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Tuesday, February 9, 2010 @ 7:39 PM
`GOD'S MIRACLE
GOD'S MIRACLE
A Seed Is Planted Under Dampened Sod
A Gardener Tends It Well With Rake And Hoe
Yet Only By The Grace And Love Of God
Will That One See Push Through The Earth And Grow
Still Other Seeds Are Planted In The Earth
By Farmers Who Must Carefully Reap And Sow
Yet Only By God's Will (Not By Man's Worth!)
Will Those Seeds Finally Pierce The Earth And Grow
Yes, Man May Make Life Easy For Those Seeds
(Machines Can Plow The Fertile Ground, You Know)
Can Even Ease The Soil And Pluck Out Weeds
Yet By Themselves They Can't Make One Seed Grow!
For Seeds Will Grow Despite Man's Toil Or Pain
Despite Machines--Without The Rake Or Hoe
'Cause GOD HIMSELF Has Placed Within Each Grain
The Power And The Need For It To Grow
A Farmer With Self-Pride Now "Reaps The Fruits"
But Will This Farmer Ever Really Know
That God Himself Was Hiding At His Roots
To Make Each Seed Unfurl Itself And Grow
Though Modern Tractors Plow The Fertile Ground
Until The Fields Do Rich In Harvest Show
I'm Sure That In The End It Will Be Found:
THE LORD DID MAKE THE HARVEST RISE AND GROW! Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Monday, February 8, 2010 @ 6:06 PM
`GOING HOME
GOING HOME
Now my time has come,
From the sting of death, I cannot run.
I lived a long and fulfilling life,
Some of it good, some filled with strife.
As with all I did some good and some bad things,
Prayed to God for forgiveness to bring.
I surrendered my life accepting free salvation,
From that point I felt jubilation.
Now approaching my very end,
I cannot help but testify to my friends.
I tell of God's goodness the thing he has done,
How in my heart I know the race I have won.
I begin to ramble about the dead love one's I see,
How with out stretched hands they are coming to meet me.
I still pray to God let them usher me in,
Please Dear Lord forgive me of my sins.
So goodbye to you all please do not weep,
For in my grave I shall only sleep.
For when the great trumpet sounds,
My spirit, my soul shall leave the ground
I will with the others rise up high
To meet the Lord in the sky.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, February 7, 2010 @ 12:56 PM
`FAITHFUL GOD
FAITHFUL GOD
The rain I thought would never stop,
Incessantly it poured,
Until mid winter came along,
Then sufficient had been stored.
Our reservoirs were fully stocked,
The streams were at full flow,
Restrictions had been lifted,
The hosepipe ban could go.
But how many wondered, stood amazed
At the fact the rain had come?
How many stopped to thank the Lord
For all that He had done?
The rain was sent, but not too much,
The earth He did not flood.
His promise had been kept again
He is a Faithful God
Across the harbour wall I looked,
Where many folks had gathered,
Predictions had been made that tides,
Would rise above the standard.
The wind was east, the pressure high,
As shops made their precautions.
The roads were closed, diversions made,
You could almost feel the tension.
But as the hour came and went,
The tide began to fall.
How many praised the Lord
And on His name did call?
For He has set the boundaries,
Where He has said, they stood.
His promise had been kept again.
He is a Faithful God.
Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Wednesday, February 3, 2010 @ 5:33 PM
`FOOLISH THINGS
FOOLISH THINGS
(1 Cor. 1:25)
God uses the things that are foolish
So often to puzzle the wise,
They think they know all they need to know,
But oh, how they’re in for a surprise,
For the things that seem so simple,
So little and lowly and poor
Are the things that God often uses,
Not those who are proud and tall.
For in Gods plan for His Kingdom,
He ordained long ago,
That it’s not how great or important you are,
But how close to the Saviour you grow
To say we believe in a Saviour,
Who died on a tree long ago,
Brings a frown, or a shake of the head, or a laugh,
For to them we really don't know
The things that truly do matter,
The bomb, or famine, or flood,
To them as long as these things exist
There cannot be time for God.
For to believe in Him really is foolish,
To pray, and to fast, and to plead.
They only can see what is on the T.V.
And are blind to their real need. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, January 31, 2010 @ 7:47 PM
`THE DAY OF THE LORD
THE DAY OF THE LORD
A Prophet The Lord
Has sent.
No time left
To awaken or repent.
The arrogant evil doers
Will be stubble…
Burn like a furnace
turned to rubble.
The prideful, the sinful
we’ll defeat…
ashes
under the soles of our feet!
No root or branch
will be left,
only those who obeyed
shall be kept.
The sun of righteousness will rise,
with healing in its wings…
freed like calves from their stalls,
evermore to worship The King!
