FOR GOD'S GLORY - Page 2
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There can't be a harvest, unless you plant seed;
There can't be attainment, unless there's a goal,
And man's but a robot, 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 game's can't be won, unless they
are played,
And prayers can't be answered,
unless they are prayed.
So whatever is
wrong with your life today,
You'll find
the answer if you kneel down and pray;
Not
just for pleasure, enjoyment, and
health,
Not just for honors, prestige, and
wealth.
But pray for a purpose to make
life worth living,
And pray for the joy of
unselfish giving.
For great is your
gladness And rich your reward,
When you make your life's purpose the choice
of the Lord.
You tell me I'm selfish and "playing with fire"~
It is hard to believe I am selfish and vain,
My desires seem so real And my needs seem so sane.
And yet You are wiser, And Your vision is wide
And You look down on me And You see deep inside.
You know it's so easy to change and distort,
And things that are evil, seem so harmless a sport
Oh, teach me, Dear God, To not rush ahead,
But to pray for Your guidance, and trust You instead.
For You know what I need, and that I'm only a slave
To the things that I want, desire, and crave~
Oh, God, in Your mercy look down on me now
And see in my heart That I love you somehow.
Although in my rashness, impatience, and greed
I pray for the things that I want and don't need.
And instead of a crown Please send me a cross
And teach me to know That all gain is but loss.
And show me the way to joy with out end
With You as my Father, Redeemer, and Friend.
And send me the things that are hardest to bear,
And keep me forever Safe in Thy care. Amen.
Lord, I'm seeking a refuge in that land up above
Please, take me in Thine arms and far from this place,
Where I can live in Your presence beholding Your face.
Forgive me mine ignorance, my doubt, and my fear
Lord I can't see without You, please linger near
I need a foundation and a firm place to stand,
Lord if You can't hold me, then just take my hand.
My child, My child, My love and My heir
I won't ever leave you, I'll always be there.
I invited you to heaven the same day I died,
You see, I hung there on the cross with My arms open wide.
I shed my Blood to wash away all your sin,
And I gave up My life so you could have life once again.
There was made a foundation on top of that hill,
If you are seeking a refuge, just go there and kneel.
And although in heaven I sat on a throne
I come down to earth so you won't be alone.
Now don't be afraid, for you're burdens I'll bare
You see, My dear child, I still answer prayer.
since I've no time to be A saint by doing lovely things,
or watching late with Thee,
or dreaming in the dawnlight,
or storming heaven's gates,
Make me a saint by getting meals,
and washing up the plates.
Although I have a Martha's hand,
I have a Mary's mind;
And when I black the boots and shoes,
Thy sandals, Lord, I find,
I think of how they trod the earth,
each time I scrub the floor;
Accept this meditation, Lord,
I haven't time for more.
Warm all the kitchen with Thy love,
and light it with Thy peace,
Forgive me all my worrying
and make all grumblings cease.
Thou who didst love to give me food,
in room or by sea,
Accept this service that I do ~
I do it unto Thee. Amen.
{Author Unknown}
Happy the home when God is there,
And love fills every breast;
When one their wish, and one their
prayer,
And one their heavenly rest.
Happy the home where Jesus' name
Is sweet to every ear,
Where children early lisp His fame,
And parents hold Him dear.
Happy the home where prayer is heard,
And praise is wont to rise,
Where parents love the sacred Word,
And all is wisdom prize.
Lord, let us in our homes agree,
This blessed peace to gain;
Unite our hearts in love to Thee,
And love to all will reign. Amen.
{Henry Ware, Jr.}
Had followed where comfort and pleasure led;
And then one day in a quiet place
I met the Master, face to face.
With station and rank and wealth for a goal
Much thought for the body, but none for the soul;
I had thought to win in life's mad race,
When I met the Master, face to face.
I had built my castles and reared them
high,
Till their towers pierced the blue of the
sky,
I had vowed to rule with an iron mace,
When I met the Master, face to face.
I met Him and knew Him, and blushed to
see
That His eyes full of sorrow were turned on
me;
And I faltered and fell at His feet that
day,
While all my castles melted away.
Melted and vanished, and in their place
I saw nothing else but my Master's face;
And I cried aloud: "Oh, make me meet
To follow the path of Thy wounded feet."
