The remedies of blue
And the vision of hope
For this is how
You can learn to cope
With the trouble’s of life
That are on the way
So greet with smile
Each new day.
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
And it stands for everlasting; the Father’s will be done
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!
Shutting the door on yesterday opens your mind and spirit up for Brand new beginnings and opens the door for a Fresh start today !
What are you waiting on? Open that door. Step through and experience all that GOD has waiting for you!
I’ve shut the door on Yesterday,
It’s sorrows and mistakes.
I’ve locked within its gloomy walls
Past failures and heartaches.
And now I throw the key away,
To seek another room,
And furnish it with hope and smiles
And every springtime bloom.
No thought shall enter this Abode
That has a hint of pain;
And envy, malice and distrust
Shall never entrance gain.
I’ve shut the door on Yesterday
And thrown the key away –
Tomorrow holds no fear for me
Since I have found Today.
Go labor on; spend and be spent,—
Thy joy to do thy Father’s will;
It is the way the Master went;
Should not the servant tread it still?
Go, labor on; ’tis not for naught;
Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;
The Master praises—what are men?
Go, labor on; enough, while here,
If He shall praise thee—if He design
Thy willing heart to mark and cheer;
No toil for Him shall be in vain.
Men sit in darkness at thy side,
Without a hope beyond the tomb;
Take up the torch and wave it wide,
The torch that lights the thickest gloom.
Go, labor on; thy hands are weak,
Thy knees are faint, thy soul cast down,
Yet falter not; the prize we seek,
Is near—a Kingdom and a crown!
|Balmy morning! blessed morning!
All the emerald glade adorning
In thy light–
In thy golden glowing beam
With an ever-changeful gleam
Flashing sparkling deeply glowing
Varying tints of beauty showing
In thy welcome light!Balmy morning! blessed morning!
Flowers look up,
With a precious, pearly off’ring,
In each cup–
Dewy off’ring gleaned by night,
As a tribute to the light,–
Far more precious than the gem
Of a monarch’s diadem,
Is the gift
Which they lift
To thy welcome light!Balmy morning! blessed morning!
Sounds of mirth,
From the vocal vales ascending,
Hail thy birth.
Happy birds in echoing bowers,
Waken all their tuneful powers,
And spontaneous music springs
From all animated things,–
Joyful greet thy light!
Balmy morning! blessed morning!
– Mrs. J. C. Yule
“When Jesus comes, the shadows depart”. -unknown
I remember, a particular time in my life when there were many shadows. As I now look back, all that I can say is if it hadn’t been for the Lord, I would have been a total basket case.
Well, one morning as I drove to work, I began to think on everything that was wrong. Adding insult to injury the very car I was driving was one of them.
Overall, I just felt down and alone. One of those seasons when, “if it can go wrong; it will go wrong.”
As I reflected on several parts of my life, shadows hovered around all of them. My eyes were fixed firmly on those shadows and nowhere else.
But something seemed to shake me loose. I almost felt like there was a tap on my shoulder and I felt prompted to look up.Even though it was an overcast day, I could see a few shimmers of sunshine breaking through the gray.
Then my heart remembered this scripture: ” I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; from whence shall my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.” Psalm 121:1
Such a brief moment but in it, I felt the presence of Jesus right there with me. I can’t tell you what happened but everything changed. He met me there as I drove along. It felt to me like the sky was pure light and everything in my life that I had been worried about was going to be okay.
How about you? Got shadows?
Jesus is waiting for you to lift up your head and look to Him. He already has the solution.
Count your blessings, not your troubles.
You’ll make it through whatever comes along.
Within you are so many answers.
Understand, have courage, be strong.
Don’t put limits on yourself.
So many dreams are waiting to be realized.
Decisions are too important to leave to chance.
Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize.
Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.
The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.
Don’t take things too seriously.
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.
Remember that a little love goes a long way.
Remember that a lot . . . goes forever.
Remember that friendship is a wise investment.
Life’s treasures are people . . . together.
Realize that it’s never too late.
Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.
Have heath and hope and happiness.
Take the time to wish upon a star.
And don’t ever forget . . .
For even a day . . .
How very special you are.
How little we know what God has in store
As daily he blesses our lives more and more.
I’ve lived many years and I’ve learned many things,
But today I have grown new spiritual wings. . .
For pain has a way of broadening our view
And bringing us closer in sympathy, too,
To those who are living in constant pain
And trying somehow to bravely sustain
The faith and endurance to keep on trying
When they almost welcome the peace of dying. . .
Without this experience I would have lived and died
Without fathoming the pain of Christ crucified,
For none of us knows what pain is all about
Until our spiritual wings start to sprout.
So thank you, God, for the gift you sent
To teach me that pain’s Heaven-sent.
Helen Steiner Rice
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?
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
We are your children, Lord,
Saved by your precious grace
And walking in your victory,
Living by hope and faith
We come before your holy throne
And worship at your feet,
Our souls renewed with new hope,
Our spirits now set free
We yearn to know you more, O God,
More than we do right now
And we long for your presence, Lord,
As before your throne, we bow
May we be as fragrant offerings,
An incense of the Lord
That you may take pleasure in us,
A vessel you have called
So you may fill to overflow
With your Holy Spirit of truth,
So we can take your gospel, Lord,
To those who don’t know you
And be to them as Jesus was,
To love them all despite
Wherever they have come from, Lord,
For you can change their lives
So they can come before you
And worship you with praise,
To come into your presence, Lord,
And receive your saving grace.