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11 years ago

The Touch Of The Master's Hand


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"The land which I do give them, even the children of Israel."

Joshua 1:2

God here speaks in the immediate present. It is not something He is going to do, but something He does do, this moment. So faith ever speaks. So God ever gives. So He is meeting you today, in the present moment. This is the test of faith. So long as you are waiting for a thing, hoping for it, looking for it, you are not believing. It may be hope, it may be earnest desire, but it is not faith; for "faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." The command in regard to believing prayer is the present tense. "When ye pray, believe that ye receive the things that ye desire, and ye shall have them."

True faith counts on God, and believes before it sees. Naturally, we want some evidence that our petition is granted before we believe; but when we walk by faith we need no other evidence than God's Word. He has spoken, and according to our faith it shall be done unto us. We shall see because we have believed, and this faith sustains us in the most trying places, when everything around us seems to contradict God's Word.

The Psalmist says, "I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of living" (Ps. 27:13). He did not see as yet the Lord's answer to his prayers, but he believed to see; and this kept him from fainting.

If we have the faith that believes to see, it will keep us from growing discouraged. We shall "laugh at impossibilities," we shall watch with delight to see how God is going to open up a path through the Red Sea when there is no human way out of our difficulty. It is just in such places of severe testing that our faith grows and strengthens.

Have you been waiting upon God, during long nights and weary days, and have feared that you were forgotten? Nay, lift up your head, and begin to praise Him even now for the deliverance which is on its way to you.

sharing my thoughts
11 years ago
since valentines day is so close, i would like to  share my thoughts with you with this:

Happy not valentines day

lil me
11 years ago

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'Above all  else, guard your heart, for it affects everything you do.' 

 Proverbs 4:23


It is so easy to allow our hearts to be distracted.  Not guarding our heart  from wildly chasing after everything that awakens our interest is a surefire way to find ourselves distracted from  God's Best.  

It's a test we face every day.  How we come out in the test affects everything we do.


Everyday With Jesus:

Every day with Jesus is sweeter than the day before.
Every day with Jesus, I love Him more and more;
Jesus saves and keeps me, and He's the One I'm waiting for.
Every day with Jesus is sweeter than the day before.

11 years ago

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'Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God.'

1 John 3:1


This Scandinavian hymn was penned by Carolina (Lina) Sandell-Berg, the "Fanny Crosby of Sweden."  Lina (pronounced Lie-nah) was a "daddy's girl" in childhood, for her frail health often kept her indoors, in his study, when there children were outside playing.

When she was twelve, she fell ill and was paralyzed.  Eventually Lina regained her health, and out of the experience came her first book of poems, published when she was a teenager.

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The Story of Lina Sandell


Children Of The Heavenly Father

Children of the heav’nly Father
Safely in His bosom gather;
Nestling bird nor star in Heaven
Such a refuge e’er was given.

God His own doth tend and nourish;
In His holy courts they flourish;
From all evil things He spares them;
In His mighty arms He bears them.

Neither life nor death shall ever
From the Lord His children sever;
Unto them His grace He showeth,
And their sorrows all He knoweth.

Though He giveth or He taketh,
God His children ne’er forsaketh;
His the loving purpose solely
To preserve them pure and holy.

Lo, their very hairs He numbers,
And no daily care encumbers
Them that share His ev’ry blessing
And His help in woes distressing.

Praise the Lord in joyful numbers:
Your Protector never slumbers.
At the will of your Defender
Ev’ry foeman must surrender.

11 years ago

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Walk in wisdom toward those who are outside, redeeming the time.   Colossians 4:5


If you had to buy time, would there be any difference in the way you would spend it? Would you use the minutes, hours, and days of your life more wisely?

Of course, we can't put a price tag on the minutes and hours we possess. They are given to us freely. But that doesn't excuse us from using them carefully and wisely. The giver of time is God Himself, and that places a far greater value on our time than any monetary figure could suggest. We must therefore take advantage of the opportunities time provides to serve the Lord and to do His will.

This doesn't mean that we have to be working every single moment. It's necessary to take a break every so often, to stop and smell the roses along the way, or to enjoy the beauty of a sunset. We use our time wisely when we combine the appropriate "stops" with the proper "steps." According to Solomon, there is a time for all of God's purposes to be accomplished (Ecclesiastes 3:1).

The Lord doesn't sell time. He provides it as a gift of His grace. So let's spend our days "redeeming the time," using the opportunities to live for God (Colossians 4:5).


In His Time:

In His time, in His time,
He makes all thing beautiful in His time.
Lord, my life to You I bring,
May each song I have to sing,
Be to You a lovely thing, in Your time.

In Your time, in Your time,
You make all thing beautiful in Your time.
Lord, my life to You I bring,
May each song I have to sing,
Be to You a lovely thing, in Your time.

11 years ago

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The Storm" painted by Pierre-Auguste Cot, a French artist born in Paris  (1837-1883).

Some of the storms of life come suddenly: a great sorrow, a bitter disappointment, a crushing defeat. Some come slowly. They appear upon the ragged edges of the horizon no larger than a man's hand, but, trouble that seems so insignificant spreads until it covers the sky and overwhelms us.

Yet it is in the storm that God equips us for service. When God wants an oak He plants it on the moor where the storms will shake it and the rains will beat down upon it, and it is in the midnight battle with elements that the oak wins its rugged fibre and becomes the king of the forest.

When God wants to make a man He puts him into some storm. The history of manhood is always rough and rugged. No man is made until he has been out into the surge of the storm and found the sublime fulfillment of the prayer: "O God, take me, break me, make me."

A Frenchman has painted a picture of universal genius. There stand orators, philosophers and martyrs, all who have achieved pre-eminence in any phase of life; the remarkable fact about the picture is this: Every man who is pre-eminent for his ability was first pre-eminent for suffering. In the foreground stands that figure of the man who was denied the promised land, Moses. Beside him is another, feeling his way--blind Homer. Milton is there, blind and heart-broken. Now comes the form of one who towers above them all. What is His characteristic? His Face is marred more than any man's. The artist might have written under that great picture, "The Storm."

The beauties of nature come after the storm. The rugged beauty of the mountain is born in a storm, and the heroes of life are the storm-swept and the battle-scarred.

You have been in the storms and swept by the blasts. Have they left you broken, weary, beaten in the valley, or have they lifted you to the sunlit summits of a richer, deeper, more abiding manhood and womanhood? Have they left you with more sympathy with the storm-swept and the battle-scarred?


The wind that blows can never kill
The tree God plants;
It bloweth east, it bloweth west,
The tender leaves have little rest,
But any wind that blows is best.
The tree that God plants
Strikes deeper root, grows higher still,
Spreads greater boughs, for God's good will
Meets all its wants.

There is no storm hath power to blast
The tree God knows;
No thunderbolt, nor beating rain,
Nor lightning flash, nor hurricane;
When they are spent, it doth remain,
The tree God knows,
Through every tempest standeth fast,
And from its first day to its last
Still fairer grows.


A Shelter In The Time Of Storm

11 years ago

Angels From The Realms Of Glory

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Do you use a hymnbook at your church? Many congregations today flash the words of hymns and choruses up on the wall. There are certain advantages to that, because heads aren’t turned down; they’re turned up. But there are some disadvantages as well.

One disadvantage is that you don’t look at the names at the top of the page of the hymn. Names and the birthdate and deathdate next to it, and wonder who the writer is. 

Angels, from the realms of glory,” you would see that it was written by a man named James Montgomery.

He also learned up close and personal about the hardships of being an Irishman under English rule. At the age of 23 when the newspaper’s owner was run out of town for writing radical editorials about freedom for the Irish, young James took over the newspaper. He changed the name of the paper to the Sheffield Iris, but he didn’t change anything about the stance of the paper. He was determined to carry on a war with the sharp edge of his pen to gain Ireland’s freedom from Great Britain.

Montgomery not only waged a crusade against English rule and slavery, but he began to read his Bible intensely. He wanted to understand what motivated his parents to give their lives in another part of the world, and ultimately to pay with their lives for their dedication. His study of the Scripture and his rebellious zeal came together and launched the young man on a new mission. One of the first hints of this change was revealed on Christmas Eve in 1816.

"Sinners, wrung with true repentance, Doomed for guilt to endless pains, Justice now revokes the sentence, Mercy calls you, 'Break the chain.' "

As Montgomery would soon find out, his poem would break chains. The impact of his hymn came to revolutionize music and thinking in the English church that was captive to its past.

Listen to the words of James Montgomery’s hymn, one of the most beautiful ever written.

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James Montgomery (1771-1854)

Angels From The Realms Of Glory

11 years ago

Angels We Have Heard On High

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"And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God saying: Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men!"  Luke 2:13

"Les Anges dans nos Campagnes" was a French carol dating from the 1700s, which appeared in several different versions.  It was published in English in 1862.    Traditional French carol, "Les Anges dans nos Campagnes." Translated from French to English by James Chadwick (1813-1882); appeared in Holy Family Hymns (1860) and The Crown of Jesus Music (1864, adapted by Henri Friedrich Hémy).

The Latin word Gloria means Glory and in excelsis is the praise for in the highest.  Our English words excel and excellent come from the same root, meaning to rise or to ascend or to be high.  The Latin word Deo means God.

This was the song proclaimed by the angels over Shepherds' Field the night Christ was born.  The musical score stretches out and emphasizes the words in a way that is uniquely fun to sing and deeply stirring, as we lift our voices to proclaim!  Jesus has come!  Hope has arrived on earth!  A Savior is born!  Glory to God on High! 

Gloria, in excelsis Deo!

Angels We Have Heard On High

11 years ago

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'The Lord of peace Himself give you peace always by all means. The Lord be with you all.'

2 Thessalonians 3:16 

Jesus  stood in the midst of them, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you. - Peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

The Comforter ... even the Spirit of truth. - The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace. - The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God.

My presence shall go with thee and I will give thee rest. And He said unto him, If thy presence go not with Me, carry us not up hence. For wherein shall it be known here that I and thy people have found grace in thy sight? is it not in that thou goest with us?

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11 years ago

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When they began to sing and praise, the Lord set ambushments...and they were smitten"

 2 Chronicles 20:22

Oh, that we could reason less about our troubles, and sing and praise more! There are thousands of things that we wear as shackles which we might use as instruments with music in them, if we only knew how.

Those men that ponder, and meditate, and weigh the affairs of life, and study the mysterious developments of God's providence, and wonder why they should be burdened and thwarted and hampered--how different and how much more joyful would be their lives, if, instead of forever indulging in self-revolving and inward thinking, they would take their experiences, day by day, and lift them up, and praise God for them.

We can sing our cares away easier than we can reason them away. Sing in the morning. The birds are the earliest to sing, and birds are more without care than anything else that I know of.

Sing at evening. Singing is the last thing that robins do. When they have done their daily work; when they have flown their last flight, and picked up their last morsel of food, then on a topmost twig, they sing one song of praise.

Oh, that we might sing morning and evening, and let song touch song all the way through.  --Selected

"Don't let the song go out of your life
Though it chance sometimes to flow
In a minor strain; it will blend again
With the major tone you know.

"What though shadows rise to obscure life's skies,
And hide for a time the sun,
The sooner they'll lift and reveal the rift,
If you let the melody run.

