drawn,
Men looking for the light in every land.
their restless hearts are waiting for the dawn,
And lo! the day is past - the night at hand.
With world-wide armies training for the fray,
False prophets still speak forth the words of peace,
And Brown-shirts, Black-shirts, Red-shirts hail the day
Of their great glory with its swift increase.
"O fools and slow of heart," why will ye spurn
All that the prophets and their Lord proclaim?
Man's day is dying! Turn, ye people, turn,
Before the night shall end man's boasted fame.
Though men His word of prophecy despise,
Yet God hath spoken - and His word is true:
Our Christ is coming! Christian, lift your eyes
And pledge your life and love to Him anew
Albert Simpson Reitz
WHY CHRIST CAME
From highest heights the Savior came
To deepest depths of lowest shame;
From palaces of ivory
To humble cradle in the hay.
From form of God to human child,
From Ruler to a servant mild;
From riches vast, to poverty,
From glory to humility.
From worship by celestial throng,
To be the theme of drunkards' song;
From fellowship with God on high
To be forsaken and to die!
Why should He come and pay the price
Of such an awful sacrifice?
Why did he come and bear the Cross
And suffer such tremendous loss?
Because He wanted us to be
With Him throughout eternity:
That all who love Him now might share
Celestial joys and mansions fair.
That perfect bodies without pain
Might be our everlasting gain;
That's why from highest heights He came
To deepest depths of lowest shame.
Marie Olson
ˆˆ Lost . . . A Word ˆˆ
I lost a word yesterday,
Unguarded, from my tongue;
It slipped into the atmosphere-
Then trouble had begun.
A dozen others followed it;
They filled the room with grief,
No matter then what word was said,
It could not bring relief.
If only I had stopped that word
Before it crossed my lips,
My day had been a happy one-
And sweet with fellowships.
I think I wasted yesterday,
Hurt self as well as friend,
Today I want to watch my words,
And let not one offend.
Gertrude McDaniel
PRAYER
"Only a child gets Prayer answered; a wise man does not!"Oswald Chambers
"The reason we do not Pray is that we do not own Jesus Christ as Master!"Oswald Chambers
"The KEY to all of our WORK for God is that one word - PRAY!"Oswald Chambers
"It is always a wonder when God answers prayer!"Oswald Chambers
Oh!, the levels and depths of our latent unbelief!
"Prayer is easy to us because of what it cost God to enable us to pray!"Oswald Chambers
"The real reason for prayer is intimacy of Relationship with our Father in Heaven!"Oswald Chambers
"The very powers of darkness are paralyzed by prayer!"Oswald Chambers
"It's no use praying unless we are living as children of God!"Oswald Chambers
A prayer of unbelief is 'double-mindedness'! Jas 1:5-8
This is your reassurance for today. Remember Proverbs 3:5-6
Continue to lift your eyes to the hills and just pray. God is still in control. Love, Renee'
I've cried to God as I've beheld
The world wrapped up in fear
Of lack and death and war that looms
To snatch lives held so dear
I said, "My God! - Have you not heard
The newsmen on TV?!
Do you not know the shape we're in?!
Do you not care for me?!"
"I'm scared, Dear Jesus! - Help us! - Please!
There's news of fear and war
And I'm afraid, Lord - I admit! -
Of what might be in store."
"Peace, be still, My child," He said
"And hear now what I say
For I have seen and heard the cries
Of those who, to Me, pray.
"Keep your eyes upon ME now
Not what you hear or see
And, as you do, you'll keep My peace -
IF your mind stays on ME!"
"It matters not what one man says
Or even many more
For I am God, and I decide
Each day what lies in store."
"I've told you there would be such times
When, of these things, You'd hear
I told you so you'd be PREPARED
And FULL OF PEACE, not fear."
"For all these things MUST be fulfilled
Yet MY WORD fails not
For I AM still your Hiding Place
As all the fires rage hot."
"You're hid beneath MY shadow now
And you can rest in Me
Yes you can trust My Words of LOVE
To last eternally."
"For I'm your Father, Counselor, Friend
Your Alpha and your End
And if this was the world's last day
Be sure, for you, I'd send."
"I've promised I'd save you a place
If you would stay in Me
Stay pure and faithful, eyes on Me
And, victory, you'll see."
"I can't tell you if it's 'the end' -
NO human man can know
But I CAN tell you, it IS close,
So be prepared to go."
"Each day I give you, reach in love
To save another soul
For snatching them from Me for Hell
Is truly Satan's goal."
"Occupy until I come
Live each day FULL in ME
Just keep your eyes upon MY face
And know that I DO see."
"I see the world, I see YOUR LIFE
And I DO care for YOU
And know, no matter WHAT occurs
My love for you stands
"I'm Alpha and Omega - God -
I'm King and Lord of ALL
I'll be right near to care for you
As, on My name, you call."
"For I can change the hearts of Kings
And I, their hearts, do try
And I'M the one who formed this world
And says when it shall die."
"So, USE this time to SEEK THE LOST
And tell them of My Love
That they, too, may be saved and live
With Me, again, above."
"Don't listen to fear's voice - hear MINE!
Then STAND on what you've heard
Don't fear yours or the world's fate -
It's destined by MY WORD."
"Keep your eyes on ME, My Child,
And let Me wipe each tear
For I am God and IN CONTROL -
So live in peace, not fear."
Joni Ames
1Pe 4:17
For the time is come that judgment must
begin at the house of God: and if it first
begin at us, what shall the end be of them
that obey not the gospel of God.
THE CHURCH AND THE WORLD
The Church and the world walked far apart
On the changing shores of time:
The world was singing a giddy song,
And the Church a hymn sublime.
"Come, give me your hand", cried the merry world,
"And walk with me this way."
But the good Church hid her snowy hand,
And solemnly answered "Nay!"
"Nay, walk with me but a little space",
Said the world with a kindly air,
"The road I walk is a pleasant road,
And the sun shines always there.
"My path, you see, is a broad, fair path,
And my gate is high and wide;
"There is room enough for you and for me
To travel side by side",
Half-shyly the Church approached the world
And gave him her hand of snow;
The old world grasped it and walked along,
Saying in accents low:
"Your dress is too simple to suit my taste;
I will give you pearls to wear;
"Rich velvet and silk for your graceful form
And diamonds to deck your hair."
The church looked down on her plain, white robes
And then at the dazzling world,
And blushed as she saw his handsome lip
With a smile contemptuous curled.
"I will change my dress for a costlier one",
Said the Church with a smile of grace;
Then her pure white garments drifted away,
And the world gave her in place
Beautiful satins and shining silks,
And roses, and gems and pearls;
And over her forehead her bright hair fell,
Crisped in a thousand curls.
"Your house is too plain", said the proud old world,
"I’ll build you one like mine;
Carpets of Brussels and curtains of lace,
And furniture ever so fine.
And he bought her a costly and beautiful home;
Splendid it was to behold;
Her sons and her beautiful daughters dwelt there,
Gleaming in purple and gold.
And fairs and shows in the halls were held,
And the world and his children were there;
And laughter and music and feasts were heard
In the place that was meant for prayer.
The Angel of Mercy flew over the Church,
And whispered, "I know thy sin."
The Church looked back with a sigh
And longed to gather her children in.
"Your preachers are all too old and plain",
Said the gay old world with a sneer.
"They frighten my children with dreadful tales
Which I like not for them to hear.
"They talk of brimstone and fire and pain,
And the horrors of endless night;
"They talk of a place that should never at all
Be mentioned in ears polite.
"I shall send you some of the better stamp,
Brilliant and gay and fast,
"Who will tell them that people may live as they list
And go to heaven at last."
"The sons of the world and the sons of the church
Walked closely, Hand and heart,
And only the Master Who knoweth all
Could tell the two apart.
Then the church sat down at her ease and said,
"I am rich and in goods increased;
"I have need of nothing, have nought to do
But to laugh and dance and feast."
The sly world heard her and laughed in his sleeve,
And mockingly said aside,
"The church is fallen, the beautiful church,
And her shame is her boast and pride."
Author Unknown To Me
The Master's Way
Not ours to know the reason why,
Unanswered is our prayer,
But ours to wait for God's own time
To lift the cross we bear.
Not ours to know the reason why
From loved ones we must part,
But ours to live in faith and hope,
Though bleeding be the heart.
Not ours to know the reason why
This anguish, strife and pain,
But ours to know a crown of thorns,
Thy grace for us to gain.
A cross, a bleeding heart, a crown,
What greater gifts are given?
Be still, my heart, and murmur not,
These are the keys to heaven.
'Tis ours to know the better part,
Whereby a crown is won,
Then loving God I ask not why,
"Thy will, not mine, be done."
Yea, Thy way, Lord, not mine, I pray;
I give to Thee my will,
And humbly seek Thy grace and aid,
This better part to fill.
It was not always thus with me,
I loved my way the best,
But that is past, Thy way is mine,
In it alone is rest.
~Author Unknown To Me
Dr. Neil Chadwick's Christian Poems
Eliz
I wanted to thank you
For all the time you spend,
Sending us a "Happy"
Before each day's end.
Some days we might have
A cloud to come along,
Here comes your email
To encourage us on.
