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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She Hath Done What She Could

THE Feast was spread at Simon’s house, and as
they sat at meat,
A woman came and silent stood within the open
door— jar1
Close pressed against her throbbing heart an alabaster
box
Of purest spikenard, costly, rare, she held. With modest fear,
She dreaded to attract the curious gaze of those
within,
And yet her well-beloved Friend was there, her
Master, Lord.
With wondrous intuition she divined that this might
be
Her last, her only opportunity to show her love;
She thought of all that He had done for her, the
holy hours
She spent enraptured at His feet, unmindful of all
else,
If only she might hear those words of Truth, those
words of Life.
She thought of that dark hour when Lazarus lay
within the tomb
And how He turned her night to day, her weeping
into joy.
Her fair face flushed, with deepening gratitude her
pure eyes shone;
With swift, light step she crossed the crowded room.
She bravely met
Those questioning eyes (for Love will find its way
through paths where lions
Fear to tread); with trembling hands she broke the
seal and poured
The precious contents of the box upon her Savior’s
feet,
And all the house was filled with fragrance wonderful
and sweet.
She could not speak, her heart’s devotion was too
deep, her tears
Fell softly, while she took her chiefest ornament, her
long
And silken hair and wiped His sacred feet,—when
suddenly
A rude voice broke the golden silence with, “What
waste! this might
Have sold for much, to feed the poor!” She lower
bent her head—
To her it seemed so mean a gift for love so great to
make!
Again a voice re-echoed through the room, her
blessed Lord’s,
(He half arose and gently laid His hand upon her
hair)—
And how it thrilled her fainting heart to hear Him
sweetly say,
“Rebuke her not, for she hath wrought a good work,
what she could;
Aforehand, to anoint Me for my burying, she hath
come,
and this her deed of love throughout the ages shall
be told!”

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How oft since first I read the story of this saint of old,
My own poor heart hath burned with fervent, longing,
deep desire,
That I might thus have ministered unto my Lord and
King—
“The chiefest of ten thousand, altogether lovely One.”
And now, to learn—oh! precious thought, ’tis not
too late, I still
May pour Love’s priceless ointment on “the members”
of His Feet!
Dear Lord, I pray, oh! help me break with sacrificial
hand
The seal of Self, and pour the pent-up odors of my
heart
Upon Thy “Feet!” Oh! Let me spend my days and
nights in toil,
That I, perchance, may save from needless wandering,
and help
To keep them in the narrow way that leads to light
and life.
Oh! let me lay within their trembling hands a rose of
love,
A lily’s pure and holy inspiration on their breast!
Dear Master, let me kneel with them in dark
Gethsemane;
Oh! help me boldly stand and meekly bear the scoffs
and jeers
Of cruel, mocking tongues! Oh! may I count no
cost, e’en life
Itself, too great to serve, to bless, to comfort Thy
dear “Feet,”
And when the last drop of my heart’s devotion hath
been shed,
Oh, may I hear Thy sweet voice say, “She hath done
what she could!”

Daily Heavenly Manna

Thank You Lord

I thank you for your strength Lord to make it through hard days
For the courage to move forward when skies are dark and gray
I thank you for the comfort found in your loving arms
And your leading Spirit that moves to keep me from all harmholding Jesus

I thank you for the love that your so freely give
And for your encouragement all through this life we live
I thank you for this world you created for all mankind
And thank you for our relationships; our precious ties to bind

I thank you for the good and for the bad that teaches me the lessons of life
Those circumstances that teach me how to move through the struggles and the strife
I thank you for the peace you give that surpasses all we know
And for the forgiveness to us that you are able to show

Most of all I thank you for Jesus Christ your Son
And pray that in His name your blessed will to be done!

Donna Hendrix

Where Could I Go From You

Read: Psalm 139:1-18

This is such an awesome Psalm. So much is said here. God knows everything about us, and He has searched us thoroughly and understands and knows all our thoughts. He knows how we will respond to things. Nothing we do or say could ever surprise Him. There is nowhere we can go to get away from Him, or to hide from Him. He knows where we are at all times. I find that quite comforting to know. He loves us so much that He would be that concerned for us. He is always there to guide us, and to lead us (v: 10). livingwater2

He knitted us together in our Mothers womb. We were, “…intricately and curiously wrought [as if embroidered with various colors] in the depths of the earth [a region of darkness and mystery].” (v: 15) I love that description. We are like a beautiful embroidery the Lord has woven. He saw our unformed substance, while we were being formed in the womb. All our days were written in His book, before we were even born (v: 16). How very special we are to the Lord. He has such an awesome plan for each of us. We are not here by accident. We have a purpose and a destiny in God. We are here for a reason. God has a dream and a vision that He has placed in each one of us to fulfil.

