He Knows…

“You keep track of all my sorrows.  You have collected all my tears in your bottle.  You have recorded each one in your book.” 

Psalm 56:8 NLT

SOMETIMES I almost wonder if my Lord doth
really know
About the many little things that wound my poor
heart so.
I can but wonder if He knows the anguish of my
soul,
When tempests beat upon my head, and surging
billows roll;
I wonder if He hears at night my weary, longing
sighs,
I wonder if He sees the tears that tremble in mine
eyes!
I wonder if my burdens weigh upon His tender
heart,
And in my many sorrows, if His great love shares a part!

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Ah! no, I will not wonder, I will silence every
fear,
I’ve read that “in His bottle He doth treasure up
each tear;”
I know that He who heeds the smallest sparrow when
it falls,
Will surely, surely hearken when His own child
feebly calls;
I know that He who stilled the waves on Galilee’s
dark sea,
Will bid the storms of life, “Be still,” that rudely
threaten me.
Ah! no, I do not wonder, I am sure my Lord doth
know
About the many, many things that wound my poor
heart so!

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A Perfect Trust

trustO BLESSED peace of a perfect trust,
My loving God, in Thee;
Unwavering faith, that never doubts
Thou choosest best for me.

Best, though my plans be all upset;
Best, though the way be rough;
Best, though mine earthly store be scant;
In Thee I have enough.

Best, though my health and strength be gone,
Though weary days be mine,
Shut out from much that others have;
Not my will, Lord, but Thine!

And e’en though disappointments come,
They, too, are best for me,
To wean me from a clam’ring world,
And lead me nearer Thee.

O blessed peace of a perfect trust
That looks away from all;
That sees Thy hand in everything,
In great events or small;

That hears Thy voice—a Father’s voice—
Directing for the best:— ​
O blessed peace of a perfect trust,
A heart with Thee at rest!

 

In Thee, O LORD, do I put my trust — Psa. 31:1.

Whom Will Ye Serve?

 

 

CASESAR’S friends? or friends of Jesus?
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Friends of Caesar! Friends of Jesus!
Take your sides without delay.
If ye pause for man’s forbidding,
Caesar’s friendship ye secure;
If ye do the Father’s bidding,
Scorn, reproach, ye shall endure.

Friends of Caesar! Friends of Jesus!
Stand revealed! your choice declare!
Who in truth two masters pleases?
Who may rival banners bear?
Jesus’ friends account Him precious,
Lose for Him all other gain:
Dearer far the smile of Jesus
Than the praise of worldly men.

Free from Caesar, friends of Jesus!
Stand in phalanx! never fear!
Love, severely tried, increases;
Courage yet! The Lord is near!
Onward still, His name confessing,
Weaving crowns to grace His brow;
Lo! His hands are full of blessing,
Lifted for your succor now.

Caesar’s friends were we, but Jesus
Owns us for His friends to-day!
What! Shall rival friendship please us,
While the Bridegroom is away?
No! through grace would we surrender
Caesar’s things to Caesar’s care,
whilst to God, our God, we render
Filial homage, praise, and prayer.

 

Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him — 1 John 2:15

Help Yourself To Happiness

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seeks happiness, it’s true,
But finding it and keeping it
seem difficult to do.
Difficult because we think
that happiness is found
Only in the places where
wealth and fame abound.
And so we go on searching
in palaces of pleasure
Seeking recognition
and monetary treasure,
Unaware that happiness
is just a state of mind
Within the reach of everyone
who takes time to be kind.
For in making others happy
we will be happy, too.
For the happiness you give away
returns to shine on you.

Helen Steiner Rice

 

“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Luke 12:34

Love So Sweet

Characteristics of Love!  Click the link: Love

 

Its sweet like the nectarof the garden flower,

its soothing like the buzzing

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its warm like the rays

of the morning sun,

its the search of a love so pure

which keeps me on the run.
its the pulse in my vein,

the thoughts in my brain,

in every breath that I take,

the smile my lips make,

its in the twinkle of my eye,

till the day I die.
its the dream in my sleep,

its springs freshest leaf;

a love so rare like this

will always be with me for keeps.
its the warmth of my blood,

as my feelings flood,

as says my heart’s beat,

its depth touches the ocean’s feet.
even if its heart searing pain,

with nothing to gain,

I will feel it as the tear on my cheek,

and without words my soul will speak.
a feeling so sincere,

a bond so strong,

I know my soul will never guide me wrong.
I will wait till my last sunset,

till my heart slows down with a dull ache,

till my eyes are wet,

till I meet my soul’s mate,

yes, I will wait.

~Pirya