Today, as I forwarded
Precious email you sent,
How could I not think
What friendship has meant?
Yes, your email brought smiles
As soon as I read the words,
And now I send to you
A poem as a reward.
July 19, 2000 A. Galloway
Thank you so very much Annette, I love the poem that you wrote for me, and I love you. To God Alone Be The Glory. I will always cherish it.
Love, Eliz
This is a beautiful poem someone wrote. I don't know who the author is but it helps to express my appreciation to you Eliz!!
LOL~ from Jenny †
Did Anyone Ever Tell You,
Just how special you are
The Light that You Emit
Might even Light a Star
Did Anyone Ever Tell You
How Important You Make Others Feel
Somebody out here is Smiling
About Love that is so Real
Did Anyone Ever Tell You
Many Times,When They were Sad
Your E-mail made Them Smile a bit
In Fact It made Them Glad
For the Time You Spend Sending Things
And Sharing whatever You Find
There are No Words to Thank You
But Somebody,Thinks You're Fine
Did Anyone Ever Tell You
Just How Much They Love You
Well, My Dearest " Online " Friend
Today I am Telling You
~Author Unknown
Take care and God bless. Pray fervently for the unsaved.
Thank You so very much for your thoughtful ways Jenny.
I love you, and To God Alone Be The Glory.
Love, Eliz
The Fear Of God
Woke up one day, and it was too late
Was at the end of my life, and it was time to pay the price,
Came for my soul!
I wasn't ready, body limper than spaghetti,
Too scared to leave, the people that I love,
Gonna forget me, but it's my due date to face the Lord
And his Son, and though I knew who they was,
"I NEVER KNEW WHO THEY WAS"
My wildest dreams,never forseen,
How he control what He does,kinda believed,
But I ain't really have the fear and the trust.
Now I was standing wit the one who created my life,
"Mixed Emotions"I don't know if I should scream or cry,
Had the audacity to think about telling a lie!So Stupid.
He shook his head while He was reading my mind,
Said,Ima show you,how you sat around and wasted ya time.
Seen a maze with all the things I could'a reached,if I climbed,
Couldn't believe what I was seeing,wit my own 2 eyes,
All the things I should'a been
I never thought about trying,
I chose the opposite way of my dreams for crime,
Drug dealer, cold killer, and a dispicable liar;
Fornicating whoremonger, a vicious fiend for desire,
And anybody that ain't care was the type I admired,
Now I was pleading that the Lord ain't throw me in hell,
"Please God" Give Me A Chance, and I swear I won't fail!
He smiled...closed my eyes and He disappeared,
Woke up in jail the next morning, and I was finally Scared.
~By Blue, My Nephew
DO YOU BELIEVE IN EASTER?
Edith Burns was a wonder Christian who lived in San Antonio, Texas. She was the patient of a doctor by the name of Will Phillips. Dr. Phillips was a gentle doctor who saw patients as people.
His favorite patient was Edith Burns. One morning he went to his office with a heavy heart. It was because of Edith Burns. When he walked into the waiting room, there sat Edith with her BIG BLACK BIBLE in her lap, and she was earnestly talking to a young mother sitting beside her. Edith Burns had a habit of introducing herself in this way. "Hello, my name is Edith Burns. Do you believe in Easter?" Then she would explain the meaning of Easter, and many times people would be saved.
When Dr. Phillips walked into the office, there was the head nurse, Beverly. Beverly had first met Edith when she was taking her blood pressure. Edith began by saying, "My name is Edith Burns. Do you believe in Easter?" Beverly had said, "Why, yes I do." Edith said, "Well what do you believe about Easter?" "Well, it's all about egg hunts, going to church, and dressing up.", replied Beverly. Edith kept pressing her about the real meaning of Easter, and finally led her to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.
After remembering this, Dr. Phillips said, "Beverly, don't call Edith into the office quite yet. I believe there is another delivery taking place in the waiting room.
After being called back in the doctor's office, Edith sat down and when she took a look at the doctor, she said, "Dr. Will, why are you so sad? Are you reading your Bible? Are you praying?" Dr. Phillips said gently, "Edith, I'm the doctor and you're the patient." With a heavy heart he said, "Your lab report came back and it says you have cancer, and Edith, you're not going to live very long."
"Why Will Phillips, shame on you! Why are you so sad? Do you think God makes mistakes? You have just told me I'm going to see my precious Lord Jesus, my husband, and my friends. You have told me that I am going to celebrate Easter forever, and here you are having difficulty giving me my ticket!" Dr. Phillips thought to himself, "What a magnificent woman this Edith Burns is!"
Edith continued coming to Dr. Phillips. Christmas came and the office was closed through January 3rd. On the day the office opened, Edith did not show up. Later that afternoon, Edith called Dr. Phillips and said she would have to be moving her "story" to the hospital and said, "Will, I'm very near home, so would you make sure that they put women in here next to me in my room who need to know about Easter?"
Well, they did that and women began to come in and share that room with Edith. Many women were saved. Everybody on that floor from staff to patients were so excited about Edith. They started calling her Edith Easter, that is, everyone except Phyllis Cross, the head nurse.
Phyllis made it plain that she wanted nothing to do with Edith because she was a "religious nut." She had been a nurse in an army hospital. She had seen it all and heard it all. She was the original G.I. Jane. She had been married three times, was hard, cold and did everything by the book.
One morning the two nurses who were to attend to Edith were sick. Edith has the flu, and Phyllis Cross had to go in and give her a shot. When she walked in, Edith had a big smile on her face and said, "Phyllis, God loves you and I love you, and I have been praying for you." Phyllis Cross replied coldly, "Well, you can quit praying for me, it won't work! I'm not interested!"
Edith said, "Well, I pray and I have asked God not to let me go home until you come into the family." Phyllis Cross said, "Then you will never die, because that will never happen.", and curtly walked out of the room.
Every day Phyllis Cross would walk into the room and Edith would say, "God loves you Phyllis, and I love you, and I'm praying for you."
One day Phyllis Cross said she was literally drawn to Edith's room like a magnet would draw iron. She sat down on the bed and Edith said, "I'm so glad you have come because God told me that today is your special 'day'."
Phyllis Cross said, Edith, you have asked everybody here the question, 'Do you believe in Easter?', but you have never asked me." Edith said, "Phyllis, I wanted to many times, but God told me to wait until you asked, and now that you have asked..." Edith Burns took her Bible and shared with Phyllis Cross the Easter Story of the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Edith asked, "Phyllis, do you believe in Easter? Do you believe that Jesus Christ is alive and that He wants to live in your heart?" Phyllis Cross said, "Oh, I want to believe that with all my heart, and I do want Jesus in my life." Right there, Phyllis Cross prayed and invited Jesus Christ in her heart. For the first time, Phyllis Cross did not walk out of a hospital room, she was feeling lifted up by Christ.
Two days later, as Phyllis Cross walked into Edith's room, she said, "Why Edith, it's Good Friday." Edith replied, "Oh, no, for you every day is Easter. Happy Easter Phyllis!" Two days later, on Easter Sunday, Phyllis Cross came into work, did some of her duties, then went down to the flower shop to buy some Easter Lilies and wish Edith a Happy Easter. When she walked into Edith's room, Edith was in bed. That BIG BLACK BIBLE was on her lap. Her hands were in the Bible. There was a sweet smile on her face. When Phyllis Cross went to pick up Edith's hand, she realized Edith was dead.
Edith's left hand was on John 14: 2 -3 "In my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also."
Edith's right hand was on Revelation 21:4, "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away."
Phyllis Cross took one look at the soulless body, and then lifted her face toward heaven, and with tears streaming down her cheeks, said "Happy Easter Edith - Happy Easter!"
Phyllis cross left Edith's body, walked out of the room, and over to a table where two student nurses were sitting, She said, "My name is Phyllis Cross. Do you believe in Easter?"
I Traveled On My Knees...
Last night I took a journey to Israel across the seas;
I did not go by boat or plane, I traveled on my knees.
I saw so many people there with scars and wounds within,
But God told me I should go,there was oil to pour from Him.
I replied, "Lord, I cannot go and work with such as these,"
He answered quickly, "Yes you can by traveling on your knees."
He said, "You pray, I'll meet their need, you call, and I will hear;
Be concerned about the fate of those both far and near."
And so I tried it knelt in prayer, gave up some hours of ease;
I felt the Lord right by my side while traveling on my knees.
As I prayed on and saw them helped, the badly wounded healed,
I saw God's workers' strength renewed while laboring on the field.
I said, "Yes, Lord, I have a job my desire Thy will to please,
I can go and heed Thy call by traveling on my knees."
~Adapted from a poem by Sandra Goodwin
"A Little Prayer"
In the morning gives the day a better start
Because it seems to open up the windows of the heart,
And like a ray of sunshine, faith comes beaming in
To brighten hopes and wishes, as each new day begins.
La 3:22-23
It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
I Said, God Said
I looked in the mirror and I said, "I'm fat."
God answered and said, "You're beautiful."
I looked within and I said, "I'm sinful."
The Father answered and said, "You're forgiven."
I looked for friendship and I said, "I'm lonely."
Jesus answered and said, "You're mine."