Inspired by The Book of Malachi 4:1-6 Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Saturday, January 30, 2010 @ 10:54 AM
`LEAVE ALL YOUR BELONGINGS BEHIND
LEAVE ALL YOUR BELONGINGS BEHIND I was sitting alone on the aeroplane
When the air steward began to speak.
I’d heard it before, about overhead lockers,
And the life jacket under the seat.
How to put it on and do up the straps.
Inflate it when outside the craft.
The whistle to blow, the light that would come on.
The doors that were fore and aft.
But then she said something that made me sit up,
It struck me as though the first time -
These words had been spoken, yet I am sure
I had oft heard this single line.
She spoke of us leaving the aircraft in haste
And she no doubt meant to be kind
But the words that she spoke were simply this...
“Leave all your belongings behind”.
“Leave all your belongings behind”, she said
For me that meant nothing at all.
I had no luggage with me you see.
Yet for others it would be a hard call.
There were some with computers, and briefcases full –
Of thins so hard to replace.
Others with weeks of clothing onboard
To lose them would be a disgrace.
“Leave all your belongings behind”
Is something we may never have done.
Yet a lot of our lives are spent, you’ll agree,
Just thinking of number one.
Accumulating things that hold value for us,
Fulfilling a want or desire.
We have often mentioned what we would grab
If our house should ever catch fire.
Because just as the air steward put it,
“Leave all your belongings behind”.
That’s how it will be at life’s ending,
You may think it a little unkind.
Yet the Bible so clearly puts it,
“Lay not up your treasures on earth”.
For when we face our Maker
None of this has any worth
But lay up treasure in Heaven
Where no rust can corrupt, or thief steal
Don’t hanker for things that have little value,
Spend time on things that are real.
We can get so hooked on the here and now,
Then give no heed to the there and then.
Yet there’s coming a day for everyone here
A time that is nearer than when –
We first got up this morning
Much nearer than we like to admit,
When we have to face the Saviour
And explain what we did with our bit.
Let us hold on to the world much lighter,
Its attractions lay to one side.
We need to live closer to Jesus.
In Him we need to abide.
“Leave all your belongings behind” is the call.
It will happen to us, ready or not.
Let’s strive for the crown that awaits us,
And not dwell on the things that just rot. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, January 24, 2010 @ 5:11 PM
`JUST WHO WOULD BE IN JESUS' CHURCH?
JUST WHO WOULD BE IN JESUS' CHURCH?
A question slipped into my mind,
They often do these days,
Of all the people in our church
Who walk in different ways,
We’ve young and old, thin, fat and tall,
They vary quite a bit,
But generally are all the same,
No matter where they sit,
Respectable and dignified,
Middle class, well spoken too,
We all have cars, and lovely homes,
And rather well to do.
Life for most is comfortable,
With food and drink a-plenty,
We never know of what it’s like
To sleep outside, cold – empty!
We don’t look out of prison
With windows barred and bleak,
Where liberty is taken from us
With a visit once a week.
No urge to steal for drugs or drink
To get us through the day,
No selling of our bodies
Not with strangers do we lay.
So I got to think
if Jesus had a church
Who would He have in it?
For which people would He search?
Because as I look at Scripture,
And see the folk He found,
They were not the sort of people
We would like around.
Isolated lepers,
With sores that smelt and wept,
Tax fiddlers, enemy soldiers,
Were the company He kept,
Rough and rugged fishermen,
Women of the night,
These were the sort of people,
We see His heart delight.
So when I ask the question
Who would be in Jesus’ church?
The answer that returns to me
Makes my own heart lurch.
For it would not necessarily be
The people here today,
But the ones the world has
Turned its back on,
Are the ones who stay away.
The reason that they stay away,
Is often plain to see,
They simply don’t feel good enough,
To mix with the likes of me.
There’s a feeling of unworthiness
That can keep them from this place,
Their shame and degradation,
Isolation and disgrace.
Yet Jesus always had the time,
In fact He sought them out,
Never did He turn away
Never did He doubt
That in the schemes of glory
There would be a place
For the dirty, down and out,
He made for them a space.
So as we go to church each week,
And fill the same old seat,
If we see a stranger,
Let’s stand and go to greet
Those people Jesus sends us,
Let’s make them feel at home,
It was always His intention
This should be their home. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Thursday, January 21, 2010 @ 7:01 PM
`More Than Ever
More Than Ever
In today’s chaotic world,
With everything around us crumbling,
Morality held in contempt,
Our leaders false, corrupt, or bumbling,More than ever, we need Christ
To lead us through this darkening place;
His absolute truth will light our way;
He’ll lift us with His love and grace.The Bible is our cornerstone;
In God’s word, we take our stands;
Role models we will strive to be,
Examples of our Lord’s commands.Dear Lord Jesus, strengthen us
To complete the tasks you’d have us do;
We pray you’ll lead us, guide us now
To know and love and follow you.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010 @ 7:39 PM
`GOD'S MIRACLE
GOD'S MIRACLE
A Seed Is Planted Under Dampened Sod
A Gardener Tends It Well With Rake And Hoe
Yet Only By The Grace And Love Of God
Will That One See Push Through The Earth And Grow
Still Other Seeds Are Planted In The Earth
By Farmers Who Must Carefully Reap And Sow
Yet Only By God's Will (Not By Man's Worth!)
