A Time To Believe

To believe is to know that every day is a new beginning.

Is to trust that miracles happen,

and dreams really do come true.
To believe is to see angels

dancing among the clouds,

To know the wonder of a stardust sky

and the wisdom of the man in the moon.
To believe is to know the value of a nurturing heart,

The innocence of a child’s eyes

and the beauty of an aging hand,

for it is through their teachings we learn to love.
To believe is to find the strength

and courage that lies within us

When it’s time to pick up

the pieces and begin again.
To believe is to know

we are not alone,

That life is a gift

and this is our time to cherish it.
To believe is to know

that wonderful surprises are just

waiting to happen,

And all our hopes and dreams are within reach.
If only we believe.
B. J.  Mortbitzer

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.

If We All Understood

But the LORD said to Samuel, “Do not look at his appearance or at the height of his stature, because I have rejected him; for God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.”  1 Samuel 16:7

COULD we draw aside the curtainsImage result for helping others
That surround each other’s lives,
See the naked heart and spirit,
Know what spur the action gives—
Often we would find it better,
Purer than we judge we would;
We would love each other better
If we only understood.

Could we judge all deeds by motives,
See the good and bad within,
Often we would love the sinner
All the while we loathe the sin.
Could we know the powers working
To o’erthrow integrity,
We would judge each other’s errors
With more patient charity.

If we knew the cares and trials,
Knew the efforts all in vain,
And the bitter disappointments—
Understood the loss and gain— ​
Would the grim external roughness
Seem, I wonder, just the same?
Would we help where now we hinder?
Would we pity where we blame?

Ah, we judge each other harshly,
Knowing not life’s hidden force;
Knowing not the fount of action
Is less turbid at its source.
Seeing not amid the evil
All the golden grains of good,
Oh, we’d love each other better
If we only understood.

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Amen, Amen

I CANNOT say,
Beneath the pressure of life’s cares today,
I joy in these;

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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
Respond—”AMEN.

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The King of My Life

He is the only King who touched my soul.
In his arms, I found my self whole.
He pulls me up when I was down.
He saves my soul in flaming lawn.

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Through His Father, the Sovereign God.
He was sent in Earth with all His love.
By the womb of woman with faith and trust,
A child was born ,brought the message from God.

He is the light that shines my way.
The inspiration to face every battle.
He is the strength when I am weak.
He is the closest friend I used to speak.

Whenever rain pour down the sky.
I thank God when he sees me cry.
I remember the love that so divine.
When He sent to us His begotten son.

Aiyah  de Torres

 

“In You, O Lord, I put my trust; Let me never be ashamed; Deliver me in Your righteousness. Bow down Your ear to me, Deliver me speedily; Be my rock of refuge, A fortress of defense to save me.  For You are my rock and my fortress; Therefore, for Your name’s sake, Lead me and guide me.” Psalm 31: 1-3

O Trust thyself to Jesus

O TRUST thyself to Jesus,
When conscious of thy sin–
Of its heavy weight upon thee,
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Then is the hour for pleading
His finished work for thee;
Then is the time for singing,
“His blood was shed for me.”
 
O trust thyself to Jesus,
When faith is dim and weak,
And the very One thou needest
Thou canst not rise to seek.
Then is the hour for seeing
That He hath come to thee;
Then is the time for singing,
“His touch hath healed me.”
 
O trust thyself to Jesus,
When tempted to transgress
By hasty word, or angry look.
Or thought of bitterness.
Then is the hour for claiming
Thy Lord to fight for thee;
Then is the time for singing,
“He doth deliver me.”
 
O trust thyself to Jesus,
When daily cares perplex,
And trifles seem to gain a power
Thine inner soul to vex.
Then is the hour for grasping
His hand who walked the sea;
Then is the time for singing,
“He makes it calm for me.”

O trust thyself to Jesus,
When some truth thou canst not see
For the mists of strife and error,
That veil its form from thee.
Then is the hour for looking
To Him to guide thee right;
Then is the time for singing,
“The Lord shall be my light.”

Daily Heavenly Manna

 

But as for me, I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; I trust in the lovingkindness of God forever and ever.  Psalm 52:8

Wounds That Bless

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,
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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

Delicate Strands-Hand Crafted

 

Delicate strands knitted together with love
Created by the master artist above
Each and every thread is unique
More valuable than any antique

Every fiber is crafted a certain way
Yes, He is the potter and we are the claypotterhands
Each and everyone is designed by God
Placed in the womb leading to the path he’ll trod

There are no imperfections and no mistakes
He crafted one and all for the road they would take
He knew you before He ever placed you in the womb
Knows all about you; doesn’t have to assume

He knew where you’d live and your destiny
Knew the type of person you’d grow up to be
Every life He crafted with His hands
Knew how you’d fit right into His plans

There are no accidents in this life you lead
There’s a reason for everything even when you bleed
Every motion that we make has a reason in time
As well as every rocky road and hill we climb

God knows the ways of our heart
He gives choices as to the life we’ll impart
He loves us all unconditionally as a father should
But He will never make you follow even though He could

Precious children that He knitted one by one
Hoping one day they will accept Him through His Son
Rejoicing in the day He can bring us all home
Where His children will never more have to roam.

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The Faith We Need

faith-living-300x294Too tall our structures, and too swift our pace;
Not so we mount, not so we gain the race.
Too loud the voice of commerce in the land;
Not so truth speaks, not so we understand.
Too vast our conquests, and too large our gains;
Not so comes peace, not so the soul attains.

But the need of the world is a faith that will live anywhere;
In the still dark depths of the woods, or out in the sun’s full glare.
A faith that can hear God’s voice, alike in the quiet glen,
Or in the roar of the street, and over the noises of men.

And the need of the world is a creed that is founded on joy;
A creed with the turrets of hope and trust, no winds can destroy;
A creed where the soul finds rest, whatever this life bestows,
And dwells undoubting and unafraid, because it knows, it knows.

And the need of the world is love that burns in the heart like flame;
A love for the Giver of Life, in sorrow or joy the same;
A love that blazes a trail to Go through the dark and the cold,
Or keeps the pathway that leads to Him clean, through glory and gold.

For the faith that can only thrive or grow in the solitude,
And droops and dies in the marts of men, where sights and sounds are rude;
That is not a faith at all, but a dream of a mystic’s heart;
Our faith should point as the compass points, whatever be the chart.

Our faith must find its centre of peace in a babel of noise;
In the changing ways of the world of men it must keep its poise;
And over the sorrowing sounds of earth it must hear God’s call;
And the faith that cannot do all this, that is not faith at all.

– Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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