I looked for satisfaction and love and I said, "I'm empty"
The Holy Spirit answered and said, "You're filled."
I looked for love and I said, "I'm undesirable."
God answered and said "You're precious."
I looked to God and I said, "I need You."
He answered and said "I'm here"
by A.W. Palmer
Just As I Am
Just as I am without one plea
But that Thy blood was shed for me
And that Thou biddst me come to Thee
O Lamb of God, I come, I come !
Just as I am and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot;
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come !
Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come !
Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yes, Thine alone,
Oh Lamb of God, I come, I come !
By;Charlotte Elliott
Charlotte Elliott was born in 1803, found the Lord and penned this precious tune at the age of thirty six. An evangelist had made a deep and marked impression on her life and on her very being when he made this statement to her. "You must come just as you are, a sinner, to the Lamb of God that has taken away the sin of the world"
IF I...
If I could go back and undo,
Some wrongs I've done along the way;
And know that wounds that I have caused,
Were healed of all the scars today.
If steps I've caused someone to take,
By thoughtless ways in which I've trod;
Have led to a confused estate,
Instead of simple trust in God.
If someone still wanders on,
Who followed my unsteady track;
And lost his way for lack of light,
Because my lantern glove was black.
If I could gather up and bind,
The wasted years that I have spent;
And treat them as they'd never been,
Today I'd be much more content.
I'm pardoned from my undone past...
But even so, the hurt is done;
For out there somewhere in the dark,
A soul is lost I might have won.
By Richard M. Gunn
Poet Laureate of Tennessee
"A Reason For Thanksgiving"
With roasted turkey, and giblet dressing,
Let's remember why God gave us His blessings.
Turkeys and pilgrims are an important tradition.
But, it is God who saves us from opposition.
America should have perished under fire.
But, Saints of old, cried their heart's desire.
"Save our nation, Lord," heard in the heavens above.
A merciful Father, once again showed His love.
Spaniards, British, He intervened again and again.
A cry "One Nation Under God, " came from citizens.
Civil war divided, world wars tried to tear us down.
"Lord of Glory," kept His Hand on us, our nation's sound.
As you sit before your festive table, reverently bow.
Remembering who secured your freedom, then and now.
Our Lord provided the turkey, sweet potatoes, too.
Taking time to thank Him, is the least we can do.
Written by Terry L. Richardson
©November 11, 1998
Samuel Adams wrote after all the delegates had signed the Declaration of Independence, "We have this day restored the Sovereign to whom all men ought to be obedient. He reigns in heaven, and from the rising of the setting of the sun, let His Kingdom come."
"Veteran Warrior"
My Heart knows the pain of battle.
My soul's touched scars of war.
'Tho my face has erased the pain
My life was broken and torn.
I've watched comrades in battle,
Victim -- mortal wounds of pride.
I tried helping them to their feet
But their healing they denied.
My eyes beheld soldiers captured,
I saw them pull arrows inside.
Forgetting to call on Jesus' Name
I wept as they rebelliously died.
In battle, I lost sight of my General.
I took my eyes off a prize, so dear.
Instead I ran in front of His Scepter.
Fell on my face in great fear.
General, came from the front lines
Offered me His Nail Scarred Hands.
Repenting, I arose from my injuries.
Sights no longer on mortal man.
Oh! My spirit has been in battle.
Now, I carry His Banner high.
King Jesus leads my regiment.
Defeats every enemy's lie.
Written by Terry Richardson
© Feb. 17, 2000
"COUNT"
Count your blessings instead of your crosses,
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes,
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears,
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full health instead of your wealth.
COUNT ON GOD INSTEAD OF YOURSELF!
~Author Unknown To Me
Where is the Love of Jesus?
Cold and tired the poor man walked all alone.
An old wool coat and hat is all that he owned.
He walked up to the little church and opened up the door
They looked down the isle at him, at this wretched man so poor.
Where is the love of Jesus for this man who came in here?
Why didn't they offer to him a hand and draw him near?
Why did they have to shun him, and turn away from him?
This man so poor and broken, and hungry to love them.
The poor man walked down the isle and sat where none would stay.
He looked over with tears flowing as the church folks moved away.
He listened to the talk of love and the next soft ball game.
Then leaning across the pulpit preacher said get cleaned up or stay away.
Where is the love of Jesus for this man who came in here?
Why didn't they offer to him a hand and draw him near?
Why did they have to shun him, and turn away from him?
This man so poor and broken, and hungry to love them.
The poor man rose slowly and headed for the door.
No one got up to help him, after all he was so poor.
They didn't see the blood stains that scarred upon his head.
From the briary crown of thorns or the blood that he had shed.
Where is the love of Jesus for this man who came in here?
Why didn't they offer to him a hand and draw him near?
Couldn't they see into his eyes, the man that was within.
Couldn't they see it was Jesus, who saved their souls from sin.
Written by Terry L. Richardson
©Oct. 24, 1999
TRichar384@aol.com
There comes a time when we must clean out the closets of our lives, so that we may have room for items that will enhance our life. Let's search the closets of our lives, and make a trip to the wastebasket today. Throw away any hatred that may be lurking there, and be sure to toss jealousy, bad attitudes, dishonesty, complaints, hypocrisy, which are all sin. Before you finish, throw away that grudge you have been holding against someone.
There's room now to add love, honesty, forgiveness and kindness. Not to mention thankfulness for all of God's blessings. Go on and make room for reverence, and respect of God from whom all good, and perfect gifts come. Stand back and look. Your life's closet is looking better, isn't it? Take a moment today to spring clean your heart. Ask God to come in, and if He finds anything else that shouldn't be there, ask Him to take it out, so that you can live holy and right!
Amen
This was sent to me from my very dear friend Mary Ann Hilt.
It is something that we need to do on a regular basis.
REMEMBER ME!
Take this Bread and eat,
This is my Body broken for you.
When you eat this symbol,
Remember how much I love you.
On the cross I hung helplessly,
For your sins I died.
Take this Bread and eat it,
Many tears for you, I cried.
Take this Cup in Remembrance of Me,
My Blood it represents.
Remember it flowed down to the ground
For all who repent.
I did not die in vain, my child,
But died to set you free.
From death, sin, and the grave,
That blinded minds may see.
Remember how I knew you,
Before the foundation of the earth.
When no one else was with you,
I was with you before your birth.
Remember that I love you,
And will be right by your side.
So take my Holy Communion,
For you, my child, I died.
Take my hand, I will lead you,
Through dark times, and through light.
My yoke, my child, is easy.
I will be there in the night.
And when your time is over,
And your heart beats it's last beat.
Remember me, my cherished one,
I'll remember you, at the judgment seat.
Written by Terry L. Richardson
© Oct. 31, 1999
"WHISPER JESUS"
Today I got a burden,
And I felt that I should pray,
For God's spirit seemed to tell me,
That you were having a bad day.
I don't know just what that problem is,
But I sure do know the cure,
And if you'll only let Him,
God will keep you safe and secure.
In life there's always problems,
Cropping up to spoil our day,
But my friend, you know the answer,
All you have to do, is "PRAY."
If you still feel you're defeated,
And you want to run and hide,
Just reach out, and I'll be there,
Standing right there by your side.
So remember-- WHISPER JESUS,
For He's just a prayer away,
He's so close that you can touch Him,
All you have to do, is "pray"
~Author Unknown To Me
"Forever Friends"
Sometimes in life
You find a special friend
Someone who changes your life
Just by being a part of it
Someone who makes you laugh
Until you can't stop
Someone who makes you believe
That there really is good in the world
Someone who convinces you
That there really is an unlocked door
Just waiting for you to open it
This is a forever friendship
When you're down
And the world seems dark and empty
Your forever friend lifts you in spirit
And makes that dark and empty world
Suddenly seem bright and full
Your forever friend gets you through
The hard times, the sad times,
And the confused times
If you turn and walk away
Your forever friend follows
If you lose your way
Your forever friend guides you
And cheers you on
Your forever friend holds your hand
And tells you that things
Will be okay
And if you find such a friend
You feel happy and complete
You have a forever friend for life
And forever has NO end
©Carlo Martini
This poem is dedicated to Mary Ann Hilt from Eliz Young.
You may reach Carlo by email at:
cmartini@accesscable.net
"FRIENDSHIP"
I had some free time, so what did I do?
I checked the computer to see if I'd heard from you.
I used to walk out to a box to retrieve mail
But I'd rather get it instantly than wait on the snail...
Checking my email is always fun
I usually get a joke or greeting from someone.
I feel so blessed because on the other end
I know I've connected with a friend.
When I've had a hard day and need to share
Here I can find a friend who will listen and care.
and to this friend I hope I've let them know
That I am always there for them also.
Isn't it a strange kind of bond we form?
It isn't exactly like the "norm"
But where is it written, face to face we have to be
For you to be a very good friend to me?
That little joke, or note, or even just a simple "Hi"
Could be like a ray of sunshine from the sky.
So my online-pals, this is dedicated to you
For all the smiles you have made anew.
May our friendship continue to grow
And the warmth we feel continue to flow.
Always remember this....
A smile is such an easy thing
To pass along the way,
Like a ray of summer sunshine
On a somewhat gloomy day.