"Don't let the song go out of your life;
Though the voice may have lost its trill,
Though the tremulous note may die in your throat,
Let it sing in your spirit still.

"Don't let the song go out of your life;
Let it ring in the soul while here;
And when you go hence, 'twill follow you thence,
And live on in another sphere."

The Song of Moses and the Song of the Lamb:

11 years ago


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'But Moses again pleaded, 'Lord, please! Send someone else.'"

Exodus 4:13

Moses tried every excuse he could think of to avoid going to Egypt when God told him to.  He said he wasn't famous enough, that the people wouldn't believe him, and that he couldn't speak well enough.  But God addressed his excuses and gave him detailed instructions, the ability to perform miracles, and the company of his brother on his mission.  That mission succeeded.

Remember that God helped Moses to do what He asked of him, He will give you the help you need, too.

No matter what your excuses,

God will assist you  in doing what He asks.

Pharoah, Pharoah


Pharaoh, Pharaoh
Oh baby! Gotta let my people go! HUH!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Singin' Pharaoh, Pharaoh
Oh baby! Gotta let my people go! HUH!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

A burnin' bush told me just the other day
that I should come over here and stay.
Gotta get my people outta Pharaoh's hands
Gotta lead my people to the Promised Land.


The Nile turned to blood! There were darkened black skies!
Gnats and frogs! There were locusts and flies!
The first born died, causing Egypt to grieve,
Finally Pharaoh said, "Y'all can leave!"


Me and my people goin' to the Red Sea
Pharaoh's army's comin' after me.
I raised my rod, stuck it in the sand
All of God's people walked across the dry land.


Pharaoh's army was a comin' too.
So what do you think that I did do?
Well, I raised my rod and I cleared my throat
All of Pharaoh's army did the dead man's float.


Lyrics: Author unknown, 2nd verse lyrics: John Wilkie
Music: Louie Louie by Christine Ellen Kerr, EMI Music Inc.

11 years ago

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The secret of the Lord is with those who fear Him.

Psalm 25:14

What is the sign of a friend? Is it that he tells you his secret sorrows? No, it is that he tells you his secret joys. Many people will confide their secret sorrows to you, but the final mark of intimacy is when they share their secret joys with you. Have we ever let God tell us any of His joys? Or are we continually telling God our secrets, leaving Him no time to talk to us? At the beginning of our Christian life we are full of requests to God. But then we find that God wants to get us into an intimate relationship with Himself— to get us in touch with His purposes. Are we so intimately united to Jesus Christ’s idea of prayer— "Your will be done" ( Matthew 6:10  )— that we catch the secrets of God? What makes God so dear to us is not so much His big blessings to us, but the tiny things, because they show His amazing intimacy with us— He knows every detail of each of our individual lives.

"Him shall He teach in the way He chooses" ( Psalm 25:12  ).

 At first, we want the awareness of being guided by God. But then as we grow spiritually, we live so fully aware of God that we do not even need to ask what His will is, because the thought of choosing another way will never occur to us. If we are saved and sanctified, God guides us by our everyday choices. And if we are about to choose what He does not want, He will give us a sense of doubt or restraint, which we must heed. Whenever there is doubt, stop at once. Never try to reason it out, saying, "I wonder why I shouldn’t do this?" God instructs us in what we choose; that is, He actually guides our common sense. And when we yield to His teachings and guidance, we no longer hinder His Spirit by continually asking, "Now, Lord, what is Your will?"

It Is No Secret:

11 years ago

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“My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials.” (James 1:2)

History tells us that Thomas Edison invented the microphone, the phonograph, the incandescent light, the storage battery, movies with sound, and more than 1,000 other things. The truth is the quality of our lives has been immeasurably improved by the genius of a man who overcame dyslexia and found that there was a great deal to learn from the failures and trials that life brought his way.

In 1914, the laboratory where many of Edison’s inventions were birthed caught on fire. Fire companies from eight surrounding towns responded, but inadequate water pressure and intense heat left firefighters with nothing more to do than watch two million dollars in assets that were insured for only $238,000 burn to the ground.

The inventor’s 24 year-old son, Charles, searched frantically for his father. He worried that his father might have been trapped in the structure. When he found him, he was calmly watching the fire, his face glowing in the reflection, his white hair blowing in the wind.

“My heart ached for him,” said Charles. “He was 67- no longer a young man - and everything was going up in flames. When he saw me, he shouted, ‘Charles, where’s your mother?’ When I told him I didn’t know, he said, ‘Find her. Bring her here. She will never see anything like this as long as she lives.’ “

The next morning, Edison looked at the ruins and said, “There is great value in disaster. All our mistakes are burned up. Thank God we can start anew.”

It is hard to face our trials with the spirit that was found in Thomas Edison, but that’s exactly what God expects us to do. You see God knows that real spiritual growth can only come from and through the trials that he allows to come our way. They are ultimately what form the basis for the joy that Christian maturity brings with it.

It’s sometimes very difficult
For us to understand
The wisdom and the love behind
The things that God has planned.

But we wouldn’t have the rainbow
If we didn’t have the rain;
We wouldn’t know the pleasure
If we never tasted pain.

We wouldn’t love the sunrise
If we hadn’t felt the night;
And we wouldn’t know our weakness
If we hadn’t sensed God’s might.

We couldn’t have the springtime
Or the yellow daffodil
If we hadn’t experienced
The winter’s frosty chill.

And though the brilliant sunshine
Is something God has made.
He knew too much could parch our souls
So He created shade.

So God’s given us a balance:
Enough joys to keep us glad,
Enough tears to keep us humble,
Enough good to balance bad.

And if you’ll trust in Him you’ll see
Though yesterday brought sorrow,
The clouds will part and dawn will bring
A happier tomorrow

11 years ago


When I am with Thee as Thou art with me,
Life will be self-forgetting power;
Love, ever conscious, buoyant, clear, and free
Will flame in darkest hour.

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George MacDonald ( 1824 – 1905) was a Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister.

Everything becomes possible to those who love. The commands of the Lord are no longer grievous, for the soul that loves is gifted by that love with fresh energies; it discovers in itself unsuspected possibilities, and is supplied with ever-flowing currents of new vigor. We shall be enabled to do so much if only we love. We live by loving, and the more we love the more we live; and therefore, when life feels dull and the spirits are low, turn and love God, love your neighbor, and you will be healed of your wound. Love Christ, the dear Master; look at His face, listen to His words, and love will waken, and you will do all things through Christ who strengtheneth you.

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Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918) was Regius Professor of Divinity at the University of Oxford. He was also a canon of Christ Church, Oxford.

11 years ago


God is not the God of hustle and bustle and stressful preparations. As a matter of fact, God taught that we should quiet down and sit before Him. "Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth." (Psalm 46:10) David wrote about the importance of being still and taking in God's word. "I will meditate in thy precepts, and have respect unto thy ways." (Psalm 119:15)

 Perhaps the best way to design a holiday season is to take time into the schedule for Thanksgiving prayers and meditation.

When looking for reverent holiday devotions, turn to Colossians 3:6-7, "As ye have therefore received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk ye in him... as ye have been taught, abounding therein with thanksgiving." Or, when wanting to pray thoughtful Thanksgiving prayers, turn to the Psalms. "Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever." (Psalm 30:11-12). Celebrate the real reasons for the season by preparing Thanksgiving devotions to share and praying to God with gratitude.

Thank You

Melody & Lyrics: Martin G. Schneider

Thank you for giving me the morning
Thank you for every day that's new

Thank you that I can know my worries can be cast on you

Thank you for every friend I have Lord

Thank you for every one I know

Thank you when I can feel forgiveness to my greatest foe

Thank you I have my occupation

Thank you for every pleasure small

Thank you for music, light and gladness

Thank you for them all

Thank you for many little sorrows

Thank you for every kindly hand

Thank you that every where your guidance reaches every land

Thank you O Lord your love is boundless

Thank you that I am full of you

Thank you you made me feel so glad and thankful as I do

11 years ago


' A Picture of Peace '

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There once was a King who offered a prize to the artist
who would paint the best picture of peace.
Many artists tried.
The King looked at all the pictures, but there were only two he really liked
and he had to choose between them.

One picture was of a calm lake.
The lake was a perfect mirror, for
peaceful towering mountains were all around it.
Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds.
All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.

The other picture had mountains too. But these were rugged and bare.
Above was an angry sky from which rain fell and in which lightening played.
Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall.
This did not look peaceful at all.
But when the King looked,
he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock.
In the bush a mother bird had built her nest.
There, in the midst of the rush of angry water,
sat the mother bird on her nest...

perfect peace.

Which picture do you think won the prize?

The King chose the second picture. Do you know why?
"Because," explained the King,
"peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise,
trouble, or hard work.
Peace means to be in the midst of all those things
and still be calm in your heart.
That is the real meaning of peace."

and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding,
will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus
Philippians 4:7

Peace be with you this and every day

11 years ago
Take Time
11 years ago


Refuse to be obsessed with time. It is right to be concerned about time, but it is not right to be obsessed with it. Do you live life by the clock?

Then you are a candidate for stress. When filmmakers want to create tension, they show a clock relentlessly ticking away. Such tactics are pointless when applied to the ordinary issues of everyday life. Nervous glances at a watch will generate tension when you are caught in traffic, but they will not make the traffic move any faster. Fretting will do nothing to alter the situation. So learn to relax, and do not become intimidated by time.

 Some people live life as if they are on a racing track, and set themselves rigid lap times for the things they want to accomplish during the day.

Two motorists were given the task of driving for 1,700 miles. One was asked to drive as fast as he could without breaking any speed limits; the other was told to drive at any comfortable pace. At the end of their journeys, it was found that the faster driver had consumed ten gallons more gas and doubled the wear on his tires; by driving at a speed which, in the end, proved to be only two miles per hour faster than the other driver!

Learn the wisdom of letting things develop at their own pace, and follow the maxim that says: "Don't push the river - let it flow."

Words Of Our Forefathers
11 years ago
"The longer I live, the more convincing proofs I see of this truth: that God governs in the affairs of men. And if a sparrow cannot fall to the ground without His notice, is it probable that an empire can rise without his aid?" - BENJAMIN FRANKLIN

"The reason that Christianity is the best friend of Government is because Christianity is the only religion that changes the heart." - PRESIDENT THOMAS JEFFERSON

"The Bible is the Rock on which this Republic rests." - PRESIDENT ANDREW JACKSON

"I believe the Bible is the best gift God has ever given to man. All the good from the Savior (Jesus) of the world is communicated to us through this book." - PRESIDENT ABRAHAM LINCOLN

"It is impossible to rightly govern the world without God and the Bible." - PRESIDENT GEORGE WASHINGTON (on September 17th, 1796)

11 years ago

 May reading this Apache prayer bring you a sense of deep peace and comfort. SIMPLE SOLUTION:

May the sun bring you new energy by day.

May the moon softly restore you by night.

May the rain wash away your worries.

May the breeze blow new strength into your being.

May you walk gently through the world and know its beauty all the days of your life.

The Lord Will Provide
11 years ago


This hymn is seldom sung today, and we know little of its author, Martha A. Cook, music by Phillip Phillips. 

