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

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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Amazing Love

How is it that the blind could see
That the lame could walk
That the deaf could hear
And the mute talk

How is it that the sea obeyed
And that the nets were filled
How could the prophets know
That The Son was destined to be killed

How is it that the wise men came
To praise the newborn King
How on earth were shepherds picked
To hear the angels sing

How is it that King David
Could write about the cross
Knowing that Messiah’s sacrifice
Would signal Satan’s loss

How is it that the leper
Could see his hands made clean
How could it have happened
And what could it mean

How could His chosen people
Turn upon The Son
And let a ruthless killer free
As they scourged The Holy One

How did the water turn to wine
And how was the stone rolled away
How could He speak so assuredly
Of how He’d rise that day

How is it that the veil was torn
And that a virgin bore a Son
How amazing that He’d die for us
So our victory could be won

How is it that Lazarus rose
And that He walked upon the sea
How could He forgive the tormentors
As He hung upon the tree

How is it that Bethlehem was chosen
That His birthplace was foretold
That John The Baptist spoke of Him
In words so sharp and bold

How is it that His disciples fled
On that fateful night
Only to die a martyr’s death
Convinced that He was right

How is it that we go on living
As if His words weren’t true
How amazing that He still awaits
Sinners like me and you.

 

Mike Hall

No Greater Love

No greater love than this,
that He would die for me.
No greater friend,
will this world ever see.

No greater love will come,
than the one He freely gives.
No greater joy,
than knowing my Saviour lives.

No greater love is there,
from a Father to a Son.
No greater promise,
that His will shall been done.

No greater love than this,
to the chosen from their King.
No greater comfort,
then the peace He will bring.

Debra Ann Belka

 

All That Love Asks…

“All that I ask,” says Love, “is just to stand
And gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes; abundanthope
For in their depths lies largest Paradise.
Yet, if perchance one pressure of thy hand
Be granted me, then joy I thought complete
Were still more sweet.

“All that I ask,” says Love, “all that I ask,
Is just thy hand-clasp.    Could I brush thy cheek
As zephyrs brush a rose leaf, words are weak
To tell the bliss in which my soul would bask.
There is no language but would desecrate
A joy so great.

“All that I ask, is just one tender touch
Of that soft cheek.    Thy pulsing palm in mine,
Thy dark eyes lifted in a trust divine,
And those curled lips that tempt me overmuch
Turned where I may not seize the supreme bliss
Of one mad kiss.

“All that I ask,” says Love, “of life, of death,
Or of high heaven itself, is just to stand,
Glance melting into glance, hand twined in hand,
The while I drink the nectar of thy breath
In one sweet kiss, but one, of all thy store,
I ask no more.”

“All that I ask”–nay, self-deceiving Love,
Reverse thy phrase, so thus the words may fall,
In place of “all I ask,” say, “I ask all,”
All that pertains to earth or soars above,
All that thou wert, art, will be, body, soul,
Love asks the whole,

– Ella Wheeler Wilcox

 

1 Corinthians 13:8-13New International Version (NIV)

 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

 

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