So pass one on to those you meet
Then watch that person's face...
And feel the warmth as it's returned;
It's called a "smile embrace."
Author Unknown To Me
I Asked The Lord To Bless You
Sent to me from my friend ~ Annette Galloway
I asked the Lord to bless you
As I prayed for you today
To guide you and protect you
As you go along your way....
His love is always with you
His promises are true,
And when we give Him all our cares
You know He will see us through
So when the road you're traveling on
Seems difficult at best
Just remember I'm here praying
And God will do the rest.
~Author Unknown To Me
"Hear The Footsteps"
Hear the footsteps on Christmas Eve
Of a small donkey as he's led along.
He's carrying a Lady that is with Child.
A beast of burden to us he's known.
Can't you hear angels as they sing?
Heaven's bells most soundly ring.
Step softly, angels surely whisper,
As not to awaken our future King.
Oh! Little donkey it's an honor
To carry God's Unborn Son.
You're toting the Blessed Mother.
Your back she rides upon.
At a later time in this Child's life
He'll be carried again upon a donkey.
Amidst branches and palms He'll ride.
With His believers by His side.
~A. Galloway Dec. 17, 1999
Reflections of a Mother...
I gave you life, but cannot live it for you.
I can teach you things, but I cannot make you learn.
I can give you directions, but I cannot be there to lead you.
I can allow you freedom, but I cannot account for it.
I can take you to church, but I cannot make you believe.
I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot always decide for you.
I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I can not make you beautiful inside.
I can offer you advice, but I cannot accept it for you.
I can give you love, but I cannot force it upon you.
I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish.
I can teach you respect, but I cannot force you to show honor.
I can advise you about friends, but cannot choose them for you.
I can advise you about sex, but I cannot keep you pure.
I can tell you the facts of life, but I can't build your reputation.
I can tell you about drink, but I can't say "no" for you.
I can warn you about drugs, but I can't prevent you from using them.
I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can't achieve them for you.
I can teach you about kindness, but I can't force you to be gracious.
I can warn you about sins, but I cannot make you moral.
I can love you as a child, but I cannot place you in God's family.
I can pray for you, but I cannot make you walk with God.
I can teach you about Jesus, but I cannot make Jesus your Lord.
I can tell you how to live, but I cannot give you eternal life.
~Author Unknown To Me
"Untitled"
"Life without purpose is barren indeed.
There can't be a harvest unless you plant seed.
There can't be attainment unless there's a goal.
And man's but an object unless there's a soul.
If we send no ships out, no ships will come in.
And unless there's a contest, nobody can win.
For games can't be won unless they are played.
And prayers won't be answered unless they are prayed."
Author Unknown To Me
"SMILE"
Smiling is infectious,
you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.
I passed around the corner
and someone saw my grin
When he smiled I realized
I'd passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile
then I realized its worth,
A single smile, just like mine
could travel round the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected
Let's start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!
~Author Unknown To Me
All people smile in the same language.
Keep the smile going by sending this on to a friend.
Everyone needs a smile!!!
"IF JESUS CAME TO YOUR HOUSE"
If I have used anyone's copyrighted material without permission, I assure you this is not intentional. Please e-mail me at heneliz@aol.com and I will be happy to remove it, or if you care to give me permission to use your poem, it would be a blessing to all. Thank you and may God bless.
"HE IS MY LORD"
He is the first and the last
The beginning and the end
He is the keeper of creation and the creator of all!
He is the architect of the universe, and the manager of all times.
He always was, He always is, and He always will be...
Unmoved, Unchanged, Undefeated, and never Undone!
He was bruised and brought healing!
He was pierced and eased pain!
He was persecuted and brought freedom!
He was dead and brought life!
He is risen and brings power!
He reigns and brings peace!
The world can't understand Him,
The armies can't defeat Him,
The schools can't explain Him, and
The leaders can't ignore Him.
Herod couldn't kill Him,
The pharisees couldn't confuse Him, and
The people couldn't hold Him!
Nero couldn't crush Him,
Hitler couldn't silence Him,
The new age can't replace Him, and
Donahue can't explain Him away!
He is light, love, longevity, and Lord.
He is goodness, kindness, gentleness, and God.
He is holy, righteous, mighty, powerful, and pure.
His ways are right,
His word is eternal,
His will is unchanging, and His mind is on me!
He is my redeemer,
He is my Saviour,
He is my guide, and
He is my peace!
He is my joy,
He is my comfort,
He is my Lord, and He rules my life!
I serve Him because His bond is love,
His burden is light, and His goal for me is abundant life.
I follow Him because He is the wisdom of the wise.
The power of the powerful,
The ancient of days.
The ruler of rulers, the leader of leaders,
The overseer of the overcomers,
And the sovereign Lord of all
That was and is and is to come.
And if that seems impressive to you, try this for size:
His goal is a relationship with ME!
He will never leave me, never forsake me
Never mislead me, never forget me, never overlook me, and
Never cancel my appointment in His appointment book!
When I fall, He lifts me up!
When I fail, He forgives!
When I am weak, He is strong!
When I am lost, He is the way!
When I am afraid, He is my courage!
When I stumble, He steadies me!
When I am hurt, He heals me!
When I am broken, He mends me!
When I am blind, He leads me!
When I am hungry, He feeds me!
When I face trials, He is with me!
When I face persecution, He shields me!
When I face problems, He comforts
When I face loss, He provides for me!
When I face death, He carries me home!
He is everything for everybody, everywhere,
every time, and every way!
He is God, He is faithful.
I am His and He is mine!
~Author Unknown To Me
A TRIBUTE TO THE BIBLE
The Bible is not an amulet, a charm, a fetish or a book that will work
wonders by its very presence. It is a book that will work wonders in every life, here and hereafter, if acted upon and obeyed in faith and sincerity. It is God's inspired revelation of the origin and destiny of all things,written in the simplest human language possible so that the most unlearned can understand and obey its teachings. It is self-interpreting and covers every subject of human knowledge and need now and forever.
As a literary composition, the Bible is the most remarkable book ever made.It is a divine library of 66 books, some of considerable size, and others no larger than a tract. These books include various forms of literature -history, biography, poetry, proverbial sayings, hymns, letters, directions for elaborate ritualistic worship, laws, parables, riddles, allegories,prophecy, drama, and others. They embrace all manner of literary styles in human expression.
It is the book that reveals the mind of God, the state of man, the way of Salvation, the doom of sinners, and the happiness of believers. Its
doctrines are Holy, its precepts binding, its histories true, and its
decisions immutable.
Read it to be wise, believe it to be safe, and practice it to be holy. The Bible contains light to direct you, food to support you, and comfort to cheer you. It is the travelers map, the pilgrim's staff, the pilots
compass, the soldier's sword, and the Christians charter. Here heaven is
opened, and the gates of hell disclosed. Christ is its grand subject, our good is its design, and the Glory of God its end. It should fill your memory, rule your heart, and guide your feet in true righteousness and true holiness.
Read it slowly, frequently, prayerfully, meditatively, searchingly,
devotionally, and study it constantly, perseveringly, and industriously.
Read it through and through until it becomes a part of your being and
generates faith that will move mountains.
The Bible is a mine of wealth, the source of health, and a world of
pleasure. It is given to you in this life, will be opened at the judgment,and will stand forever. It involves the highest responsibility, will reward the least to the greatest of labor, and will condemn all who trifle with its sacred contents.
Author Unknown To Me
Watch your thoughts; they become wordsWatch your words; they become actions
Watch your actions; they become habits
Watch your habits; they become character
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny
Frank Outlaw
THANKS TO GOD
Hello God,
I called tonight
To talk a little while
I need a friend who'll listen
To my anxiety and trial.
You see, I can't quite make it
Through a day just on my own...
I need your love to guide me,
So I'll never feel alone..
I want to ask you please to keep
My family safe and sound.
Come and fill their lives with confidence
For whatever fate they're bound.
Give me faith, dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day,
And not to worry over things
I can't change in any way.
I thank you God for being home
And listening to my call,
For giving me such good advice
When I stumble and I fall.
Your number, God, is the only one
That answers every time.
I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.
So thank you, God, for listening
To my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night, God, I love You too,
And I'll call again tomorrow!
Author Unknown To Me
OUR FATHER KNOWS BEST
Our Father knows what's best for us,
So why should we complain.
We always want the sunshine,
But He knows there must be rain.
We love the sound of laughter
And the merriment of cheer;
But our hearts would lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear.
Our Father tests us often
With suffering and with sorrow;
He tests us, not to punish us,
But to help us meet tomorrow.
For growing trees are strengthened
When they withstand the storm;
And the sharp cut of the chisel
Gives the marble grace and form.
God never hurts us needlessly,
And He never wastes our pain;
For every loss He sends to us
Is followed by rich gain.
And when we count the blessings
That God has so freely sent;
We will find no cause for murmuring
And no time to lament.
For Our Father loves His children,
And to Him all things are plain;
So He never sends us pleasure
When the soul's deep need is pain.
So whenever we are troubled,
And when everything goes wrong,
It is just God working in us
To make our spirits strong.
Author Unknown To Me
WAIT
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait."
"Wait? You say, wait! " my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.
