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.
“You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.”
SOMETIMES I almost wonder if my Lord doth
About the many little things that wound my poor
I can but wonder if He knows the anguish of my
When tempests beat upon my head, and surging
I wonder if He hears at night my weary, longing
I wonder if He sees the tears that tremble in mine
I wonder if my burdens weigh upon His tender
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
I’ve read that “in His bottle He doth treasure up
I know that He who heeds the smallest sparrow when
Will surely, surely hearken when His own child
I know that He who stilled the waves on Galilee’s
Will bid the storms of life, “Be still,” that rudely
Ah! no, I do not wonder, I am sure my Lord doth
About the many, many things that wound my poor
TAKE time to be holy! Speak oft with the Lord;
Abide in Him always, and feed on His Word;
Make friends of God’s children, help those who are weak,
Forgetting in nothing His blessing to seek.
Take time to be holy! The world rushes on;
Spend much time in secret with Jesus alone;
By looking to Jesus, like Him thou shalt be;
Thy friends in thy conduct His likeness shall see.
Take time to be holy! Let Him be thy guide,
And run not before Him, whatever betide;
In joy or in sorrow, still follow the Lord,
And, looking to Jesus, still trust in His word!
Take time to be holy! Be calm in thy soul,
Each thought and each motive beneath His control;
Thus led by His spirit to fountains of love,
Thou soon shalt be fitted for service above.
JUST to let Thy Father do what He will;
Just to know that He is true, and be still.
Just to follow, hour by hour, as He leadeth;
Just to draw the moment’s power, as it needeth.
Just to trust Him, this is all. Then the day will
Peaceful, whatso’er befall, bright and blessed, calm
Just to let Him speak to thee, through His Word,
Watching, that His voice may be clearly heard.
Just to tell Him everything, as it rises,
And at once to bring to Him all surprises.
Just to listen, and to stay where you cannot miss His
This is all! and thus today, you, communing, shall
Just to trust, and yet to ask guidance still;
Take the training or the task, as He will.
Just to take the loss or gain, as He sends it;
Just to take the joy or pain as He lends it.
He who formed thee for His praise will not miss the
So today, and all thy days, shall be moulded for
Just to leave in His dear hand little things;
All we cannot understand, all the stings.
Just to let Him take the care sorely pressing;
Finding all we let Him bear changed to blessing.
This is all! and yet the way marked by Him who
loves thee best:
Secret of a happy day, secret of His promised rest.
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.
For friendships last a life time
When built on Jesus Christ,
Throughout each different season,
We find we are in life
Friends are there through times of grief
And times when hope is gone,
Always there with encouragement
So we can carry on
So thank the Lord for giving you
A true and faithful friend,
To laugh with you, and cry with you,
On whom you can depend
For friends will stay no matter what,
Giving you support
And together your hearts truly unite
With the love of the Lord.
M. S. Lowndes
Life’s too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
Live life the way you want it to be.
Live it to the fullest, feel free!
Never waste it with worthless doubts and fears,
With insecurities and useless tears.
Remember that what couldn’t tear you makes you strong.
Put away frustrations, sing your own song!
Believe in what you can do.
The world is round; it’s all up to you.
Think fast, act now!
Time is gold; it couldn’t be renewed.
Value experiences, learn from mistakes.
Improve for the better, live for others.
Do what is right and what is best.
Always be yourself, unique from the rest.
Laugh as if there’s no tomorrow.
Dance as though you’ll never get through.
Love with all your heart and soul.
Sing like you’re on the top of the world.
Forget the money, the root of all evil.
Treasure your loved ones; you’re blessed they’re still here.
Strengthen your faith, live with God.
The best things in life are for free, so why not?!
LIGHT after darkness,
Gain after loss,
Strength after suffering,
Crown after cross.
Sweet after bitter,
Song after sigh,
Home after wandering,
Praise after cry.
Sheaves after sowing,
Sun after rain,
Sight after mystery,
Peace after pain.
Joy after sorrow,
Calm after blast,
Rest after weariness,
Sweet rest at last.
Near after distant,
Gleam after gloom,
Love after loneliness,
Life after tomb.
After long agony
Rapture of bliss!
Right was the pathway
Leading to this!
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—
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.
I CANNOT say,
Beneath the pressure of life’s cares today,
I joy in these;
But I can say
That I would rather walk this rugged way,
If Him it please.
I cannot feel
That all is well when dark’ning clouds conceal
The shining sun;
But then I know
God lives and loves; and say, since it is so,
“Thy will be done.”
I cannot speak
In happy tones; the tear-drops on my cheek
Show I am sad;
But I can speak
Of grace to suffer with submission meek,
Until made glad.
I do not see
Why God should e’en permit some things to be,
When He is love;
But I can see,
Though often dimly, through the mystery,
His hand above.
I may not try
To keep the hot tears back; but hush that sigh,
“It might have been;”
And try to still
Each rising murmur, and to God’s sweet will