He That Scattereth Increaseth

IS thy cruse of comfort failing?
Rise and share it with another,
And through all the years of famine
It shall serve thee and thy brother. 12-Grow Love

Love Divine will fill thy storehouse,
Or thy handful still renew
Scanty fare for one will often
Make a royal feast for two.

For the heart grows rich in giving;
All its wealth is living grain;
Seeds which mildew in the garner,
Scattered, fill with gold the plain.
Is thy burden hard and heavy?
Do thy steps drag wearily?
Help to bear thy brother’s burden;
God will bear both it and thee.

Numb and weary on the mountains,
Wouldst thou sleep amid the snow?
Chafe that frozen form beside thee,
And together both shall glow.
Art thou stricken in life’s battle?
Many wounded round thee moan;
Lavish on their wounds thy balsams,
And that balm shall heal thine own.

Is thy heart a well left empty?
None but God its void can fill;
Nothing but a ceaseless Fountain
Can its ceaseless longings still.
Is thy heart a living power?
Self-entwined, its strength sinks low;
It can only live in loving,
And by serving love will grow.

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Why Ineed?

Every morning we offer up

Our prayers to God, then plead

It seems a day will never pass

That a heart is not in need.lamb

“When” life becomes a burden

Wondering “if” it will ever end

And “why” must sorrow come

For God surely is our friend.

The morning remains the same

When over and over we pray

Sometimes feeling so tired

How many prayers must one say?

Then quite suddenly He answers!

Your face warms with a smile

But life can breed discontent

Peace lasts for only awhile.

He knows each and every thought

Groans with our heavy sigh

Time may pass so slowly, but

God sees the tears we cry.

The prayer we think unanswered

A promise He will never deny

For His grace is sufficient

Do not labor over the why.

God will answer the prayer

Then supply your every need

Even as we burden His heart

With the why, why indeed?

by Kathleen Higham

 

*photo courtesy of : clker.com

 

A Bend In The Road

When we feel we have nothing left to give
And we are sure that the “song has ended”–
When our day seems over and the shadows fall
And the darkness of night has descended.bend

Where can we go to find the strength
To valiantly keep on trying,
Where can we find the hand that will dry
The tears that the heart is crying–

There’s but one place to go and that is to God
And, dropping all pretense and pride,
We can pour out our problems without restraint
And gain strength with Him at our side–

And together we stand at life’s crossroads
And view what we think is the end,
But God has a much bigger vision
And He tells us it’s only a bend–

For the road goes on and is smoother,
And the “pause in the song” is a “rest”,
And the part that’s unsung and unfinished
Is the sweetest and richest and best–

So rest and relax and grow stronger,
Let go and let God share your load,
Your work is not finished or ended,
You’ve just come to “a bend in the road”.
~ Helen Steiner Rice ~

Once In My Lifetime

Once in My Lifetime…….

My bones worn out, my body failed me when I harbored my sins
I found no pleasure in things I did, the world became very bitter for me
But I knew that, You watched everything I did
I couldn’t open up my heart to You, my sins weighed heavy on me
I thought my sins were too big for you to comprehend
I searched and wandered about hoping to forget but all that was in vain

I spent sleepless night as my mind drifted from place to place
Then from place to situation from situation
Nights became unfavorable for me, I became restless
Sin ate me up, sin made my world bitter, sin broke me down
As the day broke I became weary and my heart ached with the pains I bore

I found no joy in things I engaged in, when I laughed, it was pretence
Days became very gloomy and dark for me
Each moment I pondered on the sad song of sins
My soul became weary and heavily burned until I met You
When You touched my heart everything turned dramatically
When I confessed my sins to You, You cleansed me
You lifted me up and took my burden away
You restored all the times I spent idling around.

Hope Tshuma

The Refiner’s Gold

He stood before my heart’s closed door,
And asked to enter in;
But I had barred the passage o’er
By unbelief and sin.

He came with nail-prints in his hands,
To set my spirit free;
With wounded feet he trod a path
To come and sup with me.

He found me poor and brought me gold,
The fire of love had tried,
And garments whitened by his blood,
My wretchedness to hide.

The glare of life had dimmed my eyes,
Its glamour was too bright.
He came with ointment in his hands
To heal my darkened sight.

He knew my heart was tempest-tossed,
By care and pain oppressed;
He whispered to my burdened heart,
Come unto me and rest.

He found me weary, faint and worn,
On barren mountains cold;
With love’s constraint he drew me on,
To shelter in his fold.

Oh! foolish heart, how slow wert thou
To welcome thy dear guest,
To change thy weariness and care
For comfort, peace and rest.

Close to his side, oh! may I stay,
Just to behold his face,
Till I shall wear within my soul
The image of his grace.

The grace that changes hearts of stone
To tenderness and love,
And bids us run with willing feet
Unto his courts above.

– Frances E. W. Harper