My future and all to which I can relate
hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
or even a 'no' to which I can resign.
And Lord, You promised that if we believe
we need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting.... for what?"
He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want~~But, you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.
You'd never experience that fullness of love,
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save.... (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.
You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that "My grace is sufficient for Thee."
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,
But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I'm doing in you!
So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, "WAIT."
- Author Unknown
DISAPPOINTMENT ~ HIS APPOINTMENT
“Disappointment ~ His Appointment”;
change one letter, then I see
that the thwarting of my purpose
is God’s better choice for me.
His appointment must be blessing
though it may come in disguise;
for the end, from the beginning,
open to His vision lies.
“Disappointment ~ His Appointment.”
Whose? The Lord who loves me best,
understands and knows me fully,
who my faith and love would test.
For like loving earthly parents
He rejoices when He knows
that His child accepts unquestioned
all that from His wisdom flows.
“Disappointment ~ His Appointment”;
no good things will He withhold.
From denials oft we gather
treasures of His love untold.
Well He knows each broken purpose
leads to a fuller, deeper trust,
and the end of all His dealings
proves our God is wise and just.
“Disappointment ~ His Appointment”;
Lord I take it then as such,
Like clay in the hands of the potter
Yielding wholly to His touch.
My life’s plan is all His molding;
Not a single choice be mine.
Let me answer unrepining,
“Father, not my will, but Thine.”
Author Unknown To Me
THE BLESSINGS OF A STORM
I did not know His love before,
The way I know it now.
I could not see my need for Him,
My pride would not allow.
I had it all, without a care,
The "self-sufficient" lie.
My path was smooth, my sea was still,
Not a cloud was in my sky.
I thought I knew His love for me,
I thought I'd seen His grace,
I thought I did not need to grow,
I thought I'd found my place.
But when the way grew rough and dark,
The storm clouds quickly rolled;
The waves began to rock my ship,
My anchor would not hold.
The ship that I had built myself
Was made of foolish pride.
It fell apart and left me bare,
With nowhere else to hide.
I had no strength or faith to face
The trials that lay ahead,
And so I simply prayed to Him
And bowed my weary head.
His loving arms enveloped me,
And then He helped me stand.
He said, "You still must face this storm,
But I will hold your hand."
So through the dark and lonely night
He guided me through pain.
I could not see the light of day
Or when the storm might wane.
Yet through the aches and endless tears,
My faith began to grow.
I could not see it at the time,
But my light began to glow.
I saw God's love in brand new light,
His grace and mercy, too.
For only when all self was gone
Could Jesus' love shine through.
It was not easy in the storm,
I sometimes wondered, "Why?"
At times I thought, "I can't go on."
I'd hurt and doubt and cry.
But Jesus never left my side,
He guided me each day.
Through pain and strife,
Through fire and flood,
He helped me all the way.
And now I see as never before
How great His love can be.
How in my weakness He is strong,
How Jesus cares for me!
He worked it all out for my good,
Although the way was rough.
He only sent what I could bear,
And then He cried, "Enough!"
He raised His hand and said, "Be still!"
He made the storm clouds cease.
He opened up the gates of joy
And flooded me with peace.
I see His face now clearer still,
I felt His presence strong.
I found anew His faithfulness,
He never did me wrong.
Now I know more storms will come,
But only for my good,
For pain and tears have helped me grow
As naught else ever could.
I still have so much more to learn
As Jesus works in me;
If in the storm I'll love Him more,
That's where I want to be.
Wendy Greiner Lefko
THE SINKING SUN
The nation's sun is sinking in the west.
God's bounteous day of grace will soon be o'er,
The fleeting hour of the world's unrest
Are filled with deepest sin and sorrow sore.
To millions now our hearts are strangely drawn,
Men looking for the light in every land.
their restless hearts are waiting for the dawn,
And lo! the day is past - the night at hand.
With world-wide armies training for the fray,
False prophets still speak forth the words of peace,
And Brown-shirts, Black-shirts, Red-shirts hail the day
Of their great glory with its swift increase.
"O fools and slow of heart," why will ye spurn
All that the prophets and their Lord proclaim?
Man's day is dying! Turn, ye people, turn,
Before the night shall end man's boasted fame.
Though men His word of prophecy despise,
Yet God hath spoken - and His word is true:
Our Christ is coming! Christian, lift your eyes
And pledge your life and love to Him anew
Albert Simpson Reitz
WHY CHRIST CAME
From highest heights the Savior came
To deepest depths of lowest shame;
From palaces of ivory
To humble cradle in the hay.
From form of God to human child,
From Ruler to a servant mild;
From riches vast, to poverty,
From glory to humility.
From worship by celestial throng,
To be the theme of drunkards' song;
From fellowship with God on high
To be forsaken and to die!
Why should He come and pay the price
Of such an awful sacrifice?
Why did he come and bear the Cross
And suffer such tremendous loss?
Because He wanted us to be
With Him throughout eternity:
That all who love Him now might share
Celestial joys and mansions fair.
That perfect bodies without pain
Might be our everlasting gain;
That's why from highest heights He came
To deepest depths of lowest shame.
Marie Olson
ˆˆ Lost . . . A Word ˆˆ
I lost a word yesterday,
Unguarded, from my tongue;
It slipped into the atmosphere-
Then trouble had begun.
A dozen others followed it;
They filled the room with grief,
No matter then what word was said,
It could not bring relief.
If only I had stopped that word
Before it crossed my lips,
My day had been a happy one-
And sweet with fellowships.
I think I wasted yesterday,
Hurt self as well as friend,
Today I want to watch my words,
And let not one offend.
Gertrude McDaniel
PRAYER
"Only a child gets Prayer answered; a wise man does not!"Oswald Chambers
"The reason we do not Pray is that we do not own Jesus Christ as Master!"Oswald Chambers
"The KEY to all of our WORK for God is that one word - PRAY!"Oswald Chambers
"It is always a wonder when God answers prayer!"Oswald Chambers
Oh!, the levels and depths of our latent unbelief!
"Prayer is easy to us because of what it cost God to enable us to pray!"Oswald Chambers
"The real reason for prayer is intimacy of Relationship with our Father in Heaven!"Oswald Chambers
"The very powers of darkness are paralyzed by prayer!"Oswald Chambers
"It's no use praying unless we are living as children of God!"Oswald Chambers
A prayer of unbelief is 'double-mindedness'! Jas 1:5-8
This is your reassurance for today. Remember Proverbs 3:5-6 Continue to lift your eyes to the hills and just pray. God is still in control. Love, Renee'
I've cried to God as I've beheld
The world wrapped up in fear
Of lack and death and war that looms
To snatch lives held so dear
I said, "My God! - Have you not heard
The newsmen on TV?!
Do you not know the shape we're in?!
Do you not care for me?!"
"I'm scared, Dear Jesus! - Help us! - Please!
There's news of fear and war
And I'm afraid, Lord - I admit! -
Of what might be in store."
"Peace, be still, My child," He said
"And hear now what I say
For I have seen and heard the cries
Of those who, to Me, pray.
"Keep your eyes upon ME now
Not what you hear or see
And, as you do, you'll keep My peace -
IF your mind stays on ME!"
"It matters not what one man says
Or even many more
For I am God, and I decide
Each day what lies in store."
"I've told you there would be such times
When, of these things, You'd hear
I told you so you'd be PREPARED
And FULL OF PEACE, not fear."
"For all these things MUST be fulfilled
Yet MY WORD fails not
For I AM still your Hiding Place
As all the fires rage hot."
"You're hid beneath MY shadow now
And you can rest in Me
Yes you can trust My Words of LOVE
To last eternally."
"For I'm your Father, Counselor, Friend
Your Alpha and your End
And if this was the world's last day
Be sure, for you, I'd send."
"I've promised I'd save you a place
If you would stay in Me
Stay pure and faithful, eyes on Me
And, victory, you'll see."
"I can't tell you if it's 'the end' -
NO human man can know
But I CAN tell you, it IS close,
So be prepared to go."
"Each day I give you, reach in love
To save another soul
For snatching them from Me for Hell
Is truly Satan's goal."
"Occupy until I come
Live each day FULL in ME
Just keep your eyes upon MY face
And know that I DO see."
"I see the world, I see YOUR LIFE
And I DO care for YOU
And know, no matter WHAT occurs
My love for you stands
"I'm Alpha and Omega - God -
I'm King and Lord of ALL
I'll be right near to care for you
As, on My name, you call."
"For I can change the hearts of Kings
And I, their hearts, do try
And I'M the one who formed this world
And says when it shall die."
"So, USE this time to SEEK THE LOST
And tell them of My Love
That they, too, may be saved and live
With Me, again, above."
"Don't listen to fear's voice - hear MINE!
Then STAND on what you've heard
Don't fear yours or the world's fate -
It's destined by MY WORD."
"Keep your eyes on ME, My Child,
And let Me wipe each tear
For I am God and IN CONTROL -
So live in peace, not fear."
Joni Ames
1Pe 4:17
For the time is come that judgment must begin at the house of God: and if it first begin at us, what shall the end be of them that obey not the gospel of God.