How precious are His thoughts toward us. They out number the sand (v: 17-18). Isn’t that incredible? God must think about us all the time. This really struck me as I was reading this passage. To know we are on God’s mind that much. That He could care and be concerned with our lives that much, is such a comforting thing to know. What love is that!

May we today have a deeper sense of God’s presence with us wherever we may be, wherever we may go, whatever we may be doing today. Take comfort in knowing that God is thinking of you and is always with you.

M.S. Lowndes

 


“…For He [God] Himself has said, I will not in any way fail you nor give you up nor leave you without support. [I will] not, [I will] not, [I will] not in any degree leave you helpless nor forsake nor let [you] down (relax My hold on you)! [Assuredly not!].” ~ Hebrews 13:5b (AMP)

 

Where could I go from your spirit?
And why would I want to hide?
For you care so much about me, Lord,
And are always by my side.

 

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A Fresh Start

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At the dawning of every new day
Saturating hearts with His goodness
As we bow before Him and pray.

Filling us with amazing grace
Giving us a reason to sing
So we can’t help but shout His praise
For mercies new every morning.

He rejuvenates us with His Word
Flooding our spirits with unsullied joy
Our gracious and good God
Gives us all things to deliriously enjoy.

Beautiful poems, sweet music
Radiant stars and fragrant flowers
Resplendent robes, delicacies to eat
He sends us blissful showers.

He sends His love
When we feel we can’t go on
Moments of doubt and despair
When all hope seems gone.

Giving us family and friends so dear
Angels to guide us, gentle as dove
Letting us know how much He cares
Oh, the comfort of His great love!

Each and every new day
Fix your gaze on God above
In many glorious, wondrous ways
He sends His love.

Benjamin Anabaraonye

 

The Word Speaks

“For the Word that God speaks is alive and full of power [making it active, operative, energizing, and effective]; it is sharper than any two-edged sword, penetrating to the dividing line of the breath of life (soul) and [the immortal] spirit, and of joints and marrow [of the deepest parts of our nature], exposing and sifting and analyzing and judging the very thoughts and purposes of the heart.”
Hebrews 4:12

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Nothing compares to the Word of God. It is Active, Operative, Energizing and Effective.

The work that the Word of God does is like no other. There is something about God’s Word that reaches into the unreachable places of our spirits and exposes what needs exposing. God’s Word brings into alignment our thoughts, actions and our plans – with His truth.

Whatever there is within us contrary to the Word of Truth, it will be exposed so we can make changes. Sometimes this can be a painful time, if it is a past hurt or a painful memory we have long before buried deep within. We often don’t want to revisit the past, when it brings us so much pain.

God’s Word can bring healing, restoration, comfort and hope. It builds up our faith to be able to stand firm. We need to allow God’s word to do a thorough work within, and align our lives to God’s truth.

The world disguises lies as truth, but God’s Word will stand and expose it for what it is. Don’t get caught up in what the world says, but measure it up with what God’s Word of Truth says.

 

Lord, I thank you for your word
That penetrates deep within
Help me to allow you, Lord
Expose what I have hidden.

M.S. Lowndes

 

When I Speak Your Name in Prayer

 

I’d like to sit you down and tell you everything’s okay
And have the strength enough to pull you through another day
I’d like to help you to believe that this will be all right
And that you will not have to spend another sleepless night

I’d like to hold your hand and wipe the teardrops from your eyesimagesE23O8G49
And help you just to sort things out while you question why
I’d like to try and lift the load and carry it for you
And truly help you understand just what you’re going through

I’d like to have the words to make this trouble disappear
And give you peace of mind so you won’t shed another tear
I’d like to have the magic touch to take away your pain
And help you see the blue sky just beyond this blinding rain

But sometimes what we say or do just cannot be enough
To ease another’s passage through a trail so dark and rough
There is one thing I know will help much more than I can say
And rest assured that I will do it when I kneel to pray

I will take your name before the Father as I seek His face
And ask Him to enfold you in His arms of warm embrace
There’s no one who can comfort you quite like the Father can
And surely carry you across this dark and frightening span

Although, I dearly care for you and want to help so much
I know that what you really need is in the Father’s touch
So, I will take you to the throne and leave you in His care
I know He will deliver when I speak your name in prayer.

 

Linda Oliver