And now my thoughts are for souls of men,
I've lost my life, to find it again.
E're since that day in a quiet place
I met the Master, face to face.
{Author unknown}
I have issued forth a summons,
A call across the lands,
For all who would abide with me
Must begin to wash their hands.
Bring forth the idols you admire,
And heap them on a pile
Search your heart from end to end,
For this may take a while.
Bring forth the pleasures of your life
The sins and folly, too,
Toss them on that worthless heap
Of things you say and do.
The works that you do in vanity
must on that rubble be;
Conceived in pride of ownership
They're performed in mockery.
All these things have stolen time
From what I hold most dear,
The fellowship I long to have
When you are very near.
I will send a Holy Flame
To consume them with it's fire.
kindled with it's glowing touch
And warming love's desire
My spirit is the Holy Fire
Kindled deep within your soul.
Burning up the sinful dross
That My grace may make you whole.
No demon horde will ever quench
the flame that I have stirred,
If you will guard it in your heart
and hunger for My Word.
Be viligant in watching
That no other love may steal,
Guard My favor jealously
To never lose your zeal.
Patrol your borders faithfully
And call upon My name
For I have placed you where you are
As keepers of the flame.
And when an idol strays inside
you must truly strive,
To throw it on the burning coals
and keep the flame alive.
His fleece was white as snow.
And every where that Mary went,
The Lamb was sure to go.
He followed her to school each day,
When it wasn't against the rules.
It made the children laugh and play,
To have the Lamb at school.
But then the rules changed one day,
When out~lawed it became;
To bring the Lamb of God to school,
Or ever speak His name.
Every day got worse and worse,
And as days turned into years,
In a place of carefree days of fun
Are childrens screams and tears.
What must we do to stop the crime.
That's in our schools today?
Let the Lamb come back to school,
And teach our kids to pray.
I tried to do the best I could, as a mother and a wife.
His step~dad was a good man, taught Him well in every way,
And treated Him as his own son, until His dying day.
He always was a good boy, never even raised His voice.
Except on some occasions, when He really had no choice.
He treated people kindly, treated everybody fair.
And if somebody had a problem, He would always care.
People always listened to the words He had to say,
And they would stay and listen, even late into the day.
Everybody loved Him, from the rich to down and out,
But there were some, who did not want Him going all about.
He never did an evil deed, as everybody knows.
There were a few who said, "He's always stepping on our toes."
"This man is speaking blastphemy" said leaders in their quote.
"We have the perfect setup here, and He's rocking our boat."
"If only we could shut Him up, and go on like it's been,
But, if He will not shut His mouth, we must get rid of Him."
So, on that Friday, I stood by and watched them kill my Son,
While others watched and wondered, "What on earth has this boy done?"
I raised Him as a good boy, He made life so rich and full,
And just because He spoke like God, He's called a criminal.
A mother loves her children and she gives them the very best,
A mother does the best she can and prays God does the rest.
If God blessed you with children, you must give them back to Him,
And realize deep in your heart, that He's in charge of them.
In this life, there will be times, when you don't understand.
What God is doing, but you know you've done the best you can.
On the Friday, it felt like my heart ripped from my chest,
But, I knew God was in charge and I had done my best.
To be a mother is a blessing that God does bestow,
But, someday wants His children back and I thought that you should know.
Mary
Enough happiness------
to keep you sweet
Enough trials------
to keep you strong
Enough sorrows------
to keep you human
Enough hope------
to keep you happy
Enough failure------
to keep you humble
Enough success------
to keep you eager
Enough friends------
to give you comfort
Enough wealth-------
to meet your needs
Enough enthusiam------
to look forward
Enough faith-------
to banish depression
Enough determination------
to make each day a better day than
yesterday!
I lift these hands, dear God to You
In praise and thanks for all You do.
You light my path, through all my days,
And bless me, with all Your ways.
I lift these hands, dear God to You,
In troubled hours, when joys seem few
You bear me up on eagles wings
Each test life brings....
I lift these hands dear God to You
Please grant me wisdom, patience too
Then fill my heart with love and caring,
Precious gifts you've made for sharing.