THE CHURCH AND THE WORLD
The Church and the world walked far apart
On the changing shores of time:
The world was singing a giddy song,
And the Church a hymn sublime.
"Come, give me your hand", cried the merry world,
"And walk with me this way."
But the good Church hid her snowy hand,
And solemnly answered "Nay!"
"Nay, walk with me but a little space",
Said the world with a kindly air,
"The road I walk is a pleasant road,
And the sun shines always there.
"My path, you see, is a broad, fair path,
And my gate is high and wide;
"There is room enough for you and for me
To travel side by side",
Half-shyly the Church approached the world
And gave him her hand of snow;
The old world grasped it and walked along,
Saying in accents low:
"Your dress is too simple to suit my taste;
I will give you pearls to wear;
"Rich velvet and silk for your graceful form
And diamonds to deck your hair."
The church looked down on her plain, white robes
And then at the dazzling world,
And blushed as she saw his handsome lip
With a smile contemptuous curled.
"I will change my dress for a costlier one",
Said the Church with a smile of grace;
Then her pure white garments drifted away,
And the world gave her in place
Beautiful satins and shining silks,
And roses, and gems and pearls;
And over her forehead her bright hair fell,
Crisped in a thousand curls.
"Your house is too plain", said the proud old world,
"I’ll build you one like mine;
Carpets of Brussels and curtains of lace,
And furniture ever so fine.
And he bought her a costly and beautiful home;
Splendid it was to behold;
Her sons and her beautiful daughters dwelt there,
Gleaming in purple and gold.
And fairs and shows in the halls were held,
And the world and his children were there;
And laughter and music and feasts were heard
In the place that was meant for prayer.
The Angel of Mercy flew over the Church,
And whispered, "I know thy sin."
The Church looked back with a sigh
And longed to gather her children in.
"Your preachers are all too old and plain",
Said the gay old world with a sneer.
"They frighten my children with dreadful tales
Which I like not for them to hear.
"They talk of brimstone and fire and pain,
And the horrors of endless night;
"They talk of a place that should never at all
Be mentioned in ears polite.
"I shall send you some of the better stamp,
Brilliant and gay and fast,
"Who will tell them that people may live as they list
And go to heaven at last."
"The sons of the world and the sons of the church
Walked closely, Hand and heart,
And only the Master Who knoweth all
Could tell the two apart.
Then the church sat down at her ease and said,
"I am rich and in goods increased;
"I have need of nothing, have nought to do
But to laugh and dance and feast."
The sly world heard her and laughed in his sleeve,
And mockingly said aside,
"The church is fallen, the beautiful church,
And her shame is her boast and pride."
Author Unknown To Me
The Master's Way
Not ours to know the reason why,
Unanswered is our prayer,
But ours to wait for God's own time
To lift the cross we bear.
Not ours to know the reason why
From loved ones we must part,
But ours to live in faith and hope,
Though bleeding be the heart.
Not ours to know the reason why
This anguish, strife and pain,
But ours to know a crown of thorns,
Thy grace for us to gain.
A cross, a bleeding heart, a crown,
What greater gifts are given?
Be still, my heart, and murmur not,
These are the keys to heaven.
'Tis ours to know the better part,
Whereby a crown is won,
Then loving God I ask not why,
"Thy will, not mine, be done."
Yea, Thy way, Lord, not mine, I pray;
I give to Thee my will,
And humbly seek Thy grace and aid,
This better part to fill.
It was not always thus with me,
I loved my way the best,
But that is past, Thy way is mine,
In it alone is rest.
~Author Unknown To Me
Dr. Neil Chadwick's Christian Poems
Eliz
I wanted to thank you
For all the time you spend,
Sending us a "Happy"
Before each day's end.
Some days we might have
A cloud to come along,
Here comes your email
To encourage us on.
Today, as I forwarded
Precious email you sent,
How could I not think
What friendship has meant?
Yes, your email brought smiles
As soon as I read the words,
And now I send to you
A poem as a reward.
July 19, 2000 A. Galloway
Thank you so very much Annette, I love the poem that you wrote for me, and I love you. To God Alone Be The Glory. I will always cherish it.
Love, Eliz
LOL~ from Jenny †
Did Anyone Ever Tell You,
Just how special you are
The Light that You Emit
Might even Light a Star
Did Anyone Ever Tell You
How Important You Make Others Feel
Somebody out here is Smiling
About Love that is so Real
Did Anyone Ever Tell You
Many Times,When They were Sad
Your E-mail made Them Smile a bit
In Fact It made Them Glad
For the Time You Spend Sending Things
And Sharing whatever You Find
There are No Words to Thank You
But Somebody,Thinks You're Fine
Did Anyone Ever Tell You
Just How Much They Love You
Well, My Dearest " Online " Friend
Today I am Telling You
~Author Unknown
Take care and God bless. Pray fervently for the unsaved.
Thank You so very much for your thoughtful ways Jenny.
I love you, and To God Alone Be The Glory.
Love, Eliz
Was at the end of my life, and it was time to pay the price,
Came for my soul!
I wasn't ready, body limper than spaghetti,
Too scared to leave, the people that I love,
Gonna forget me, but it's my due date to face the Lord
And his Son, and though I knew who they was,
"I NEVER KNEW WHO THEY WAS"
My wildest dreams,never forseen,
How he control what He does,kinda believed,
But I ain't really have the fear and the trust.
Now I was standing wit the one who created my life,
"Mixed Emotions"I don't know if I should scream or cry,
Had the audacity to think about telling a lie!So Stupid.
He shook his head while He was reading my mind,
Said,Ima show you,how you sat around and wasted ya time.
Seen a maze with all the things I could'a reached,if I climbed,
Couldn't believe what I was seeing,wit my own 2 eyes,
All the things I should'a been
I never thought about trying,
I chose the opposite way of my dreams for crime,
Drug dealer, cold killer, and a dispicable liar;
Fornicating whoremonger, a vicious fiend for desire,
And anybody that ain't care was the type I admired,
Now I was pleading that the Lord ain't throw me in hell,
"Please God" Give Me A Chance, and I swear I won't fail!
He smiled...closed my eyes and He disappeared,
Woke up in jail the next morning, and I was finally Scared.
~By Blue, My Nephew
His favorite patient was Edith Burns. One morning he went to his office with a heavy heart. It was because of Edith Burns. When he walked into the waiting room, there sat Edith with her BIG BLACK BIBLE in her lap, and she was earnestly talking to a young mother sitting beside her. Edith Burns had a habit of introducing herself in this way. "Hello, my name is Edith Burns. Do you believe in Easter?" Then she would explain the meaning of Easter, and many times people would be saved.
When Dr. Phillips walked into the office, there was the head nurse, Beverly. Beverly had first met Edith when she was taking her blood pressure. Edith began by saying, "My name is Edith Burns. Do you believe in Easter?" Beverly had said, "Why, yes I do." Edith said, "Well what do you believe about Easter?" "Well, it's all about egg hunts, going to church, and dressing up.", replied Beverly. Edith kept pressing her about the real meaning of Easter, and finally led her to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ.
After remembering this, Dr. Phillips said, "Beverly, don't call Edith into the office quite yet. I believe there is another delivery taking place in the waiting room.
After being called back in the doctor's office, Edith sat down and when she took a look at the doctor, she said, "Dr. Will, why are you so sad? Are you reading your Bible? Are you praying?" Dr. Phillips said gently, "Edith, I'm the doctor and you're the patient." With a heavy heart he said, "Your lab report came back and it says you have cancer, and Edith, you're not going to live very long."
"Why Will Phillips, shame on you! Why are you so sad? Do you think God makes mistakes? You have just told me I'm going to see my precious Lord Jesus, my husband, and my friends. You have told me that I am going to celebrate Easter forever, and here you are having difficulty giving me my ticket!" Dr. Phillips thought to himself, "What a magnificent woman this Edith Burns is!"
Edith continued coming to Dr. Phillips. Christmas came and the office was closed through January 3rd. On the day the office opened, Edith did not show up. Later that afternoon, Edith called Dr. Phillips and said she would have to be moving her "story" to the hospital and said, "Will, I'm very near home, so would you make sure that they put women in here next to me in my room who need to know about Easter?"
Well, they did that and women began to come in and share that room with Edith. Many women were saved. Everybody on that floor from staff to patients were so excited about Edith. They started calling her Edith Easter, that is, everyone except Phyllis Cross, the head nurse.
Phyllis made it plain that she wanted nothing to do with Edith because she was a "religious nut." She had been a nurse in an army hospital. She had seen it all and heard it all. She was the original G.I. Jane. She had been married three times, was hard, cold and did everything by the book.
One morning the two nurses who were to attend to Edith were sick. Edith has the flu, and Phyllis Cross had to go in and give her a shot. When she walked in, Edith had a big smile on her face and said, "Phyllis, God loves you and I love you, and I have been praying for you." Phyllis Cross replied coldly, "Well, you can quit praying for me, it won't work! I'm not interested!"
Edith said, "Well, I pray and I have asked God not to let me go home until you come into the family." Phyllis Cross said, "Then you will never die, because that will never happen.", and curtly walked out of the room.