Will Those Seeds Finally Pierce The Earth And Grow
Yes, Man May Make Life Easy For Those Seeds
(Machines Can Plow The Fertile Ground, You Know)
Can Even Ease The Soil And Pluck Out Weeds
Yet By Themselves They Can't Make One Seed Grow!
For Seeds Will Grow Despite Man's Toil Or Pain
Despite Machines--Without The Rake Or Hoe
'Cause GOD HIMSELF Has Placed Within Each Grain
The Power And The Need For It To Grow
A Farmer With Self-Pride Now "Reaps The Fruits"
But Will This Farmer Ever Really Know
That God Himself Was Hiding At His Roots
To Make Each Seed Unfurl Itself And Grow
Though Modern Tractors Plow The Fertile Ground
Until The Fields Do Rich In Harvest Show
I'm Sure That In The End It Will Be Found:
THE LORD DID MAKE THE HARVEST RISE AND GROW! Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Monday, February 8, 2010 @ 6:06 PM
`GOING HOME
GOING HOME
Now my time has come,
From the sting of death, I cannot run.
I lived a long and fulfilling life,
Some of it good, some filled with strife.
As with all I did some good and some bad things,
Prayed to God for forgiveness to bring.
I surrendered my life accepting free salvation,
From that point I felt jubilation.
Now approaching my very end,
I cannot help but testify to my friends.
I tell of God's goodness the thing he has done,
How in my heart I know the race I have won.
I begin to ramble about the dead love one's I see,
How with out stretched hands they are coming to meet me.
I still pray to God let them usher me in,
Please Dear Lord forgive me of my sins.
So goodbye to you all please do not weep,
For in my grave I shall only sleep.
For when the great trumpet sounds,
My spirit, my soul shall leave the ground
I will with the others rise up high
To meet the Lord in the sky.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, February 7, 2010 @ 12:56 PM
`FAITHFUL GOD
FAITHFUL GOD
The rain I thought would never stop,
Incessantly it poured,
Until mid winter came along,
Then sufficient had been stored.
Our reservoirs were fully stocked,
The streams were at full flow,
Restrictions had been lifted,
The hosepipe ban could go.
But how many wondered, stood amazed
At the fact the rain had come?
How many stopped to thank the Lord
For all that He had done?
The rain was sent, but not too much,
The earth He did not flood.
His promise had been kept again
He is a Faithful God
Across the harbour wall I looked,
Where many folks had gathered,
Predictions had been made that tides,
Would rise above the standard.
The wind was east, the pressure high,
As shops made their precautions.
The roads were closed, diversions made,
You could almost feel the tension.
But as the hour came and went,
The tide began to fall.
How many praised the Lord
And on His name did call?
For He has set the boundaries,
Where He has said, they stood.
His promise had been kept again.
He is a Faithful God.
Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Wednesday, February 3, 2010 @ 5:33 PM
`FOOLISH THINGS
FOOLISH THINGS
(1 Cor. 1:25)
God uses the things that are foolish
So often to puzzle the wise,
They think they know all they need to know,
But oh, how they’re in for a surprise,
For the things that seem so simple,
So little and lowly and poor
Are the things that God often uses,
Not those who are proud and tall.
For in Gods plan for His Kingdom,
He ordained long ago,
That it’s not how great or important you are,
But how close to the Saviour you grow
To say we believe in a Saviour,
Who died on a tree long ago,
Brings a frown, or a shake of the head, or a laugh,
For to them we really don't know
The things that truly do matter,
The bomb, or famine, or flood,
To them as long as these things exist
There cannot be time for God.
For to believe in Him really is foolish,
To pray, and to fast, and to plead.
They only can see what is on the T.V.
And are blind to their real need. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, January 31, 2010 @ 7:47 PM
`THE DAY OF THE LORD
THE DAY OF THE LORD
A Prophet The Lord
Has sent.
No time left
To awaken or repent.
The arrogant evil doers
Will be stubble…
Burn like a furnace
turned to rubble.
The prideful, the sinful
we’ll defeat…
ashes
under the soles of our feet!
No root or branch
will be left,
only those who obeyed
shall be kept.
The sun of righteousness will rise,
with healing in its wings…
freed like calves from their stalls,
evermore to worship The King!
