Motivated From The Heart

We can do all the right things
And be eloquent in what we say,
But if we don’t have love in our hearts,images9zhoyofy
What we do and say is in vain

 

We can give everything to those in need,
Even sacrifice all our time,
But if we don’t have God’s love inside,
It’s as if our faith is blind

 

The only motivation we should have
Is God’s compassionate heart,
To really have God’s mercy and grace
For the many lost in the dark

 

Touch us again with your love
And a desire for the lost
To show them there is a better way,
To lead them to Jesus cross

 

So they, too, may be deeply touched
With your saving grace, O Lord,
And know the missing link is you,
The key that unlocks the door

 

For you have reconciled us, Lord,
Back to our Father above,
To have meaningful relationship
And receive His eternal love

 

So, may our walk be blameless, Lord,
Reflecting who you are
Let nothing we do be in vain,
But be motivated from the heart.

 

M.S.Lowndes

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Sometimes Love…

Sometimes love can be quiet
And sometimes love can be still,
But always love is patientyt
And is a choice of our will

 

Sometimes love can be vibrant —
Sometimes it’s not easily felt,
But always love is eternal
And is never boastful or proud

 

Sometimes love can be tender
Then sometimes hard to express,
But always love is truthful
And believes in the very best

 

Sometimes love can be exciting
And love can sometimes be sweet
For love is always trusting
And chooses never to envy

 

Sometimes love can be painful
Then sometimes love’s like a song,
But always love is forgiving
And keeps no record of wrongs

 

Sometimes love can be gentle
Then sometimes it’s just a word,
But always love protects and hopes
And love is always preserved

 

Love is never self-seeking
And is never angered or rude
Love can never fail us,
For God’s love is faithful and true.

M.S. Lowndes

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

Love’s Alchemy

LOVE is the filling from one’s own
Another’s cup.
Love is a daily laying down
And taking up;
A choosing of the stony path
Through each new day
That other feet may tread with ease
A smoother way.
Love is not blind, but looks abroad
Through other eyes;
And asks not “Must I give?” but “May
I sacrifice?”
Love hides its grief, that other hearts
And lips may sing;
And burdened, walks, that other lives
May, buoyant, wing.
Brother, hast thou a love like this
Within thy soul?
‘Twill change thy name to saint when thou
Dost reach thy goal.

 

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Love’s Alchemy


LOVE is the filling from one’s own
Another’s cup.grouphug1
Love is a daily laying down
And taking up;
A choosing of the stony path
Through each new day
That other feet may tread with ease
A smoother way.
Love is not blind, but looks abroad
Through other eyes;
And asks not “Must I give?” but “May
I sacrifice?”
Love hides its grief, that other hearts
And lips may sing;
And burdened, walks, that other lives
May, buoyant, wing.
Brother, hast thou a love like this
Within thy soul?
‘Twill change thy name to saint when thou
Dost reach thy goal.

Daily Heavenly Manna

 

 

True Love

Love can always conquer

Whatever discord brings

and love can also coverwpid-images-27.jpeg

a multitude of things.

Don’t you underestimate

what love can ever do,

for love is God eternal

and His love can renew.

What is cold and lifeless,

now lost all hope and died,

for love can breathe new meaning

and give it back new life.

Please don’t give up on love

when it seems that all is lost,

for there is always hope

if we’re prepared to pay the cost.

For love is always worth it

no matter how much the price,

for love will be much stronger

when we trust in Jesus Christ.

So let God have full reign,

let Him live within your heart

then you will know true love,

for this He will impart.

 

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