The Hand that holds me is an unseen hand. A strong hand, a gentle hand. A hand that will never let me go.
I always wondered about that hand ~ The hand that holds me. Why was this precious hand so faithful and true to me? I could not understand, And I certainly was not worthy.
So many times in my life I have met with failure, sorrow, and grief. I've lived my life the way I wanted, Selfishly, not really considering the consequences. I have crossed many dangerous paths.
Yet, through all of this, Despite my lack of concern I can look back and see that hand ~ the hand that holds me. It was holding me then, I was not a stranger to it. I was loved when I felt unlovable. I was in the company of Angels unaware, And knew it not.
One day, I heard a voice. It was a quiet, gentle voice. It was the sweetest sound that my soul had ever heard. It was the precious still ~ small voice of the Saviour.
He called me by name. He knew me oh, so very intimately. I was surprised! He told me things about myself that I was sure I had hid so deep with in me. But He knew.
He did not scold me. He did not laugh at me. He did not make me feel ashamed, Although I did feel that way. You know ~ ashamed.
But when He spoke to me His voice was full of compassion. He said to me:
"My precious child, I see your heart, So full of sin. Why don't you repent, and let ME in? I have loved you since before the world's foundation, You are a promise to ME Open up your heart, And let MY spirit set you free.
We belong together, You and I. For where I am, you must be also. We are married, we are one. And so many things I want you to know."
I asked Jesus with tears in my eyes "Why have You for all of these years held my life in your hands? Please tell me, I need to know."
Jesus, with tears in HIS kind, loving eyes, answered me:
"My love, have you ever taken a real good look at my hands ~ the hands that hold you?" I replied, "No, Father, I haven't. Forgive me. I have just always felt secure in Your hands, Is there something that I should know?"
Jesus said to me:
"Look at My hands. He stretched out His hands and my heart broke. I said, "Precious Lord Jesus! Why are your hands scarred so? Who did this? Why? I don't understand!
" Jesus, with a voice that pierced the very depths of my soul, explained to me:
"My daughter, these scars are from your sins. They are nail prints. They were placed there many, many years ago. If you would look, You would see that your name has been graven upon the palms of my hands. And ever since then, these hands ~ the ones that hold you Have held you so close to my heart.
I have waited for this very moment for so very long, When our eyes would meet, And our hearts would become one, And when you would with acceptance ~ reach out, and take a hold of my hand, The hand that has always held you ~ And always will.
Tammy Strader
Thank You for the valley I walked thro'
today.
The darker the valley the more I
learn to pray.
I found You where the
lilly's blooming by the way,
And I thank
You for the valley I walked thro' today.
Life can't be all sunshine or flowers would
die.
The rivers would be desert all
barren and dry.
Life can't be all
blessing or there'd be no need to pray,
So I thank You for the valley I walked thro'
today.
Thank You for every hill I climbed,
For eve'ry time the sun didn't shine.
Thank You for eve'ry lonely night,
I prayed til' I knew that everything was
alright.
And I thank You for the valley I walked thro' today.
{unknown}
still embraced
in shroud of darkness
not a trace
of others in the night
Although the day
was coming soon
I saw the glimmer
of the moon
reflecting on the water
And I bent down
my head to pray
silent,
in another way,
and waited for the light
And though it came
out from the dark
the morning glowed
with a fresh start
and tears fell from my eyes
Again each day
I long to be
released from haunting
mysteries
from days so long ago
My Jesus still
is Lord to me
He holds me tight
and I won't be
so lonely in the night
Beth
was trapped so deep it hid from me
I tried to make it go away
but could not find the right of way
It dug a pit so big and wide
I slipped right in and tried to die
feeling worthless and afraid
I looked around..it was a grave
With silent cries that none could hear
I realized that my end was near
But with amazement now I see
A hand reach down ...it's helping me?
Who would wander in the night?
Who would know now of my plight?
Who would seek to lend a hand?
Can I touch that friendly man?
He pulled me out and cleaned me off
A robe of white was there ...so soft..
My tears He bottled, my eyes He dried
No more sorrow was left inside
He filled with love the pit so deep
and with His grace, ever so sweet
He touched the broken heart and sighed
You know it was for you, I died.
Beth
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