Rodney "Gypsey" Cook was born in a gypsy tent in England.  His father, Cornelius, earned money playing his fiddle at local taverns.

Cornelius, a truly changed man, resolved never to play in taverns again.  In his autobiography, Rodney describes the incident:

...when he arose from his knees he said, "I don't know quite what we will have for Christmas dinner, but we will sing."  He began to sing with a merry heart: "In some way or other the Lord will provide.  It may not be my way. It may not be thy way' but yet in His own way the Lord will provide."  Just then while we were singing, there was a knock at the door of the van.

"Who is there?" cried my father.

It was the old Cambridge town missionary, Mr. Sykes.

"It is I, Brother Smith.  God is good, is He not?  I have come to tell you how the Lord will provide.  In a shop in this town there are three legs of mutton and groceries waiting for you and your brothers."

A wheelbarrow was need to bring home the store.

The Lord Will Provide

In some way or other the Lord will provide;
It may not be my way,
It may not be thy way;
And yet, in His own way,
“The Lord will provide.”


Then, we’ll trust in the Lord,
And He will pro-vide;
Yes, we’ll trust in the Lord,
And He will pro-vide.

At some time or other the Lord will provide;
It may not be my time,
It may not be thy time;
And yet, in His own time,
“The Lord will provide.”


Despond then no longer; the Lord will provide;
And this be the token—
No word He hath spoken
Was ever yet broken:
“The Lord will provide.”


March on then right boldly; the sea shall divide,
The pathway made glorious,
With shoutings victorious
We’ll join in the chorus,
“The Lord will provide.”


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Phillip Phillips (1834-1895)

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
11 years ago


Robinson’s wi­dowed mo­ther sent him at age 14 to Lon­don, to learn the trade of bar­ber and hair dress­er. How­ev­er, his mas­ter found he en­joyed read­ing more than work. Con­vert­ed to Christ at age 17, Ro­bin­son be­came a Meth­od­ist min­is­ter. He lat­er moved to the Bapt­ist church and pas­tored in Cam­bridge, Eng­land. He wrote a num­ber of hymns, as well as on the sub­ject of the­ol­o­gy. His lat­er life was ev­i­dent­ly not an ea­sy one, judg­ing from a well known sto­ry about his hymn “Come, Thou Fount of Ev­ery Bless­ing.” One day, he en­count­ered a wo­man who was stu­dy­ing a hymn­al, and she asked how he liked the hymn she was hum­ming. In tears, he re­plied, “Madam, I am the poor un­hap­py man who wrote that hymn ma­ny years ago, and I would give a thou­sand worlds, if I had them, to en­joy the feel­ings I had then.”

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come Thou fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing Thy grace.
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above
Praise His Name I'm fixed upon it,
mount of God's redeeming love.

Hitherto Thy love has blest me; Thou hast bro't me to this place
And I know Thy hand will bring me Safely home by Thy good grace.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger, Bought me with His precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it; Seal it for Thy courts above.

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Robert Robinson

Little Brown Church In The Vale
11 years ago


Dr. William S. Pitts, as a young man, he taught school in rural Rock County, Wisconsin. He later became a doctor, and practiced in Fredericksburg, Iowa, for over 40 years. He is buried in the Rose Hill Cemetery in Fredericksburg.

Dr. Pitts wrote:
One bright afternoon of a day in June 1857, I first set foot in old Bradford, Iowa, coming by stage from McGregor. My home was in Wisconsin. The spot where the “Little Brown Church” now stands was a setting of rare beauty. There was no church there but the spot was there waiting for it. When back in my home I wrote the song ’The Little Brown Church in the Vale.’ I put the manuscript away.
In the spring of 1862 I returned to Iowa and settled at Fredericksburg… In the years of 1859 and 1860 the good people of Bradford were determined to build a church…By the early winter of 1864 the building was ready for dedication. While I was holding the singing school, near its close in the spring, the class went one evening to the church. It was not then seated, but rude seats were improvised.
My manuscript of the song I had brought with me from Wisconsin. It had never been sung before by anyone but myself. I sang it there.
Soon afterwards I took the manuscript to Chicago, where it was published by H. M. Higgins. It won a speedy recognition locally and with the years won its way into the hearts of the people of the world.
Soon after its publication the church at Bradford, which had been painted brown (for want of money to buy better paint, some say), became known as “The Little Brown Church in the Vale.” My hope is that it will stand for a thousand years and call the old man and his descendants to worship.

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Dr. W. S. Pitts (1830-1918)

Little Brown Church In The Vale:

Kum ba yah
11 years ago

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Kum ba yah means “Come by here.” 

 "Kumbaya, my Lord" started out in the 1920s as a Gullah spiritual sung on the islands of South Carolina between Charleston and Beaufort.

Gullah is the creole featured in the Uncle Remus series of Joel Chandler Harris and the Walt Disney production of "Song of the South."

"Come by here, my Lord" in Gullah is "Come by yuh, my lawd". 

American missionaries probably took the song to Angola after its publication in the 1930s, where its origins were forgotten.

In the late 1950s the song was rediscovered in Angola and returned to North American where it swept the campfire circuit as a beautiful and mysterious religious lyric. That is why the song is associated with Angola in many current printed versions.

Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah!
Oh Lord! Kum ba yah!

Hear me crying, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Hear me crying, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Hear me crying, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Oh Lord! Kum ba yah!

Hear me singing, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Hear me singing, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Hear me singing, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Oh Lord! Kum ba yah!

Hear me praying, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Hear me praying, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Hear me praying, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Oh Lord! Kum ba yah!

Oh I need you, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Oh I need you, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Oh I need you, Lord, Kum ba yah!
Oh Lord! Kum ba yah!


The Gullah language, a Creole blend of Elizabethan English and African languages, was born of necessity on Africa's slave coast, and developed in the slave communities of the isolated plantations of the coastal South. Even after the sea islands were freed in 1861, the Gullah speech flourished because access to the islands was by water only until the 1950's. Today, one hears phrases like

Come Jine We.
Ketch ob de Day
Lok Ya Wantem Shrimps

Thousands of enslaved Africans survived the middle passage to reach the sea island shores. The majority of the slaves, 40,000, came from a section of Africa known as Angola. With the people --Mende, Kisi, Malinke, and Bantu-- came the soul of Africa. Their ancestral traditions survived as well.

The words "Gullah" and "Geechee" have come to describe that legacy.

Gullah is a language of cadence and accents, words and intonations. The Gullah "shout" is a rhythmic translation of forbidden drums and the oldest of plantation melodies. Old spirituals and songs spoke of storms and other events in the lives of the slaves and were used as codes for meeting times and places and as messages for freedom.

Still standing are the Praise Houses, with a sacred past and present. The culture of the African elders met its people here, combining religious worship, consolation, and hope.

This rich culture flourishes today; in their language, their music, their art, their skills and their foods. Storytellers spin their tales, entwining fun and wisdom. Choirs preserve the haunting songs and the old rhythms. Sweetgrass basket weavers, "long strip" quilters, and fabric artists combine their modern materials and ancestral skills in ancient ways to produce remarkable wares. Chefs create the magic of the old recipes. This is the heritage of a Gullah.

From The Rising of The Sun
11 years ago


Praise doesn't come easy when we're struggling with a problem. But magnifying the Lord while we're in the middle of a muddle is an important aspect of praise.

The psalmist David clearly understood and practiced this. He composed Psalm 63 in the wilderness when he was fleeing from those who sought his life.

Are you stuck in the middle of a muddle and longing for God to deliver you so you can praise Him later? Like David, why not let your praises precede the victory.


From the rising of the sun

To the going down of the same

The Name of the Lord shall be praised

From the rising of the sun

To the going down of the same

The Name of the Lord shall be praised

So praise ye the Lord

Praise ye the Lord

From the rising of the sun

To the going down of the same

The Name of the Lord shall be praised.

© 1976 Integrity's Hosanna! Music (ASCAP) (c/o Integrity Music, Inc.)

He Leadeth Me
11 years ago


No matter how much you have grown in the faith, you can never out grow divine direction. “In all your ways…” not on some occasions – but in all your undertakings, no matter how small, acknowledge Him.

In your business or career, seek God’s guidance everyday because each day comes with new challenges. You require new approach, you need current instructions that will put you permanently on top.

How long you seek God determines how long you will prosper. To prosper means to be successful in all your endeavours.

Do you want to prosper everyday of your life? Then seek the Lord every day. People who seek God everyday, triumph everyday. Go and triumph today!

He Leadeth Me:

He leadeth me:  O blessed thought! 
O words with heavenly comfort fraught! 
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. 

He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
by His own hand He leadeth me; 
His faithful follower I would be,
for by His hand He leadeth me.

 Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
by waters still, o'er troubled sea,
still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.


Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
nor ever murmur nor repine;
content, whatever lot I see,
since 'tis my God that leadeth me. 


And when my task on earth is done,
when by thy grace the victory's won,
e'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
since God through Jordan leadeth me. 


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Words: Jo­seph H. Gil­more (1834-1918)

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Music: Wil­liam B. Brad­bu­ry (1816-1868)

He's Got The Whole World In His Hands
11 years ago


What is the state of your heart?  Worried, stressed, heartbroken, afraid?  All of the above? 

 Life gets tough sometimes and we may find ourselves feeling a multitude of emotions all at the same time.  Left unattended, they can be paralyzing.  However, with God, we need not fear change.  With God, we need not worry about survival.  We need only to trust in our compassionate Lord Who loves us more than we can imagine and has everything under control.

This is easier said than done though, isn't it, not letting our emotions get the best of us?  The Bible doesn't say it is easy though, but in its pages, we do find the answers for navigating those storms of life.

No matter what circumstance or circumstances we find ourselves in, we need to remember to pour our hearts out to God, not being afraid to dump everything at His feet.   Everything.  The anger.  The frustration.  The heartache.  The tears.  If we do this while seeking His ways and not our own, knowing that no matter what, God has our best interests in mind, we will obtain peace of mind. 

Peace of mind.  Rest for our weary souls from the worry and the strife.  That is what we all want really, isn't it?  A life where there are no twists and turns or bumps in the road.  While God doesn't promise us the smooth ride in the physical realm, He does promise us that peace of mind, but it does take discipline to achieve.  We must develop a habit of telling God about our problems and trusting Him to fix them.  Rather than talking to ourselves, going down that mental parade of worry, we must always remember to take our problems to God.    Now, that is something to be thankful for.

He's Got The Whole World In His Hands:

He's got the whole world in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.

He's got my brothers and my sisters in His hands,
He's got my brothers and my sisters in His hands,
He's got my brothers and my sisters in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.

He's got the sun and the rain in His hands,
He's got the moon and the stars in His hands,
He's got the wind and the clouds in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.

He's got the rivers and the mountains in His hands,
He's got the oceans and the seas in His hands,
He's got you and He's got me in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.

He's got everybody here in His hands,
He's got everybody there in His hands,
He's got everybody everywhere in His hands,
He's got the whole world in His hands.

11 years ago


According  to one moment the imagery of Mrs. Alexander used for that hymn came about as she was driving into the city of Derry, Ireland to do some shopping.  Along side the road near the old city walls was a little grass-covered hill.  Somehow, this knoll helped her visualize Calvary, and from that came the inspiration for the hymn.

