Lead Me

LORD Almighty, how happy are those who trust in you!  Psalm 84: 12 GNB 

 

I DO not ask, dear Lord, that life may be
A pleasant road;
I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me
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I do not ask that flowers should always spring
Beneath my feet;
I know too well the poison and the sting
Of things too sweet.
For one thing only, Lord, dear Lord, I plead:
Lead me aright,
Tho’ strength should falter, and tho’ heart should
bleed,
Through peace to light.

I do not ask, dear Lord, that Thou shouldst shed
Full radiance here;
Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread
Without a fear;
I do not ask my cross to understand,
My way to see;
Better, in darkness, just to feel Thy hand,
And follow Thee.
Joy is like restless day, but peace Divine
Like quiet night;
Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine,
Through peace to light.

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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L-O-V-E

L is for the loyalty you have for Father above
And it stands for the legacy of His amazing love
O is for the only Savior who can make a Saul into a Paul
And it stands for His omnipotence; The Lord over us all
V is for the vindication He gives through Jesus on the cross
And it stands for victory for we all will not be lost
E is for the earthly form in Jesus Christ His son
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Put all the letters together to spell love
Sent straight to us from our Father above
Love others as we love ourselves is the greatest command
Just as Jesus loved us as part of the Master’s plan
Love is the greatest of faith, hope, love, and charity
Love is the very basis of Christianity

You can’t be a Christian with no love to impart
Not when God, the very essence of love, lives right within your heart!

Donna Hendrix

Good Friday

God’s Son came to earth’s abode

On Calvary He shed His blood.

Once the Sacrifice was complete

Death He’d have to defeat.
For man His life He gave.


Resolved that sinners He’d save.

Ideally was God’s plan displayed,

Dutifully the Son obeyed.

Anguish and pain He would endure

Yet victory He’d lovingly procure.

James Martin

The ONE Loaf


1 COR. 10:17.

THE twilight hour, when all the world doth dream,
I stand amid
The ripening grain, the ripples, like the bosom of
a lakeimages
Beneath the evening breeze. I pluck, and idly hold
within
My hand, one golden ear, the while in swift succession
pass
Strange visions of the olden time: I see a threshing-
floor,—
The wheat by wooden flail bereft of chaff and shining
husk.
The scene is changed: I see a woman grinding at
a mill,—
Between the upper and the nether stones the grain is
crushed
Until no semblance of its former state remains, but
each
Is merged into one common whole,—a coarse and
homely meal.
Another picture,—mixed with water and with salt
a loaf,
Or flattened cake, is formed and laid upon the glow-
ing coals.

And as I gaze my thoughts are lifted to a higher
plane;
I see “the members of His body,” like the golden
grain,
Denuded of their glittering robes of earthly pride and
fame;
The upper and the nether stones of life’s vicissitudes
Are slowly, surely, grinding rich and poor, the high,
the low,
Into one common-union,—heart and mind, and zeal
and love;jk
With purifying salt, life-giving water of the Word,
The mass is being drawn and held and moulded in
“one loaf.”

Ah, then, beloved, when we drink of that memorial
cup,
And eat the symbol of His flesh, let us partake with
joy,
Nor marvel if we need that strange, transforming
power of fire,
Ere we are counted worthy to be like our Lord and
Head,
And “broken” that a hungry, fainting, dying world
be fed!

Christ, All In All


IN Christ all fullness dwells: from Him proceeds
All that fall’n man, poor, wretched, guilty, needs.
In Him the contrite, bruised in spirit, find
Whate’er can heal the sorrows of the mind— images97Y7JUIG
Forgiving love, that saves from blank despair,
Rich grace, that banishes each anxious care,
Soft pity, that relieves the bursting sigh,
And truth, revealing joys that never die.
Thrice happy they, who to His word attend,
His favor seek, and on His strength depend.
‘Tis theirs to know His heart-consoling voice,
To share His smile, and in His name rejoice.
To them, reclaimed in mercy from the fall
And heav’nward marching, Christ is all in all:
In want, their treasure—in distress, their stay—
In gloom, their day-spring—vigor, in decay—
‘Mid foes, their guard—in solitude, their guest—
In storms, their hiding place—in toils, their rest—
In bonds, their freedom—their relief, in pain—
In life, their glory—and in all things, gain.

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The ONE Who Can See In Us

“The secret of the LORD is for those who fear Him, And He will make them know His covenant.” Psalm 25:14

 

I’ve lately looked to the mirror
To find out what I lack Image result for look in the mirror
But the mirror has no opinions
It doesn’t see how I act

It only sees my appearance
It knows nothing more
It doesn’t see how I am outside
What I’m like outside that door

I’ve lately looked to the door
For guidance, for direction, for a way
But the door can’t choose it for me
I have to decide which path to take

I have to open it myself
Then direct my steps from there Outside,
the possibilities blind me
There are dreams in the air

I’ve lately looked to the sky
To find opportunity
But the dreams there belong to others
There’s nothing just for me

There are many places I can go from here
Each direction better than the last
I wish I had a Friend to help
An acquaintance from the past

He would answer some of my questions
Like should I go far or stay near?
Instead, he gives me some different advice der
Advice I don’t want to hear

He says to go back to the beginning
That I’m starting off far too soon
But then I realize I haven’t moved at all
I’m still here, in the same room

So I look to a different mirror
Not for the outside,
But in This ‘mirror’ is the One who helped me;
The one I can call a Friend

Unlike the mirror, this Friend can judge
He can show me the way, unlike the door
Unlike the sky, His advice is only for me
Unlike me, He’s been there before.