Every day Phyllis Cross would walk into the room and Edith would say, "God loves you Phyllis, and I love you, and I'm praying for you." One day Phyllis Cross said she was literally drawn to Edith's room like a magnet would draw iron. She sat down on the bed and Edith said, "I'm so glad you have come because God told me that today is your special 'day'."
Phyllis Cross said, Edith, you have asked everybody here the question, 'Do you believe in Easter?', but you have never asked me." Edith said, "Phyllis, I wanted to many times, but God told me to wait until you asked, and now that you have asked..." Edith Burns took her Bible and shared with Phyllis Cross the Easter Story of the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Edith asked, "Phyllis, do you believe in Easter? Do you believe that Jesus Christ is alive and that He wants to live in your heart?" Phyllis Cross said, "Oh, I want to believe that with all my heart, and I do want Jesus in my life." Right there, Phyllis Cross prayed and invited Jesus Christ in her heart. For the first time, Phyllis Cross did not walk out of a hospital room, she was feeling lifted up by Christ.
Two days later, as Phyllis Cross walked into Edith's room, she said, "Why Edith, it's Good Friday." Edith replied, "Oh, no, for you every day is Easter. Happy Easter Phyllis!" Two days later, on Easter Sunday, Phyllis Cross came into work, did some of her duties, then went down to the flower shop to buy some Easter Lilies and wish Edith a Happy Easter. When she walked into Edith's room, Edith was in bed. That BIG BLACK BIBLE was on her lap. Her hands were in the Bible. There was a sweet smile on her face. When Phyllis Cross went to pick up Edith's hand, she realized Edith was dead.
Edith's left hand was on John 14: 2 -3 "In my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also."
Edith's right hand was on Revelation 21:4, "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away."
Phyllis Cross took one look at the soulless body, and then lifted her face toward heaven, and with tears streaming down her cheeks, said "Happy Easter Edith - Happy Easter!"
Phyllis cross left Edith's body, walked out of the room, and over to a table where two student nurses were sitting, She said, "My name is Phyllis Cross. Do you believe in Easter?"
I did not go by boat or plane, I traveled on my knees.
I saw so many people there with scars and wounds within,
But God told me I should go,there was oil to pour from Him.
I replied, "Lord, I cannot go and work with such as these,"
He answered quickly, "Yes you can by traveling on your knees."
He said, "You pray, I'll meet their need, you call, and I will hear;
Be concerned about the fate of those both far and near."
And so I tried it knelt in prayer, gave up some hours of ease;
I felt the Lord right by my side while traveling on my knees.
As I prayed on and saw them helped, the badly wounded healed,
I saw God's workers' strength renewed while laboring on the field.
I said, "Yes, Lord, I have a job my desire Thy will to please,
I can go and heed Thy call by traveling on my knees."
~Adapted from a poem by Sandra Goodwin
"A Little Prayer" In the morning gives the day a better start
Because it seems to open up the windows of the heart,
And like a ray of sunshine, faith comes beaming in
To brighten hopes and wishes, as each new day begins.
La 3:22-23
It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
I Said, God Said
I looked in the mirror and I said, "I'm fat."
God answered and said, "You're beautiful."
I looked within and I said, "I'm sinful."
The Father answered and said, "You're forgiven."
I looked for friendship and I said, "I'm lonely."
Jesus answered and said, "You're mine."
I looked for satisfaction and love and I said, "I'm empty"
The Holy Spirit answered and said, "You're filled."
I looked for love and I said, "I'm undesirable."
God answered and said "You're precious."
I looked to God and I said, "I need You."
He answered and said "I'm here"
by A.W. Palmer
Just as I am without one plea
But that Thy blood was shed for me
And that Thou biddst me come to Thee
O Lamb of God, I come, I come !
Just as I am and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot;
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come !
Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come !
Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yes, Thine alone,
Oh Lamb of God, I come, I come !
By;Charlotte Elliott
Charlotte Elliott was born in 1803, found the Lord and penned this precious tune at the age of thirty six. An evangelist had made a deep and marked impression on her life and on her very being when he made this statement to her. "You must come just as you are, a sinner, to the Lamb of God that has taken away the sin of the world"
IF I...
If I could go back and undo,
Some wrongs I've done along the way;
And know that wounds that I have caused,
Were healed of all the scars today.
If steps I've caused someone to take,
By thoughtless ways in which I've trod;
Have led to a confused estate,
Instead of simple trust in God.
If someone still wanders on,
Who followed my unsteady track;
And lost his way for lack of light,
Because my lantern glove was black.
If I could gather up and bind,
The wasted years that I have spent;
And treat them as they'd never been,
Today I'd be much more content.
I'm pardoned from my undone past...
But even so, the hurt is done;
For out there somewhere in the dark,
A soul is lost I might have won.
By Richard M. Gunn
Poet Laureate of Tennessee
"A Reason For Thanksgiving"
With roasted turkey, and giblet dressing,
Let's remember why God gave us His blessings.
Turkeys and pilgrims are an important tradition.
But, it is God who saves us from opposition.
America should have perished under fire.
But, Saints of old, cried their heart's desire.
"Save our nation, Lord," heard in the heavens above.
A merciful Father, once again showed His love.
Spaniards, British, He intervened again and again.
A cry "One Nation Under God, " came from citizens.
Civil war divided, world wars tried to tear us down.
"Lord of Glory," kept His Hand on us, our nation's sound.
As you sit before your festive table, reverently bow.
Remembering who secured your freedom, then and now.
Our Lord provided the turkey, sweet potatoes, too.
Taking time to thank Him, is the least we can do.
Written by Terry L. Richardson
©November 11, 1998
Samuel Adams wrote after all the delegates had signed the Declaration of Independence, "We have this day restored the Sovereign to whom all men ought to be obedient. He reigns in heaven, and from the rising of the setting of the sun, let His Kingdom come."
"A Reason For Thanksgiving"
Let's remember why God gave us His blessings.
Turkeys and pilgrims are an important tradition.
But, it is God who saves us from opposition.
America should have perished under fire.
But, Saints of old, cried their heart's desire.
"Save our nation, Lord," heard in the heavens above.
A merciful Father, once again showed His love.
Spaniards, British, He intervened again and again.
A cry "One Nation Under God, " came from citizens.
Civil war divided, world wars tried to tear us down.
"Lord of Glory," kept His Hand on us, our nation's sound.
As you sit before your festive table, reverently bow.
Remembering who secured your freedom, then and now.
Our Lord provided the turkey, sweet potatoes, too.
Taking time to thank Him, is the least we can do.
Written by Terry L. Richardson
©November 11, 1998
Samuel Adams wrote after all the delegates had signed the Declaration of Independence, "We have this day restored the Sovereign to whom all men ought to be obedient. He reigns in heaven, and from the rising of the setting of the sun, let His Kingdom come."
"Veteran Warrior"
My Heart knows the pain of battle.
My soul's touched scars of war.
'Tho my face has erased the pain
My life was broken and torn.
I've watched comrades in battle,
Victim -- mortal wounds of pride.
I tried helping them to their feet
But their healing they denied.
My eyes beheld soldiers captured,
I saw them pull arrows inside.
Forgetting to call on Jesus' Name
I wept as they rebelliously died.
In battle, I lost sight of my General.
I took my eyes off a prize, so dear.
Instead I ran in front of His Scepter.
Fell on my face in great fear.
General, came from the front lines
Offered me His Nail Scarred Hands.
Repenting, I arose from my injuries.
Sights no longer on mortal man.
Oh! My spirit has been in battle.
Now, I carry His Banner high.
King Jesus leads my regiment.
Defeats every enemy's lie.
Written by Terry Richardson
© Feb. 17, 2000
"COUNT"
Count your blessings instead of your crosses,
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes,
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears,
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full health instead of your wealth.
COUNT ON GOD INSTEAD OF YOURSELF!
~Author Unknown To Me
Where is the Love of Jesus?
Cold and tired the poor man walked all alone.
An old wool coat and hat is all that he owned.
He walked up to the little church and opened up the door
They looked down the isle at him, at this wretched man so poor.
Where is the love of Jesus for this man who came in here?
Why didn't they offer to him a hand and draw him near?
Why did they have to shun him, and turn away from him?
This man so poor and broken, and hungry to love them.
The poor man walked down the isle and sat where none would stay.
He looked over with tears flowing as the church folks moved away.
He listened to the talk of love and the next soft ball game.
Then leaning across the pulpit preacher said get cleaned up or stay away.
Where is the love of Jesus for this man who came in here?
Why didn't they offer to him a hand and draw him near?
Why did they have to shun him, and turn away from him?
This man so poor and broken, and hungry to love them.
The poor man rose slowly and headed for the door.
No one got up to help him, after all he was so poor.
They didn't see the blood stains that scarred upon his head.
From the briary crown of thorns or the blood that he had shed.
Where is the love of Jesus for this man who came in here?
Why didn't they offer to him a hand and draw him near?
Couldn't they see into his eyes, the man that was within.
Couldn't they see it was Jesus, who saved their souls from sin.
Written by Terry L. Richardson
©Oct. 24, 1999
TRichar384@aol.com
There comes a time when we must clean out the closets of our lives, so that we may have room for items that will enhance our life. Let's search the closets of our lives, and make a trip to the wastebasket today. Throw away any hatred that may be lurking there, and be sure to toss jealousy, bad attitudes, dishonesty, complaints, hypocrisy, which are all sin. Before you finish, throw away that grudge you have been holding against someone.