 Ce­cil and her sis­ter found­ed a school for the deaf, and she set up the Girls’ Friend­ly So­ci­e­ty in Lon­don­der­ry. Ce­cil Al­ex­and­er wrote about 400 hymns in her life­time.

She was also involved in charitable work. Money from her first publications had helped build the Derry and Raphoe Diocesan Institution for the Deaf and Dumb, which was founded in 1846 in Strabane. The profits from "Hymns for Little Children" were donated to this school.

All Things Bright And Beautiful:

All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful: 
the Lord God made them all.

 Each little flower that opens,
each little bird that sings,
God made their glowing colors,
and made their tiny wings.  


The purple-headed mountains,
the river running by,
the sunset and the morning
that brightens up the sky.  


The cold wind in the winter,
the pleasant summer sun,
the ripe fruits in the garden: 
God made them every one.  


 God gave us eyes to see them,
and lips that we might tell
how great is God Almighty, 
Who has made all things well.  


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Cecil Frances Alexander

Love Is Something That You Give It Away
11 years ago

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Love within you has a way of touching others with a power that quells the rage in them. Love within you does not take advantage of the fallen or broken person. Instead, your love reaches down and helps the fallen and broken person to recover. Love within your heart does not use others to any advantage, but love sacrifices personal advantage to advance the lives of others. Your love is a gentle expression of an encompassing comfort that heals every hurt. Your love grieves so much at the hurt in others the grief becomes a spring of life that flows into the hearts of the grieving. Love within does not make fun of or ridicule others but places a shelter over those who are made fun of or who are ridiculed. Love within your heart defends the defenseless. Your love shelters the children and adults of every faith, whether there is a disagreement over issues or not. Love in your soul delights and rejoices in the success of others, even at the expense of your own success. Love burning within your spirit reaches out and touches the broken to help and to heal.

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Love is something if you give it away

You've got to give it away

Give it away

Love is something if you give it away

You'll end up having more

Love is like a lucky penny

Hold it tight and you won't have any

But, give it away

And you'll have plenty

You'll end up having more

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Tribute to Malvina Reynolds:

11 years ago

Sing along~Mongi~ all welcome~


The words were written by a brilliant London Bible teacher named Ada Ruth Habershon, the youngest daughter of a godly doctor,  S. O. Habershon.  

When D. L. Moody and Ira Sankey toured England in 1884, they were so impressed with Ada, then twenty-three, they invited her to visit America and teach. 

Her lectures on the Old Testament were later published, along with number of other books.

Four years later, when R. A. Torre and Charles M. Alexander visited England, Alexander asked her to write some gospel songs.  Within a year, she had sent him two hundred!

Will The Circle Be Unbroken:

There are loved ones in the glory,
Whose dear forms you often miss;
When you close your earthly story,
Will you join them in their bliss?


Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
In a better home awaiting
In the sky, in the sky?

In the joyous days of childhood,
Oft they told of wondrous love,
Pointed to the dying Savior
Now they dwell with Him above.


You remember songs of heaven
Which you sang with childish voice,
Do you love the hymns they taught you,
Or are songs of earth your choice?


You can picture happy gatherings
Round the fireside long ago,
And you think of tearful partings,
When they left you here below:


One by one their seats were emptied,
One by one they went away;
Here the circle has been broken—
Will it be complete one day?



Ada Ruth Habershon (1861-1918)

11 years ago

Yellowtail Dam in It's Glory

You´r the most august interlocutor...

Words cannot describe your beauty unique, your peerless power.

Watching you, gazing at you,  marvelling at your hugeness,

the most tangible thing, all creatures were enabled  to come across...

Have a nice weekend, my friend.

...Sing a song...As Singing can heal what laws never can put right..

You Are My Hiding Place
11 years ago


When life gets to be too much, when you are afraid, do you need a refuge?  God can be your hiding place.  When you are with Him, He fills your heart with joyful songs, replacing your fear with trust and peace.

What fears hold you back?  God can get you through any difficulty if you'll trust Him.

You Are My Hiding Place:

You are my hiding place,
You always fill my heart with songs of deliverance.
Whenever I am afraid, I will trust in You.
I will trust in You.
Let the weak say I am strong in the strength of my Lord.

I will trust in You!

Words and Music by Michael Ledner

Heaven Came Down
11 years ago


As a teenager, John W. Peterson dreamed of being a singer and soloist.  He often sang on local radio programs and in churches.  "Only in singing did I feel competent and confident," he wrote.  "Here was at least one place where I could excel.  I knew it, and I made the most of it."
One summer John got a job in a factory, earning fifteen cents an hour at a machine making canvas for wheat binders.  The machines were so noisy he sang at the top of his lungs, hours on end, making up melodies and imagining he was on stage.
John realized too late that he was ruining his voice.  "I put such a terrific strain only faltering voice, " he wrote "through overuse and inexperience that I damaged it beyond repair.  When I realized fully what had happened, that my voice would never again be beautiful, I suffered such an emotional so shock that it took months before I recovered."
Looking back now, John is grateful. "If that had not happened, I might never have developed as a writer," he wrote.  "With my voice damaged, I turned more and more to writing and that talent was allowed to emerge and develop.  What at first seemed a tragedy was used for good, and the course of my life began to take shape."
Today John W. Peterson is caled the "Dean of Modern Hymn Writers."   "Heaven Came Down", one of John's most popular compostions, was wrtten during the summer of 1961. 
Heaven Came Down:
John W. Peterson (1921-2006)
Higher Ground
11 years ago


When King David looked back on his life, he remembered some painful experiences.

In his despair David kept pleading with God for deliverance, and graciously the Lord answered his desperate cries. Lifting him out of the "horrible pit," He set his feet on solid ground.

 As you look back on your own life, do you remember any experience when you felt as if you had fallen into a pit?  Did you keep crying out to God, and did He mercifully deliver you?

If so, are you still praising the Lord for that answer to your cries and thanking Him for His grace? And are you now walking with Him in obedient fellowship?

You can confidently trust the Lord to help you in whatever experience comes your way in the days ahead. Rejoice that in His time He can—and will—bring you through and bring you out.

Higher Ground


Music by Charles H. Gabriel (1856-1932)


    Words by Johnson Oatman, Jr.
Jehovah Jireh
11 years ago


The phrase Jehovah Jireh basically means the God That Provides. 

One of the biggest causes of stress in our lives is the pressure we put on ourselves for daily provision.
We work hard to provide for the necessities of life and can be anxious about our future. Will there be a recession? Will I still have a job? What about the mortgage?
All of these questions are valid, but Jesus tells us that we don't have to worry about all these things, because our Father in heaven knows what we need and wants to provide for us.

All we have to do is become like little children, seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness trusting that Father will care for us as He promised.

God wants us to become very little, so He can be very big in our lives. We don't have to worry and strive about what we are going to eat, what we are going to wear, and where we are going to sleep.
We have a Heavenly Father Who has promised to look after all the details of our life. If He cares for the sparrows, who neither sow or reap or store into barns, how much more will He look after His own children!
Jehovah Jireh
Jehovah Jireh my provider
His grace is sufficient for me
For me, for me
Jehovah Jireh my provider
His grace is sufficient for me

The Lord shall provide all my needs
According to His riches in Glory
The Lord shall provide Himself a lamb for sacrifice
Jehovah Jireh takes care of me
Of me, of me

Jehovah Jireh my provider
His grace is sufficient for me
For me, for me
Jehovah Jireh my provider
His grace is sufficient for me

The Lord shall provide all my needs
According to His riches in Glory
The Lord shall provide Himself a lamb for sacrifice
Jehovah Jireh takes care of me
Of me, of me
Lead On, O King Eternal
11 years ago


This regal prayer has been sung at graduations around the world every year since 1887, when Ernest W. Shurtleff wrote it for his own graduation.  A native of Boston and a graduate at Harvard, Ernest, twenty-six, was a student at Andover Theological Seminary when he envisioned his fellow seminarians marching for their diplomas singing a great prayer for God's guidance on the rest of life.  Selecting a tune called Lancashire, Ernest wrote worlds as regal as the music, and thus a great tradition was born.

For nearly fifty years Henry Smart served as organist at various churches in England.  He also edited the hymnbook of the United Presbyterian Church of Scotland, and he was often consulted for new organ installations throughout Great Britian. He became one of nineteenth-century England's favorite musicians. 

In his final years, Henry was totally blind, yet he continued composing by dictating his pieces to his daughter, and continued playing the organ by memory until his death at age sixty-three in 1879. Henry Smart wrote over two hundred fifty secular works and several religious compositions.

Lead On, O King Eternal:

Lead on, O King eternal,
the day of march has come;
henceforth in fields of conquest
thy tents shall be our home.
Through days of preparation
thy grace has made us strong;
and now, O King eternal,
we lift our battle song. 

Lead on, O King eternal,
till sin's fierce war shall cease,
and holiness shall whisper
the sweet amen of peace.
For not with swords loud clashing,
nor roll of stirring drums;
with deeds of love and mercy
the heavenly kingdom comes. 

Lead on, O King eternal,
we follow, not with fears,
for gladness breaks like morning
where'er thy face appears.
Thy cross is lifted o'er us,
we journey in its light;
the crown awaits the conquest;
lead on, O God of might.


Henry Thomas Smart  (1813 - 1879)


Ernest Warburton Shurtleff (1862-1917)

Blessed Be The Lord God Almighty
11 years ago


God blessed them and said, “Be fruitful and increase in number.”


 So why did God choose this to be His very first blessing?

He desires for us to flourish and fulfill the plan He has for us.

Do you have a talent that God has given you? If so, He wants to increase it and help you use it to carry out His plan.

 Whatever God has created in our lives, He wants to bless and grow. That doesn’t mean things will always go our way or work out like we think they should. Sometimes God’s idea or timing of a blessing is very different from ours. What it does mean is that we can trust that God’s plan for us is ultimately good, and He will enable us to fulfill it.

That’s a promise we can believe in, a blessing we can stand on for whatever God is doing in our lives.

Blessed Be The Lord God Almighty:

Father in heaven, how we love You
We lift Your Name in all the earth
May Your kingdom be established in our praises
As Your people declare Your mighty works
Blessed be the Lord God Almighty
Who was and is and is to come
Blessed be the Lord God Almighty
Who reigns forever more

Bob Fitts

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
11 years ago


Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

By: Robert Robinson, 1735-90

Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love,
Teach me ever to adore Thee;
May I still Thy goodness prove.

Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be;
Let that grace now like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love.
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

Shout To The Lord
11 years ago


Shout To The Lord:

My Jesus, My Savior
Lord there is none like You
All of my days, I want to praise
The wonders of Your mighty love
My Comfort, My Shelter
Tower of refuge and strength
Let every breath, all that I am
Never cease to worship You
Shout to the Lord, all the earth
Let us sing. Power and majesty, praise to the King.
Mountains bow down and the seas will roar
At the sound of Your name
I sing for joy at the work of Your hands
Forever I'll love you, forever I'll stand
Nothing compares to the promise I have in

My Jesus, My Savior
Lord there is none like You
All of my days, I want to praise
The wonders of Your mighty love
My Comfort, My Shelter
Tower of refuge and strength
Let every breath, all that I am

Never cease to worship You

Shout to the Lord, all the earth
Let us sing. Power and majesty, praise to the King.
Mountains bow down and the seas will roar
At the sound of Your name
I sing for joy at the work of Your hands
Forever I'll love you, forever I'll stand
Nothing compares to the promise I have in
let the earth sing
I declare your great Name
all of my life I will
with all of my breath
I will praise You
lift it up, lift it up


nothing compares to You
I shout Your praise
nothing compares to you
Nothing compares to the promise I have in YOU!