Inspired by The Book of Malachi 4:1-6 Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Saturday, January 30, 2010 @ 10:54 AM
`LEAVE ALL YOUR BELONGINGS BEHIND
LEAVE ALL YOUR BELONGINGS BEHIND I was sitting alone on the aeroplane
When the air steward began to speak.
I’d heard it before, about overhead lockers,
And the life jacket under the seat.
How to put it on and do up the straps.
Inflate it when outside the craft.
The whistle to blow, the light that would come on.
The doors that were fore and aft.
But then she said something that made me sit up,
It struck me as though the first time -
These words had been spoken, yet I am sure
I had oft heard this single line.
She spoke of us leaving the aircraft in haste
And she no doubt meant to be kind
But the words that she spoke were simply this...
“Leave all your belongings behind”.
“Leave all your belongings behind”, she said
For me that meant nothing at all.
I had no luggage with me you see.
Yet for others it would be a hard call.
There were some with computers, and briefcases full –
Of thins so hard to replace.
Others with weeks of clothing onboard
To lose them would be a disgrace.
“Leave all your belongings behind”
Is something we may never have done.
Yet a lot of our lives are spent, you’ll agree,
Just thinking of number one.
Accumulating things that hold value for us,
Fulfilling a want or desire.
We have often mentioned what we would grab
If our house should ever catch fire.
Because just as the air steward put it,
“Leave all your belongings behind”.
That’s how it will be at life’s ending,
You may think it a little unkind.
Yet the Bible so clearly puts it,
“Lay not up your treasures on earth”.
For when we face our Maker
None of this has any worth
But lay up treasure in Heaven
Where no rust can corrupt, or thief steal
Don’t hanker for things that have little value,
Spend time on things that are real.
We can get so hooked on the here and now,
Then give no heed to the there and then.
Yet there’s coming a day for everyone here
A time that is nearer than when –
We first got up this morning
Much nearer than we like to admit,
When we have to face the Saviour
And explain what we did with our bit.
Let us hold on to the world much lighter,
Its attractions lay to one side.
We need to live closer to Jesus.
In Him we need to abide.
“Leave all your belongings behind” is the call.
It will happen to us, ready or not.
Let’s strive for the crown that awaits us,
And not dwell on the things that just rot. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, January 24, 2010 @ 5:11 PM
`JUST WHO WOULD BE IN JESUS' CHURCH?
JUST WHO WOULD BE IN JESUS' CHURCH?
A question slipped into my mind,
They often do these days,
Of all the people in our church
Who walk in different ways,
We’ve young and old, thin, fat and tall,
They vary quite a bit,
But generally are all the same,
No matter where they sit,
Respectable and dignified,
Middle class, well spoken too,
We all have cars, and lovely homes,
And rather well to do.
Life for most is comfortable,
With food and drink a-plenty,
We never know of what it’s like
To sleep outside, cold – empty!
We don’t look out of prison
With windows barred and bleak,
Where liberty is taken from us
With a visit once a week.
No urge to steal for drugs or drink
To get us through the day,
No selling of our bodies
Not with strangers do we lay.
So I got to think
if Jesus had a church
Who would He have in it?
For which people would He search?
Because as I look at Scripture,
And see the folk He found,
They were not the sort of people
We would like around.
Isolated lepers,
With sores that smelt and wept,
Tax fiddlers, enemy soldiers,
Were the company He kept,
Rough and rugged fishermen,
Women of the night,
These were the sort of people,
We see His heart delight.
So when I ask the question
Who would be in Jesus’ church?
The answer that returns to me
Makes my own heart lurch.
For it would not necessarily be
The people here today,
But the ones the world has
Turned its back on,
Are the ones who stay away.
The reason that they stay away,
Is often plain to see,
They simply don’t feel good enough,
To mix with the likes of me.
There’s a feeling of unworthiness
That can keep them from this place,
Their shame and degradation,
Isolation and disgrace.
Yet Jesus always had the time,
In fact He sought them out,
Never did He turn away
Never did He doubt
That in the schemes of glory
There would be a place
For the dirty, down and out,
He made for them a space.
So as we go to church each week,
And fill the same old seat,
If we see a stranger,
Let’s stand and go to greet
Those people Jesus sends us,
Let’s make them feel at home,
It was always His intention
This should be their home. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Thursday, January 21, 2010 @ 7:01 PM
`More Than Ever
More Than Ever
In today’s chaotic world,
With everything around us crumbling,
Morality held in contempt,
Our leaders false, corrupt, or bumbling,More than ever, we need Christ
To lead us through this darkening place;
His absolute truth will light our way;
He’ll lift us with His love and grace.The Bible is our cornerstone;
In God’s word, we take our stands;
Role models we will strive to be,
Examples of our Lord’s commands.Dear Lord Jesus, strengthen us
To complete the tasks you’d have us do;
We pray you’ll lead us, guide us now
To know and love and follow you.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
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