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.

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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