Trey Honza

O Trust thyself to Jesus

O TRUST thyself to Jesus,
When conscious of thy sin–
Of its heavy weight upon thee,
Of its mighty power within.Image result for trust Jesus
Then is the hour for pleading
His finished work for thee;
Then is the time for singing,
“His blood was shed for me.”
 
O trust thyself to Jesus,
When faith is dim and weak,
And the very One thou needest
Thou canst not rise to seek.
Then is the hour for seeing
That He hath come to thee;
Then is the time for singing,
“His touch hath healed me.”
 
O trust thyself to Jesus,
When tempted to transgress
By hasty word, or angry look.
Or thought of bitterness.
Then is the hour for claiming
Thy Lord to fight for thee;
Then is the time for singing,
“He doth deliver me.”
 
O trust thyself to Jesus,
When daily cares perplex,
And trifles seem to gain a power
Thine inner soul to vex.
Then is the hour for grasping
His hand who walked the sea;
Then is the time for singing,
“He makes it calm for me.”

O trust thyself to Jesus,
When some truth thou canst not see
For the mists of strife and error,
That veil its form from thee.
Then is the hour for looking
To Him to guide thee right;
Then is the time for singing,
“The Lord shall be my light.”

Daily Heavenly Manna

 

But as for me, I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; I trust in the lovingkindness of God forever and ever.  Psalm 52:8

Wounds That Bless

THE purple grape must be crushed
To make the sweet, red wine,
And furnace fires must fiercely burn,
The drossy gold to refine;
The wheel must cruelly grind,
Else where the jewel’s light?Image result for wounds that bless
And the steel submit to the polishing,
Or how would the sword grow bright?

How then, my soul, wilt thou
The Spirit’s fruits possess,
Except thou lovingly yield thyself
To the Hand that wounds to bless?
Then patiently let the fire
Consume all earthly dross–
Thou canst not hope to wear the Crown,
If thou refuse the Cross!

Daily Heavenly Manna

He heals the brokenhearted And binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3

Lamb of God

Behold the Lamb of God–John 1: 36.

All of the Lord’s servants should call attention to the Lord and not to themselves. Let us each bend our energies to pointing men to the Lamb of God, and not to self-seeking. Modesty is a gem, wherever found, one of the graces of the Spirit, which all of the Lord’s consecrated ones should seek to have largely developed and well polished. And let us remember that following Jesus, in the best sense, means that we walk in His paths, strive to do as nearly as we are able what He would do today, taking our lessons from what He did and said personally, and from the instructions which He has left for us, through the Apostles, respecting the path of fellowship in His sufferings, the path to glory and reward in His Kingdom.  untitled

Christ is the Lamb of God, because as an unblemished One He was chosen on the tenth of Nisan, and put to death on the fourteenth as the Passover for God’s people. Lamblike He submitted to death; and His blood sprinkling the lintels and doorposts of God’s House, stays the hand of the Second Death from injuring us. Of His roasted flesh it is our privilege to partake with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth and with the bitter herbs of persecution, etc., while we stand girded, shod, with staff in hand for our journey to antitypical Canaan.

Parallel passages: Isa. 45: 22; 65: 1, 2; Heb. 12: 2; Gen. 22: 7, 8; Ex. 12: 3; Isa. 53: 7; John 1: 29; Acts 8: 32; 1 Pet. 1: 19; Rev. 5: 6-14; 14: 1, 4; 19: 7-9; 21: 14, 22, 23; 22: 1, 3.

Questions: Have I this week beheld the Lamb of God? How? With what results?

Daily Heavenly Manna

A PRESENT HELP

THERE is never a day so dreary,
But God can make it bright;
And unto the soul that trusts Him,
He giveth songs in the night.

There is never a path so hidden,
But God will show us the way,
If we seek for the Spirit’s guidance,
And patiently wait and pray.

There is never a cross so heavy,
But the loving hands are there,
Outstretched in tender compassion,
The burden to help us bear.

There is never a heart that is broken,
But the loving Christ can heal;
For the heart that was pierced on Calvary,
Doth still for His people feel.

There is never a life so darkened,
So hopeless and so unblest,
But may be filled with the light of God,
And enter His promised rest.

There is never a sin nor a sorrow,
There is never a care nor a loss,
But that we may carry to Jesus,
And leave at the foot of the cross.

What more can we ask than He’s promised?
(And we know that His Word cannot fail,)
Our refuge when storms are impending,
Our help when temptations assail.

Our Savior, our Friend and Redeemer,
Our portion on earth and in Heaven;
For He who withheld not His own Son,
Hath with Him all things freely given.