~Zschech Darlene

born 1965

The psalms are filled with exhortations to "shout" and "rejoice", so praise God enthusiastically.  At times, however, we sure don't feel like praising God, and certainly not aloud. 

Loss and pain push us from Him causing us to focus on our hurts and tears.  Doubt, fear, and defeat also become enemies of joy, bringing them an almost suffocating cloud of depression.

What is stealing your joy? Bring it to the Lord.  Nothing can compare to the promises we have in Him!

Lovest Thou Me?
11 years ago


Love within you has a way of touching others with a power that quells the rage in them. Love within you does not take advantage of the fallen or broken person. Instead, your love reaches down and helps the fallen and broken person to recover. Love within your heart does not use others to any advantage, but love sacrifices personal advantage to advance the lives of others. Your love is a gentle expression of an encompassing comfort that heals every hurt. Your love grieves so much at the hurt in others the grief becomes a spring of life that flows into the hearts of the grieving. Love within does not make fun of or ridicule others but places a shelter over those who are made fun of or who are ridiculed. Love within your heart defends the defenseless. Your love shelters the children and adults of every faith, whether there is a disagreement over issues or not. Love in your soul delights and rejoices in the success of others, even at the expense of your own success. Love burning within your spirit reaches out and touches the broken to help and to heal.

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The Lord Is My Light
11 years ago


David fled from the home of the priests in Nob with Saul in hot pursuit. He made his way to Gath, the home of his enemies, where he was instantly recognized and brought before King Achish.

David's fame was celebrated everywhere in story and song. He had slain thousands of Philistines (1 Samuel 21:11), a reputation established at the expense of bereaved Philistine women and children. Here was an opportunity to take revenge.

David lost his nerve. In terror, he "pretended madness . . . , scratched on the doors of the gate, and let his saliva fall down on his beard" (v.13). Achish dismissed him with contempt: "Shall this fellow come into my house?" (v.15). Broken and utterly humiliated, David fled to Adullam in Judah. Close by was a hill honeycombed with caves. Into one of those holes he crept-alone.

As he experienced the solitude of that cave, at the nadir of his life and surrounded by enemies, David began to reflect on God's tender, faithful love. "When I am afraid, I will trust in You," he wrote (Psalm 56:3). "You number my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle" (v.8).

Perhaps you're "in a cave" today. You too can say, "In God I have put my trust; I will not be afraid" (v.11)

I have no reason to fear,
For Jesus my Savior is near;
I'll trust the Lord and His power
To save and to keep me each hour.  -Hess

Loneliness is being unaware of the One Who is with us everywhere.

The Lord Is My Light:

music by Frances Allitsen
words by the Psalmist David (Psalm 27)

The Lord is my Light and my salvation
Whom, then shall I fear?
Whom then, shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life
The Lord is the strength of my Life
Of whom, then shall I be afraid?
Though an host of men were laid against me,
Yet shall not my heart be afraid;
And tho' there rose up war against me,
Yet will I put my trust in Him.
For, in the time of trouble,
He shall hide me in His tabernacle,
Yea, in the secret places of His dwelling
Shall he hide me;
And set me up upon a rock of stone .
The Lord is my light and my Salvation,
Whom, then shall I fear?
Whom, then shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life
The Lord is the strength of my Life
Of whom, then shall I be afraid?......

Mary Frances Allitsen(Mary Bumpus)

 (1848 -  1912)

I Am A Promise
12 years ago


One of the pitfalls of living in our troublesome world is that we can become problem-centered rather than God-centered. When this happens, we lose the proper perspective. Gradually, all our problems begin to look huge and the strength of almighty God seems small. Instead of moving mountains by faith, we become constant worriers, creating mountains of needless pressure for ourselves and others.

Yet, God offers us more than a new perspective. He offers us something that will enable us to live by that view. If we will depend on Him instead of brooding over our problems, He will renew our strength, and wings of faith will lift our hearts above our difficulties. Some of them may be huge, but we can see them as smaller than our great God. And that makes all the difference.

I Am A Promise

I am a promise
I am a possibility
I am a promise with a capital "P"
I am a great big bundle of potentiality
And I am learnin' to hear God's voice
And I am tryin' to make the right choice
I am a promise to be anything God wants me to be.

I can go anywhere that He wants me to go
I can be anything He wants me to be
I can climb the high mountains
I can cross the wide sea
I'm a great big promise you see!

I am a promise
I am a possibility
I am a promise with a capital "P"
I am a great big bundle of potentiality
And I am learnin' to hear God's voice
And I am tryin' to make the right choice
I'm a promise to be anything God wants me to be
Anything God wants me to be!

Lord, Listen To Your Children Praying
12 years ago


Open music sound  to listen

Lord, listen to Your children praying,
Lord, send Your spirit in this place;
Lord, listen to Your children praying,
Send us love, send us pow'r, send us grace!

Lord, listen to Your children praying,
Lord, send Your spirit in this place;
Lord, listen to Your children praying,
Send us love, send us pow'r, send us grace!

Something's gonna happen
Like the world has never known
When the people of the Lord
Get down to pray.
A door's gonna swing open,
And the walls come atumblin' down,
When the people of the Lord
Get down to pray.
O when the people of the Lord,
O the people of the Lord,
When the people of the Lord
Get down to pray.

A door's gonna swing open,
And the walls come atumblin' down,
When the people of the Lord
Get down to pray.

All the people sang:
Lord, listen to Your children praying,
Lord, send Your spirit in this place;
Lord, listen to Your children praying,
Send us love, send us pow'r, send us grace!

And He's gonna take over,
And He's gonna take control,
He's gonna move the mountains,
Make the waters roll,
When the people of the Lord
Get down to pray.
O when the people of the Lord,
O the people of the Lord,
When the people of the Lord
Get down to pray.

He's gonna move the mountains,
Make the waters roll,
When the people of the Lord
Get down to pray.

Sing it children:
Lord, listen to Your children praying,
Lord, send Your spirit in this place;
Lord, listen to Your children praying,
Send us love, send us pow'r, send us grace!

You're gonna know it
When the Lord stretches out His hand,
When the people of the Lord
Get down to pray.
There's gonna be a brand new song
Of vict'ry in this land,
When the people of the Lord
Get down to pray.
O when the people of the Lord,
O the people of the Lord,
When the people of the Lord
Get down to pray.
There's gonna be a brand new song
Of vict'ry in this land,
When the people of the Lord
Get down to pray.

Sing it children:
Lord, listen to Your children praying,
Lord, send Your spirit in this place;
Lord, listen to Your children praying,
Send us love, send us pow'r, send us grace!
Send us love, send us pow'r, send us grace!

Prayer is not a normal part of the life of the natural man. We hear it said that a person’s life will suffer if he doesn’t pray.

 What will suffer is the life of the Son of God in him, which is nourished not by food, but by prayer. When a person is born again from above, the life of the Son of God is born in him, and he can either starve or nourish that life. Prayer is the way that the life of God in us is nourished. 

 We look upon prayer simply as a means of getting things for ourselves, but the biblical purpose of prayer is that we may get to know God Himself.

To say that "prayer changes things" is not as close to the truth as saying, "Prayer changes me and then I change things." God has established things so that prayer, on the basis of redemption, changes the way a person looks at things. Prayer is not a matter of changing things externally, but one of working miracles in a person’s inner nature.

12 years ago
>  'Twas The Night Jesus Came
>  'Twas the night Jesus came and all through the house,
>  not a person was praying, not one in the house...
>  The Bible was left on the shelf without care,
>  for   no one thought Jesus would come there...
>  The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
>  not once ever kneeling or bowing their head...
>  And Mom in the rocking chair with babe on her lap,
>  was watching the Late Show as I took a nap...
>  When out of the east there rose such a clatter,
>  I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter...
>  Away to the window I flew like a flash,
>  tore open the shutters and lifted the
>  sash...
>  When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
>  but Angels proclaiming that Jesus was here...
>  The light of His face made me cover my head,
>  it was Jesus returning just like He'd said...
>  And though I possess worldly wisdom and wealth,
>  I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself...
>  In the Book of Life which he held in his hand,
>  was written the name of every saved man...
>  He spoke not a word as he searched for my name,
>  when He said "it's not here," my head hung in shame...
>  The people whose names had been written with love,
>  He gathered to take to his Father above...
>  With those who were ready He rose without sound,
>  while all of the others were left standing around...
>  I fell to my knees but it was too late,
>  I'd waited too long and thus sealed my fate...
>  I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight,
>  Oh, if only I'd known that this was the night...
>  the coming of Jesus is now drawing near...
>  There's only one life and when comes the last call,
>  We'll find out that the Bible was true after all...
>  B Basic
>  I Instruction
>  B Before
>  L Leaving
>  E Earth
Make Me A Servant
12 years ago


Make Me A Servant

Make me a servant
Humble and meek
Lord, let me lift up
Those who are weak
And may the prayer of my heart always be
Make me a servant
Make me a servant
Make me a servant today

Throughout the Bible, we read of God's choosing humble servant to convey His power.  Where would Naaman be without the servant girl sending him to Elisha to be healed? 

Where would the Christian church be without Paul and Timothy?  Where we would be without the One Who came to serve and give His life as a ransom for many?

These servants, and countless others like them, humbld themselves in order to serve. 

Trust that whatever God has put in you He can work powerfully through.  Whatever your gift, use it to serve others. 

I Know Who Holds Tomorrow
12 years ago


Perhaps you've seen the phrase "One Day At A Time" on a bumper sticker, plaque, or refrigerator magnet. The slogan is often used by recovering alcoholics as a reminder that a person doesn't have to stay sober forever--just for today. A month, or even a week, without alcohol may seem impossible for them. But the key to success is to trust God for the strength to say no to a drink today.

It's a lesson we seem to learn with difficulty, but one that holds the key to life and peace.

When we face a situation that seems overwhelming, we may drift toward hopelessness or despair, wondering how we'll be able to see it through to the end.
Daily bread. Daily light. Daily strength. When tomorrow seems too long to endure, God reminds us to trust Him--one day at a time.
I know Who Holds Tomorrow:
I don't know about tomorrow
I just live from day to day.
I don't borrow from it's sunshine,
For it's skies may turn to gray.
I don't worry o'er the future,
For I know what Jesus said,
And today I'll walk beside Him,
For He knows what is ahead.

    Many things about tomorrow,
    I don't seem to understand;
    But I know Who holds tomorrow,
    And I know Who holds my hand.
    Ev'ry step is getting brighter,
    As the golden stairs I climb;
    Ev'ry burden's getting lighter;
    Ev'ry cloud is silver lined.
    There the sun is always shining,
    There no tear will dim the eyes,
    At the ending of the rainbow,
    Where the mountains touch the sky.
He's Still Working On Me
12 years ago



There is a time in every life to stop and take an inventory.  Is it that time for you?
God's Grace is not simply a plan for forgiveness. 
God's Grace is an amazing gift that we will never deserve but receive anyways. 