There's room now to add love, honesty, forgiveness and kindness. Not to mention thankfulness for all of God's blessings. Go on and make room for reverence, and respect of God from whom all good, and perfect gifts come. Stand back and look. Your life's closet is looking better, isn't it? Take a moment today to spring clean your heart. Ask God to come in, and if He finds anything else that shouldn't be there, ask Him to take it out, so that you can live holy and right!
Amen
This was sent to me from my very dear friend Mary Ann Hilt.
It is something that we need to do on a regular basis.
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes,
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears,
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full health instead of your wealth.
COUNT ON GOD INSTEAD OF YOURSELF!
~Author Unknown To Me
An old wool coat and hat is all that he owned.
He walked up to the little church and opened up the door
They looked down the isle at him, at this wretched man so poor.
Where is the love of Jesus for this man who came in here?
Why didn't they offer to him a hand and draw him near?
Why did they have to shun him, and turn away from him?
This man so poor and broken, and hungry to love them.
The poor man walked down the isle and sat where none would stay.
He looked over with tears flowing as the church folks moved away.
He listened to the talk of love and the next soft ball game.
Then leaning across the pulpit preacher said get cleaned up or stay away.
Where is the love of Jesus for this man who came in here?
Why didn't they offer to him a hand and draw him near?
Why did they have to shun him, and turn away from him?
This man so poor and broken, and hungry to love them.
The poor man rose slowly and headed for the door.
No one got up to help him, after all he was so poor.
They didn't see the blood stains that scarred upon his head.
From the briary crown of thorns or the blood that he had shed.
Where is the love of Jesus for this man who came in here?
Why didn't they offer to him a hand and draw him near?
Couldn't they see into his eyes, the man that was within.
Couldn't they see it was Jesus, who saved their souls from sin.
Written by Terry L. Richardson
©Oct. 24, 1999
TRichar384@aol.com
There's room now to add love, honesty, forgiveness and kindness. Not to mention thankfulness for all of God's blessings. Go on and make room for reverence, and respect of God from whom all good, and perfect gifts come. Stand back and look. Your life's closet is looking better, isn't it? Take a moment today to spring clean your heart. Ask God to come in, and if He finds anything else that shouldn't be there, ask Him to take it out, so that you can live holy and right!
Amen
This was sent to me from my very dear friend Mary Ann Hilt.
It is something that we need to do on a regular basis.
REMEMBER ME!
Take this Bread and eat,
This is my Body broken for you.
When you eat this symbol,
Remember how much I love you.
On the cross I hung helplessly,
For your sins I died.
Take this Bread and eat it,
Many tears for you, I cried.
Take this Cup in Remembrance of Me,
My Blood it represents.
Remember it flowed down to the ground
For all who repent.
I did not die in vain, my child,
But died to set you free.
From death, sin, and the grave,
That blinded minds may see.
Remember how I knew you,
Before the foundation of the earth.
When no one else was with you,
I was with you before your birth.
Remember that I love you,
And will be right by your side.
So take my Holy Communion,
For you, my child, I died.
Take my hand, I will lead you,
Through dark times, and through light.
My yoke, my child, is easy.
I will be there in the night.
And when your time is over,
And your heart beats it's last beat.
Remember me, my cherished one,
I'll remember you, at the judgment seat.
Written by Terry L. Richardson
© Oct. 31, 1999
"WHISPER JESUS"
Today I got a burden,
And I felt that I should pray,
For God's spirit seemed to tell me,
That you were having a bad day.
I don't know just what that problem is,
But I sure do know the cure,
And if you'll only let Him,
God will keep you safe and secure.
In life there's always problems,
Cropping up to spoil our day,
But my friend, you know the answer,
All you have to do, is "PRAY."
If you still feel you're defeated,
And you want to run and hide,
Just reach out, and I'll be there,
Standing right there by your side.
So remember-- WHISPER JESUS,
For He's just a prayer away,
He's so close that you can touch Him,
All you have to do, is "pray"
~Author Unknown To Me
You find a special friend
Someone who changes your life
Just by being a part of it
Someone who makes you laugh
Until you can't stop
Someone who makes you believe
That there really is good in the world
Someone who convinces you
That there really is an unlocked door
Just waiting for you to open it
This is a forever friendship
When you're down
And the world seems dark and empty
Your forever friend lifts you in spirit
And makes that dark and empty world
Suddenly seem bright and full
Your forever friend gets you through
The hard times, the sad times,
And the confused times
If you turn and walk away
Your forever friend follows
If you lose your way
Your forever friend guides you
And cheers you on
Your forever friend holds your hand
And tells you that things
Will be okay
And if you find such a friend
You feel happy and complete
You have a forever friend for life
And forever has NO end
©Carlo Martini
This poem is dedicated to Mary Ann Hilt from Eliz Young.
You may reach Carlo by email at:
cmartini@accesscable.net
I had some free time, so what did I do?
I checked the computer to see if I'd heard from you.
I used to walk out to a box to retrieve mail
But I'd rather get it instantly than wait on the snail...
Checking my email is always fun
I usually get a joke or greeting from someone.
I feel so blessed because on the other end
I know I've connected with a friend.
When I've had a hard day and need to share
Here I can find a friend who will listen and care.
and to this friend I hope I've let them know
That I am always there for them also.
Isn't it a strange kind of bond we form?
It isn't exactly like the "norm"
But where is it written, face to face we have to be
For you to be a very good friend to me?
That little joke, or note, or even just a simple "Hi"
Could be like a ray of sunshine from the sky.
So my online-pals, this is dedicated to you
For all the smiles you have made anew.
May our friendship continue to grow
And the warmth we feel continue to flow.
Always remember this....
A smile is such an easy thing
To pass along the way,
Like a ray of summer sunshine
On a somewhat gloomy day.
So pass one on to those you meet
Then watch that person's face...
And feel the warmth as it's returned;
It's called a "smile embrace."
Author Unknown To Me
I asked the Lord to bless you
As I prayed for you today
To guide you and protect you
As you go along your way....
His love is always with you
His promises are true,
And when we give Him all our cares
You know He will see us through
So when the road you're traveling on
Seems difficult at best
Just remember I'm here praying
And God will do the rest.
~Author Unknown To Me
"Hear The Footsteps"
Hear the footsteps on Christmas Eve
Of a small donkey as he's led along.
He's carrying a Lady that is with Child.
A beast of burden to us he's known.
Can't you hear angels as they sing?
Heaven's bells most soundly ring.
Step softly, angels surely whisper,
As not to awaken our future King.
Oh! Little donkey it's an honor
To carry God's Unborn Son.
You're toting the Blessed Mother.
Your back she rides upon.
At a later time in this Child's life
He'll be carried again upon a donkey.
Amidst branches and palms He'll ride.
With His believers by His side.
~A. Galloway Dec. 17, 1999
"Untitled"
There can't be a harvest unless you plant seed.
There can't be attainment unless there's a goal.
And man's but an object unless there's a soul.
If we send no ships out, no ships will come in.
And unless there's a contest, nobody can win.
For games can't be won unless they are played.
And prayers won't be answered unless they are prayed."
Author Unknown To Me
"SMILE"
you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.
I passed around the corner
and someone saw my grin
When he smiled I realized
I'd passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile
then I realized its worth,
A single smile, just like mine
could travel round the earth.
So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected
Let's start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!
~Author Unknown To Me
All people smile in the same language.
Keep the smile going by sending this on to a friend.
Everyone needs a smile!!!
If Jesus came to your house
To spend a day or two
If He came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you'd do
Oh, I know you'd give your nicest Room
To such an honored Guest
And all the food you'd serve to Him
Would be the very best,
And you'd keep assuring Him
You're glad to have Him there
That serving Him in your home
Is joy beyond compare
But when you saw Him coming
Would you meet Him at the door
With arms outstretched in welcome
To your Heavnly Visitor?
Or would you have to change your clothes
Before you let Him in
Or hide some magazines and put
The Bibles where they'd been?
Would you turn off the radio
And hope He hadn't heard
And wish you hadn't uttered
That last, loud, hasty word?
Would you hide your wordly music
And put some hymn books out?
Could you let Jesus walk right in,
Or would you rush about?
And I wonder if the Saviour
Spent a day or two with you,
Would you go right on doing
The things you always do?
Would you keep right on saying
The things you always say?
Would life for you continue
As it does from day to day?
Would your family conversation
Keep up it's usual pace,
And would you find it hard each meal
To say a table grace?
Would you sing the words you sing
And read the books you read
And let Him know the things
On which your mind and spirit feed?
Would you take Jesus with you
Everywhere you'd planned to go?
Or would you maybe change your plans
For just a day or so?
Would you be glad to have Him
Meet your very closest friends,
Or would you hope they'd stay away
Until His visit ends?
Would you be glad to have Him
Stay forever on and on,
Or would you sigh with great relief
When He at last was gone?
It might be interesting to know
The things that you would do
If Jesus Christ in person
Came to spend some time with you.
~Lois Blanchard Eades~