Whatever your struggle is, God's Grace is sufficient.
God knew the pattern of your days before He created you.  He knew it and He created you anyways.  His love for you is so deep, so genuine.
He's Still Working On Me:
He's still working on me to make me what I ought to be.
It took Him just a week to make the moon and stars,
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars.
How loving and patient He must be, He's still working on me.
There really ought to be a sign upon the heart,
Don't judge her yet, there's an unfinished part.
But I'll be perfect just according to His plan
Fashioned by the Master's loving hands.
 In the mirror of His Word reflections that I see
Make me wonder why He never gave up on me.
He loves me as I am and helps me when I pray
Remember He's the Potter, I'm the clay.

This post was modified from its original form on 12 May, 4:30
Day By Day
12 years ago
A small, older, hunched-over lady greeted with a glowing smile at the doorway of the Sunday school room. She was one of the most effective Sunday school teachers .
 She said, “Pastor, God made me small and bent over so that I can be right down here where the children are! If I weren’t like this, I couldn’t relate to them so well.”
Getting a grip on why God permits our afflictions, weaknesses, or disabilities to remain has a powerful effect on our attitudes. Instead of shaking his fist at God and grumbling about his thorn. That insight produced an upbeat spirit of delight and satisfaction. 
 “for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses . . . For when I am weak, then I am strong” (v.10).
We normally don’t think of being strong in weakness, but that’s just how God works. He knows that if we think we are strong in and of ourselves, then we will become proud and self-sufficient. And when we feel that way, we are in reality very weak and unable to accomplish much of anything except for thinking how cool and capable we are. God has a better plan. When He needs to accomplish really great things through us, He sometimes needs to get our twisted view of ourselves out of the way.  You may see it as a thorn, but God sees it as a triumph!
Day by day, and with each passing moment,
Strength I find, to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He Whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best—
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.
Every day, the Lord Himself is near me
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me,
He Whose Name is Counselor and Power;
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This the pledge to me He made.
Whispering Hope
12 years ago


The background of this hymn offers a few surprises, the first being the author's identity.  Though published under the name "Alice Hawthorne", it was actually written by a man named Septimus Winner.  Second, he's also the author of such classic folk tunes as "Oh, Where Has My Little Dog Gone?" 

Septimus winner was born into a musical family in 1827 in Philadelphia.  He was the seventh child in the family, hence the name Septimus.  His father was a violin maker and a crafter of instruments, and Septimus showed early signs of musical prowess.  After attending Philadelphia's Central High School, Septimus joined one of his brothers in forming a music publishing business.  By age twenty, he was also running his own music shop.  Though largely self-taught, he became a popular music instructor in Philadelphia, giving lesions in violin, guitar, and banjo and performing with several of the city's bands and orchestras.

"Whispering Hope," published in 1868 was his last successful composition, and is based on Hebrews 6:19; This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which enters the Prescence behind the veil."

Whispering Hope:

Soft as the voice of an angel,
Breathing a lesson unheard,
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word:
Wait till the darkness is over,
Wait till the tempest is done,
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow,
After the shower is gone.

Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.

If, in the dusk of the twilight,
Dim be the region afar,
Will not the deepening darkness
Brighten the glimmering star?
Then when the night is upon us,
Why should the heart sink away?
When the dark midnight is over,
Watch for the breaking of day.

Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.

Hope, as an anchor so steadfast,
Rends the dark veil for the soul,
Whither the Master has entered,
Robbing the grave of its goal.
Come then, O come, glad fruition,
Come to my sad weary heart;
Come, O Thou blest hope of glory,
Never, O never depart.

Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.


Septimus Winner (Alice Hawthorne)


My Tribute
12 years ago



 It seems that without all the gadgets and luxuries and appliances, our parents were far more thankful than we are today. Before each meal, we would ask God's blessing and read a portion of the Bible, and after the meal we would offer thanksgiving.

 It is a far cry from that day to this. How little we pray--and when we do, how much of it is petition and how little is thanksgiving!

During World War II, many churches were kept open 24 hours a day so people could come and pray for loved ones on the battlefront. A caretaker in one of those churches noticed a boy who came in every day for about 10 minutes. After several weeks, the youngster came in and stayed on his knees much longer. The concerned caretaker spoke to him and asked why he was there so long. He replied, "Each day I came here for a few minutes to ask God to bring my father home safely. This morning he did, so I hurried over here to thank the Lord for answering my prayer."

How thankful are we?

My Tribute:

Verse 1

How can I say thanks
For the things You have done for me,
Things so undeserved,
Yet You gave to prove Your love for me.
The voices of a million angels
Could not express my gratitude.
All that I am and ever hope to be,
I owe it all to Thee.


To God be the glory,
To God be the glory,
To God be the glory,
For the things He has done.
With His blood He has saved me,
With His power He has raised me,
To God be the glory,
For the things He has done.

Verse 2:

Just let me live my life,
Let it be pleasing, Lord, to Thee,
And if I gain any praise,
Let it go to Calvary.
With His blood He has saved me,
With His power He has raised me,
To God be the glory,
For the things He has done.

~Andre Crouch

He Was There All The Time
12 years ago


Author George MacDonald wrote, "God has come to wipe away our tears. He is doing it; He will have it done as soon as He can; and until He can He would have them flow without bitterness; to which end He tells us it is a blessed thing to mourn because of the comfort that is on its way."
While we wait for that comfort, we can be assured that God will not allow us to be tested beyond our ability to bear the trial. Every difficult circumstance is timed with exact precision. Every hard situation is screened through His perfect love. We will not suffer one moment more, nor will we suffer more intensely than is necessary. "To a close-shorn sheep God gives wind by measure" goes an old Basque saying. In other words, God will not allow those most vulnerable to life's difficulties to be overtaken by them.
There may be deep waters through which you must wade; there may be fires through which the ore of your character must pass. But in the midst of them God promises to be your partner, companion, and faithful friend. He will "perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you" (1 Peter 5:10).

 He Was There All The Time:
Time after time I was searching for peace in some void
I was trying to blame all my ills on this world I was in
Surface relationships used me till I was done in
But all the while someone was begging to free me from sin
    He was there all the time
    He was there all the time
    Waiting patiently in line
    He was there all the time
Never again will I search for a fake rainbows end
Now that I’ve found the answer my life is just starting to rhyme
Sharing each new day with Him is a breath of fresh life
Oh what I've missed He's been waiting right here all the time
    He was there all the time
    He was there all the time
    Waiting patiently in line
    ~Gary Paxton
Shine, Jesus, Shine
12 years ago


The more we spend in God's awesome presence, the more we come changed.  Every minute that we spend gazing into His face, the more He will consume our darkness so that our faces can display His glory. 
Gaze on His brightness so that your face can display His likeness.  The more you spend time with Him, the more you will be changed.  Then so will your world.
Shine, Jesus, Shine:
Lord, the light of your love is shining
In the midst of the darkness, shining
Jesus, Light of the world, shine upon us
Set us free by the truth you now bring us
Shine on me, shine on me
Shine, Jesus, shine
Fill this land with the Father's glory
Blaze, Spirit, blaze
Set our hearts on fire
Flow, river, flow
Flood the nations with grace and mercy
Send forth your word
Lord, and let there be light
Lord, I come to your awesome presence
From the shadows into your radiance
By the blood I may enter your brightness
Search me, try me, consume all my darkness
Shine on me, shine on me
As we gaze on your kingly brightness
So our faces display your likeness
Ever changing from glory to glory
Mirrored here may our lives tell your story
Shine on me, shine on me
Graham Kendrick
Count Your Blessings
12 years ago
It's impossible to be thankful and the same time, grumpy, cantakerous, critical, or ill-tempered.  That's a lesson Johnson Oatman wanted to teach young people in his song, "Count Your Blessings."
When Johnson was a young man, he stood alongside his father in different ways. He became a partner in Johnson Oatman & Son, his dad's mercantile business.  At age 19, Johnson joined and was ordained into the ministry.  He often preached, but Johnson never entered the fulltime pastorate, for he enjoyed the business world and found it paid his bills, giving him freedom to minister without cost.
In 1892, with his father's voice undoubltedly ringing in his memory, Johnson began writing hymns.  He averaged 200 hymns and gospel songs a year--5,000 during the course of his lifetime. 
We tend to exhibit a degree of thanksgiving in reverse proportion to the amount of blessings we've received. 
 A hungry man is more thankful for his morsel than a rich man for his heavily-laden table. 
 A lonely woman in a nursing home will appreciate a visit more than a popular woman with a party thrown in her honor.
If the birds only burst into a song once a year, we'd all pay attention.  But because they are singing every morning, we scarcely bother to listen.
Now is a good time to thank God  for something you've never mentioned in thanksgivng.  Count your blessings.  Name them one by one.
And it will surprise you what the Lord has done. 
Count Your Blessings
When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your blessings, see what God hath done!
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.
Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
And you will keep singing as the days go by.
When you look at others with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;
Count your many blessings. Wealth can never buy
Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.
So, amid the conflict whether great or small,
Do not be disheartened, God is over all;
Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end.
Johnson Oatman, Jr.
Joy Comes In The Morning
12 years ago


It's as though a  stranger comes knocking on your door. You must let him in, for he knocks insistently and will not go away. He is sorrow personified.

You believe no one sees your tears and you feel all alone—but God sees them and He understands.

"All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears," David said in Psalm 6. "The Lord has heard the voice of my weeping" (vv.6,8). "You number my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle; are they not in Your book?" (56:8). Though "weeping may endure for a night," it is a transient houseguest, for "joy comes in the morning" (30:5).

We remember, as David did, that God's love and favor last for a lifetime. He has promised never to leave us nor forsake us. When God's love comes into our thoughts, our feelings of sorrow and dread flee. Our mourning is turned into dancing, our garments of sackcloth and sorrow are stripped away and we are girded with gladness. We can rise to greet the day with shouts of ringing praise for His mercy, guidance, and protection. We rejoice in His Holy Name (30:11-12).

No matter our circumstances, let's sing to the Lord once again! —David H. Roper

Joy Comes In The Morning:

If you've knelt beside the rubble of an aching, broken heart,
When the things you gave your life to fell apart;
You're not the first to be acquainted with sorrow, grief or pain,
But the Master promised sunshine after the rain.

Hold on my child, joy comes in the morning,
Weeping only lasts for the night;
Hold on my child, joy comes in the morning,
The darkest hour means dawn is just in sight.

To invest your seed of trust in God in mountains you can't move,
You have risked your life on things you cannot prove;
But to give the things you cannot keep for what you cannot lose,
Is the way to find the joy God has for you.

Hold on my child, joy comes in the morning,
Weeping only lasts for the night;
Hold on my child, joy comes in the morning,
The darkest hour means dawn is just in sight.

The darkest hour means dawn is just in sight.
Just in sight!

Up From The Grave He Arose
12 years ago


Matthew 28:5-7

And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified.  He is not here: for He is risen, as He said.  Come, see the place where the Lord lay.  And go quickly and tell His disciples that He is risen from the dead; and, behold, He goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see Him: lo, I have told you.
The story of Easter doesn’t end with Christ coming out of the tomb.  Instead, the  Gospels of  Matthew, Mark, Luke and John all tell us of exciting events that occurred after the resurrection as Christ appeared unto His own.
In their sorrow and grief Mary Magdalene and the other ladies went to the tomb to anoint the body of Jesus with spices, but theywere filled with confusion and despair when they did not find His body there.  In that time and place of uncertainty Christ came to them with reassurance and comfort. 
That evening when the disciples sat in a locked room fearing those who might kill them because they had been followers of Jesus, He miraculously appeared to them and brought them peace and joy.  Eight days later Christ again appeared to accommodate unbelieving Thomas who had not been present on that evening.  With His very presence Jesus dispelled all doubt and Thomas believed.
On another day, two of  Christ’s disciples walked and talked on the way to Emmaus.  When their logic failed them Christ Himself came along beside them and explained from the Scriptures the mystery of His death and resurrection.
Several of the eleven disciples went back to fishing.  When their own self efforts couldn’t produce a catch, Jesus appeared on the shore and told them to cast their nets on the right side of the boat.  Their nets were filled.  Their needs were met.
Finally, Jesus gathered His disciples and instructed them to tell others what He had done in their lives.  He told them to preach and teach all nations.  And to equip and empower them, He gave them the promise of His ever-abiding presence.  Then He ascended into Heaven before their eyes.
In all of these instances, Christ knew exactly where His disciples were and He knew what they were facing.  Sorrow, grief, despair, confusion, fear, doubt, uncertainly, situations that don’t make sense, failed efforts . . . He understands them all.  His resurrection was their consolation and hope.  Let it be yours as well.
Up from the Grave He Arose (Low in the Grave He Lay)
 Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior,
waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!


Up from the grave He arose;
with a mighty triumph o'er His foes; 
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
and He lives forever, with His saints to reign. 
 He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!


Death cannot keep its prey, Jesus my Savior;
He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!

Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus my Savior,
Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus my Lord!


Robert Lowry (1826-1899)
The Crown Of Thorns
12 years ago


In Christianity, the Crown of Thorns, one of the instruments of the Passion, was the woven chaplet of thorn branches worn by Jesus before his crucifixion. It is mentioned in the Gospels of Matthew (27:29),

Mark (15:17), and John (19:2, 5)


Crown of Thorns 'Dwarf Apache'

The common names allude to the legend that the Euphorbia Milii worn by Christ at the time of his crucifixion was made from stems of this plant. Interestingly, the stems of this plant are pliable and can be intertwined into a circle. There exists substantial evidence that the species, native to Madagascar, had been brought to the Middle East before the time of Christ.

A trailing or climbing spiny shrub (Euphorbia milii) native to Madagascar and cultivated as a houseplant, having showy flower clusters with usually red, petallike bracts.


I Walked Today Where Jesus Walked:

I walked today where Jesus walked,
In days of long ago.
I wandered down each path He knew,
With reverent step and slow.
Those little lanes, they have not changed,
A sweet peace fills the air.
I walked today where Jesus walked,
And felt Him close to me.

My pathway led through Bethlehem,
A memory's ever sweet.
The little hills of Galilee,
That knew His childish feet.
The Mount of Olives, hallowed scenes,
That Jesus knew before
I saw the mighty Jordan row,
As in the days of yore.

I knelt today where Jesus knelt,
Where all alone he prayed.
The Garden of Gethsemane,
My heart felt unafraid.
I picked my heavy burden up,
And with Him at my side,
I climbed the Hill of Calvary,
I climbed the Hill of Calvary,
I climbed the Hill of Calvary,
Where on the Cross He Died!

I walked today where Jesus walked,
And felt Him close to me.


Lyrics  by Daniel S. Twohig

music by Geoffrey O'Hara

All Glory Laud And Honor
12 years ago


Lyricist: Theodulph of Orleans

Composer: Melchior Tescher

Lyrics Date: 820

Music Date: 1615

Translator: John Mason Neale

Translation Date: 1854


All Glory Laud And Honor is based on verses written in the early Middle Ages. The Latin original, "Gloria, laus et honor tibi sit, rex Christe redemptor" was 78 lines long.
It was written as a processional hymn. In the Middle Ages, it was the custom for the clergy and choir to process within the church as well as in the church square and town.
St. Theodulph of Orleans wrote "All Glory, Laud and Honor" while he was in prison, under suspicion of plotting against Emperor Louis I.
Legend has it that King Louis passed the prison during the Palm Sunday procession while Theodulph sang this hymn from his window, which so delighted the king that he was immediately liberated.
All Glory Laud And Honor:


All glory, laud and honor,
To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To Whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
 Thou art the King of Israel,
    Thou David's royal Son,
    Who in the Lord's Name comest,
    The King and Bless'd One.

The company of angels
    Are praising Thee on High,
    And we, with all creation, 
    In chorus make reply. 

The people of the Hebrews
    With palms before Thee went;
    Our prayer and praise and anthems
    Before Thee we present. 

 To Thee, before Thy passion,
    They sang their hymns of praise;
    To Thee, now high exalted,
    Our melody we raise. 

 Thou didst accept their praises;
    Accept the prayers we bring,
    Who in all good delightest,
    Thou good and gracious King. 

Palm Sunday
Give Them All To Jesus
12 years ago
Makeover for Wounded Hearts!
"Mommy, Boo-boo!" cries the toddler, as he runs to your side, pointing to a tiny cut of enormous crisis. You quickly rush to his wounded side with a Snoopy Band-Aid, and a kiss to "make it ALL better." Been there, done that? Sure--and it works! Five minutes later, the pain is quickly forgotten, and the toddler is back to his busy work schedule of messing up your house as usual!

But what about heart wounds? No Snoopy Band-Aid will help--and though a kiss may soften the blow a bit, it still stings, burns, and brings tears. Emotional wounds of the heart and soul are deep, and only the Master at the Well can heal them, ultimately and completely. So what are we waiting for? Let's run, as a child, to the Well for a healing touch from the Master's Hand!

A Hard Heart--His Humble Love!

Hard hearts need humble love--and it's nowhere to really be found but in the Lord. Hardness of heart is transformed in humbleness of spirit in His hands--when it's PLACED in His hands! Arrogance, pride, self-will, self-control harden the heart. Softness disappears; you don't like the person you see in the stillness of your heart--and honestly, noone else does either! That person is hard--and so unlike the humble Savior we love. So what to do? There's certainly no room for His humility when you're too proud to receive it. You've GOT to get it out--it may take a bulldozer, but you've got to break up all the "stuff" and give it to God. He wants to give you a heart of humble reliance upon Him, of humble accessibility to others, of humble awareness of your own need. You must willingly bow in His Presence, confess His Lordship in Your life, submit to His authority and control, and then you will know His humble love.

A Hurting Heart--His Healing Love!

Hurting hearts need healing love--and it's nowhere to really be found but in the Lord. Hurt is transformed into healing in His hands--when it's PLACED in His hands. And how do you do that? Painfully! For it will be the hardest thing you have ever done. You must empty out all the "stuff" from deep inside your hurting heart. Then there's room for God to fill it with HIS healing love, and you will be free. What was so devastating to you will not be wasted, for when God touches your life, He heals the wounds, and turns around your devastation to bless others.

But it's NOT magic! For healing will not happen until you give your hurting heart to God. You've been in control long enough, and now the choice is yours. Keep it, and hurt more. Give it to HIM, and be filled with HIS love. It's time for your makeover--let Him do it now!

Give Them All To Jesus

Are you tired of chasing pretty rainbows? Are you tired of spinning round and round? Wrap up all those shattered dreams of your life,

And at the feet of Jesus, lay them down.

Give them all, give them all, give them all to Jesus.

Shattered dreams, wounded hearts, and broken toys.

Give them all, give them all, give them all to Jesus And He will turn your sorrows into joy.

He never said you only see sunshine, He never said there would be no rain. He only promised a heart full of singing About the very thing that once brought pain.

Bob Benson ,Sr
Phil Johnson
Amazing Grace
12 years ago


“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound...” So begins one of the most beloved hymns of all times, a staple in the hymnals of many denominations, New Britain or “45 on the top” in Sacred Harp. The author of the words was John Newton, the self-proclaimed wretch who once was lost but then was found, saved by amazing grace.
Newton was born in London July 24, 1725, the son of a commander of a merchant ship which sailed the Mediterranean. When John was eleven, he went to sea with his father and made six voyages with him before the elder Newton retired. In 1744 John was impressed into service on a man-of-war, the H. M. S. Harwich. Finding conditions on board intolerable, he deserted but was soon recaptured and publicly flogged and demoted from midshipman to common seaman.
Finally at his own request he was exchanged into service on a slave ship, which took him to the coast of Sierra Leone. He then became the servant of a slave trader and was brutally abused. Early in 1748 he was rescued by a sea captain who had known John's father. John Newton ultimately became captain of his own ship, one which plied the slave trade.
Amazing Grace Movie~
The familiar, traditional melody most often used for this hymn was not original (nor was Newton a composer). As with other hymns of this period, the words were sung to a number of tunes before it became linked to the current tune that appeared in American hymnbooks of the 1830s.
There are two different tunes to the words. "New Britain" first appears in a shape note hymnal from 1831 called Virginia Harmony.
 The melody is believed to be Scottish or Irish in origin; it is pentatonic and suggests a bagpipe tune; the hymn is frequently performed on bagpipes.
Newton's lyrics have become a favorite for Christians, largely because the hymn vividly and briefly sums up the doctrine of divine grace. The lyrics are based on I Chronicles 17:16, where King David marvels at God's choosing him and his house. Newton apparently wrote this for use in a sermon he preached on this passage on New Year's Day 1773, for which he left his sermon notes. (He entitled the piece "Faith's review and expectation.")
Over the years, some verses have been omitted and others added to the song.
Amazing Grace:
As published in 1779 and 1804, the lyrics read:
Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
That sav’d a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev’d;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ’d!
Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promis’d good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call’d me here below,
Will be forever mine.

John Newton 1725-1807
12 years ago
God Moves In A Mysterious Way 


William Cowper suffered when his friend, John Newton left Olney, to become London's most celebrated pastor.  Turning again to writing, William this time devoted his energy to secular poetry rather than spiritual hymns, earning him a prominent place in English literature.  The publication of "The Task" made him famous throughout Britian. 

His depression was never far away, and it intensified as he aged.  Shortly before his death he wrote The Castaway, in which he describe himself as a sailor swept overboard into the Atlantic to perish.  In this melancholia, William died on April 25, 1800.

There is a report, however, that on his deathbed his face suddenly lit up as he exclaimed, "I am not shut out of heaven after all!"   

God Moves In A Mysterious Way:

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.


William Cowper

1731 - 1800

Be Thou My Vision
12 years ago

The lyrics of "Be Thou My Vision" derive from an eighth-century Irish poem,"Rob tu mo bhoile, a Comdi cirde." Little is known about the person who created such moving poetry. Though their identity remains a mystery, "Be Thou My Vision" stands as a living testimony to their faith-filled heart.

With its heartfelt poetry and moving melody, "Be Thou My Vision" beautifully expresses the desires of the Christian heart. Though its popularity rose only in the past fifty years or so, the hymn actually has a rich history dating back to the eighth century.

Between the years of 400 and 700 AD the Irish people lived out a passionate faith in Christ. Ireland took up the missionary endeavor with excitement, and the country became known for its all-absorbing efforts to share Christianity throughout the world. Irish missionaries were found from Scotland to Switzerland, spreading the Good News wherever they went.

Some scholars believe that the words to the hymn are the product of a man known simply as St. Patrick. Patrick was born in A.D. 373 along the banks of the River Clyde in what is now called Scotland. When he was 16 he was kidnapped by pirates and taken as a slave to Ireland. There he gave his life to Jesus Christ. He eventually escaped, but he never forgot this experience and when he was about 30 he returned to his former captors with only one possession: the Latin Bible. History tells us that St. Patrick was the man most responsible for the Good News of Christ coming to Ireland. As a result of his preaching, over 200 churches were established and 100,000 converts were baptized.

"Be Thou My Vision" undoubtedly comes from this spiritually rich period. Its prominent theme encourages single-hearted focus and devotion to Christ. In the hymn lyrics, the poet expresses his adoration of God through the many titles he gives him: Vision, Wisdom, Word, Great Father, Power, Inheritance, High King of heaven, Treasure, bright heaven's Sun, Ruler of all.

Today, we continue to sing the words of this hymn, echoing the poet's response to God's many titles. "Thou my best thought, Thy presence my light."



The hymn tune SLANE is named for a hill about ten miles from Tara in County Meath. In 433 AD, St. Patrick defied High King Logaire of Tara. Logaire had ordained that no fires were to be lit before he began the pagan spring festival by lighting a fire on Tara Hill. St. Patrick defied him and the druid priests by lighting the Pascal candle on Easter Eve on Slane Hill.

The lighting of a fire seems trivial to us but at the time it was equivalent to declaring war on the Druids and their pagan beliefs and war against the King of Ireland. That small act of starting a fire was a turning point in St. Patrick's life and in the history of Ireland. The Hill of Slane is where Saint Patrick (foreground above) confronted Laoghaire (pronounced Leary) , the High King of Tara and all Ireland. Patrick lit the Easter fire contrary to the Druidic law, and changed the spiritual landscape of Ireland forever.

The hymn tune SLANE came from a song known as "The Banks of the Bann," one of the great Northern Irish folk songs, first published by Patrick Joyce in Old Irish Folk Music and Songs, 1909. It was first associated with "Be Thou My Vision" in the Irish Church Hymnal of 1919.

Be Thou My Vision:

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul's Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

Thy Loving Kindness
12 years ago


"Up, Mommy, Up!" Kristin reached her arms up in the air.  "Hold me, Mommy!"  As far as little Kristin was concerned, being in her mother's arms was better than life itself.  Loving her mom the way she did, she wanted to be. She had earned her love because she had earned her trust.

Sometimes we, like tantrum-prone toddlers, are strong-willed enough to deny His goodness.  But when we come to our senses and are willing to be honest, we admit that His loving kindness is, in fact, better than life.

Thy Loving Kindness:

Thy loving kindness is better than life,
Thy loving kindness is better than life.
My lips shall praise Thee, thus will I bless Thee.
I will lift up my hands unto Thy Name.

I lift my hands up unto Thy Name,
I lift my hands up unto Thy name.
My lips shall praise Thee, thus will I bless Thee
I will lift up my hands unto Thy Name.

~Hugh Mitchell

O God, Our Help In Ages Past
12 years ago


Originally, "Our God, Our Help in Ages Past" contained nine verses. Today most hymnals use only verses 1, 2, 3, 5, and 9. In 1738, John Wesley changed the first line from "Our God" to "O God." Some feel that the change makes it easier to sing and also calls the vocative case which causes the singer to expect the "Thy" of the second stanza.


Another hymn in Isaac Whatt's 1719 Psalms of David Imitated is based on Psalm 90, and is perhaps Watts'  most bracing hymn.  It was played on the radio by the BBC as soon as World War II was declared, and was later sung at the funeral service of Winston Churchill. 

O God, Our Help In Ages Past:

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.

Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,
“Return, ye sons of men:”
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.

A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.

Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

Like flowery fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower’s hand
Lie withering ere ‘tis night.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.


Isaac Watts  (1674 -1748)


Winston Churchill (1874 -1965)

12 years ago

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all of our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.
Psalm 32:7 (66 kb)

Victory Chant
12 years ago


Nothing is quite a game when home team comes from behind to win the game.  The rhythm of pounding drums echoes through the stands.  The stomps and cheers of approving fans are thunderously loud.  An amazing victory demands an approprate response.

Christians have a reason to celebrate.  Once and for all, Jesus won our eternal salvation and defeated death, being raised the third day.

So we owe Him our praise.  We hail Him--Lion of tribe of Judah. And we will be with Him forever because of what He has done for us. 

 It's our privilege to celebrate His victory with song of praise, expressions of joy, and prayers of gratitude.  His love truly does free us to sing. 

Victory Chant:

by: Joseph Vogels

 Hail Jesus, You're my King. (repeat)
Your life frees me to sing. (repeat)
I will praise You all my days. (repeat)
You're perfect in all your ways. (repeat)

Hail Jesus. You're my Lord. (repeat)
I will obey Your word. (repeat)
I want to see Your kingdom come. (repeat)
Not my will but Yours be done. (repeat)

Glory, glory to the Lamb. (repeat)
You take me into the land. (repeat)
We will conquer in Your name. (repeat)
And proclaim that Jesus reigns. (repeat)

Hail, hail Lion of Judah. (repeat)
How powerful You are. (repeat)
Hail, hail Lion of Judah. (repeat)
How wonderful You are. (repeat)

Glory, glory to the Lamb. (repeat)
You take me into the land. (repeat)
We will conquer in Your name. (repeat)
And proclaim that Jesus reigns. (repeat)

Hail, hail Lion of Judah. (repeat)
How powerful You are. (repeat)
Hail, hail Lion of Judah. (repeat)
How wonderful You are. (repeat)
(repeat last line several times to end)

Praise God, From Whom All Blessings Flow
12 years ago


Before Charles Wesley or Isaac Watts, there was Thomas Ken who has been called "England's first hymnist."  He was born in 1637 in Little Berkhampstead on the fringes of greater London.  When his parents died, he was raised by his half-sister and her husband who enrolled him in Winchester College, an historic boys' school.  Thomas was later ordained to the ministry and returned to Winchester as a chaplain.

To encourage the devotional habits of the boys, Thomas wrote three hymns in 1674.  This was revolutionary because English hymns had not yet appeared.  Only the Psalms were sung in public worship.  Ken suggested the boys use the hymns privately in their rooms.

One hymn was to be sung upon waking, another at bedtime, and a third at midnight if sleep didn't come.  His morning hymn had thirteen stanzas, beginning with:

Awake, my soul, and with the sun thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth and joyful rise, to pay thy morning sacrifice.

His evening hymn, equally meaningful, included this verse:

All praise to Thee, my God, this night, for all the blessings of the light!

Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, beneath Thine own almighty wings.

All three hymns ended with a common stanza, which has since become the most widely-sung verse in the world.

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow: Praise Him, all creatures here below;

Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;

Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.


Praise God, From Whom All Blessings Flow:

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.


Thomas Ken

1637 -  1711


Winchester College, England

County seat of Hampshire,

 South central England.

Inspirational Corner
12 years ago
| Blue Label


When King Saul was trying to take the life of David, his son Jonathan pledged to protect his friend, and warn him of what his father was planning to do. (1 Samuel 20) In return Jonathan asked David to promise to "show me unfailing kindness like that of the Lord as long as I live, so that I may not be killed, and do not cut off your kindness from my family."

When General Robert E. Lee was president of Washington Academy, which was renamed Washington and Lee University, a new student came into his office and asked for a copy of the school's rules and regulations. Lee replied that the school had no printed rules. He said, "Our only rule is kindness."

Abraham Lincoln said, "Kindness is the only service that will stand the storms of life and not wash out. It will wear well and will be remembered long after the prism of politeness or the complexion of courtesy has faded away."

How do we clothe ourselves with kindness? For many of us it is very hard. Our personalities, our temperaments, our experiences of life, make it very hard for us to be kind to others. A person may be a devout Christian and yet find it very difficult to be kind. The competitive world of business, the school of hard knocks, and the lack of kindness in our childhood, seem to cripple us, and make us almost incapable of kindness.

Clothing ourselves in kindness requires cultivating the habit of kind interpretations. Our tendency is to judge one another, to be clever in our comments, to the point of sarcasm. Instead, love that is kind gives the other person the benefit of the doubt. It is to opt for charity rather than suspicion, to learn to inwardly praise rather than to criticize. This doesn't mean being naïve, and lacking discernment. But it forces us to see people in Christ, and to think the best of them. It could transform our attitude to others.

Kind words cost us nothing. They are the stuff of encouragement.

It was but a kindly word,
A word that was lightly spoken;
Yet not in vain
For it stilled the pain
Of a heart that was nearly broken.
It strengthened a faith beset with fears
And groped blindly through the midst of tears,
For light to brighten the coming years,
Although it was lightly spoken.

Frederick Faber has written that "it is harder for a clever man to be kind, especially in his words. He has the temptation to say clever things; and somehow, clever things are hardly ever kind things. There is a drop of acid in them.... A man who lays himself out to amuse is never a safe man to have for a friend... There is also a grace of kind listening... Kind listening is often an act of the most delicate interior mortification, and is a great assistance towards kind speaking."

Kindness in speaking and listening is an act of humility. It is also more effective than sarcasm. Faber writes, "Satire will not convert men. Hell threatened very kindly is more persuasive than a biting truth about a man's false position."

Kindness should never be confused with weakness. The world's kindness can lead to indulgence which encourages denial of problems, failure to act for the good of others, and excuses bad behavior. Kindness sometimes requires forcing an addict to go through the hell of withdrawal. Kindness means saying 'No' to a spoiled child. Kindness may mean reporting a crime committed by a friend, and making them face the consequences. It may be necessary to be tough in order to be kind. That may be the loving thing to do for the good of the other.

We strengthen ourselves with kindness when we recall God's kindness coming to us through people in our lives, many of whom, though dead, yet speak through their kindness to us in years past. Our hearts are filled with gratitude as we thank God for them. As David thanked God for his loving kindness shown in Jonathan's friendship, Mephibosheth thanked God for David's kindness. "I expect to pass through life but once. If therefore, there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall not pass this way again."

Fill My Way With Love:

Let me walked blessed Lord, in the way
Thou hast gone, Leading straight to the land above;
Giving cheer ev'rywhere, to the sad and the lone,
Fill my way ev'ry day with love

Fill my way ev'ry day with love (with love),
s I walk with the heavn'ly Dove;
Let me go all the while, with a song and a smile,
Fill my way ev'ry day with love.

Keep me close to the side of my Saviour and Guide,
Let me never in darkness rove;
Keep my path free from wrath, and my soul satisfied,
Fill my way eve'ry day with love.


Soon the race will be o'er and I'll travel no more,
But abide in my home above;
Let me sing blessed King, all the way to the shore,
Fill my way ev'ry day with love.



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