Its time to add some more poems :-)
My lovely mum just gave these to me, and I have to share them because I find them so very applicable to my life at the moment.
LORD, IS THIS YOUR WILL??
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Sometimes I ask the question,
"My Lord, is this your will?" It's then I hear you answer me, "My Precious Child...be still." Sometimes I feel frustrated, cause I think I know what's best. It's then I hear you say to me, "My Busy Child...just rest!" Sometimes I feel so lonely and I think I'd like a mate. Your still small voice gets oh so clear and says, "My Child...please wait!" "I know the plans I have for you, the wondrous things you'll see; If you can just be patient, Child, and put your trust in me. I've plans to draw you closer. I've plans to help you grow. There's much I do you cannot see and much you do not know. But know this, Child...I LOVE YOU. You are Precious unto Me. Before I formed you in the womb, I planned your destiny. I've something very special I hope for you to learn. The gifts I wish to give to you are gifts you cannot earn. They come without a price tag, but not without a cost; at Calvary, I gave My Son, so You would not be lost. Rest Child, and do not grow weary of doing what is good. I promise I'll come back for you just like I said I would. Your name is written on my palm, I never could forget; Therefore, do not be discouraged when my answer is... "Not Yet!" ~Author Unknown~ |
WHAT SATAN FEARS THE MOST
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What Satan fears most
Is a man on his knees; Not vast marching armies With great weaponry. He knows he can stand Against the power of men; To engage us in battle Is mere sport to him. But a man on his knees With his head bowed in prayer Is something quite different To the prince of the air. For when he sees us in prayer To our God most high, He knows we have seen Through his devilish lies. That's why Satan fears most A man on his knees; And we'll keep him trembling If our prayers never cease.
Copyright ©1996 by Jan McIntosh
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19th April 2013
Rules for Daily Life
Begin the day with God;
Kneel down to Him in prayer;
Lift up your heart to His abode
And seek His love to share.
Open the Book of God,
And read a portion there;
That it may hallow all thy thoughts
And sweeten all thy care.
Go through the day with God,
Whate'er thy work may be.
Where'er thou art - at home, abroad,
He still is near to thee.
Converse in mind with God;
Thy spirit heavenward raise;
Acknowledge every good bestowed,
And offer grateful praise.
Conclude the day with God;
Thy sins to Him confess.
Trust in the Lord's atoning blood,
And plead His righteousness.
Lie down at night with God
Who gives His servants sleep;
And when thou tread'st the vale of earth
He will thee guard and keep.
Anon.
Someone recently reminded me that I hadn't posted any poems in ages, so here's some more.
STOP - THINK
Have you ever stopped to wonder
What this life is all about?
Why you’re here and where you’re going
When your lease of time runs out?
Maybe you’ve been far too busy,
Trying hard to reach a goal;
Would you let me ask you kindly,
Have you ever thought about your soul?
Don’t forget your days are numbered,
Though you may be riding high,
But, like all of us poor mortals,
Someday, you’ll surely die.
Your success and fame and glory,
Won’t be worth the bell, the toll;
Let me ask you just one question,
Have you ever thought about your soul?
You may reach the highest portals,
And your dreams may all come true,
Wealth and fame may be your portion,
And success may shine on you.
All your friends may sing your praises,
Not a care on you may roll;
What about the great tomorrow –
Have you thought about your soul?
If you’ve never thought it over,
Spend a little time today;
There is nothing more important,
That will ever come your way,
Than the joys of sins forgiven,
And to know you’ve been made whole,
In the name of Christ YOUR Saviour,
STOP and THINK about your soul.
Anonymous
Progress
Until I learned to trust,
I never learned to pray.
And I did not learn to fully trust
Till sorrows came my way.
Until I felt my weakness,
His strength I never knew;
Nor dreamed till I was stricken,
That He could see me through.
Who deepest drinks of sorrow
Drinks deepest too, of grace;
God sends the storms so He Himself
Can be our hiding place.
His heart, that seeks our highest good,
Knows well when things annoy;
But who would long for heaven,
If earth held only joy?
Author unknown
The Touch of the Master
by Myra Brooks Welch
It was battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"
But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.
"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.
The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Master’s Hand."
And many a man with life out of tune
All battered and scarred with sin
Is auctioned cheap to a thankless world
Much like that old violin.
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.
But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Master’s Hand.
The Difference
I got up early one morning
and rushed right into the day.
I had so much to accomplish
that I didn't take time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me,
and heavier came each task.
"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.
He answered, "You didn't ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on, grey and bleak.
I wondered why Dod didn't show me.
He said, "You didn't ask."
I tried to come into God's presence;
I use all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
"My child, you didn't knock."
I woke up early this morning
and paused before entering the day.
I had so much to accomplish
that I had to take time to pray.
I found a card with this poem on it in my lunch box during the hectic exam times last year. My mum had put it there when she had lovingly made my lunch that morning. And little did I know that my life, was such like the poem described. I was too busy with exams, with stress and study that I didn't take time each day to pray and as a result life was hard, I was weighed down. Then when I saw this poem I knew what I had done wrong, and I prayed before doing any more; and that truly made the difference.
Here's another poem I got on a birthday present from one of my friends. I really love it:
God's Promise
God didn't promise
days without rain,
laughter without sorrow,
or sun without rain.
But God did promise
strength for the day,
comfort for the tears,
and a light for the way.
And for all who believe
in His kingdom above,
He answers their faith
with everlasting love.
Here's another poem I really love. Its actually the one from my private journal set with quotes and bible texts. But I'll just share the poem.
Serenity
God grant me the serenity to
accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
enjoying one moment at a time;
accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
taking as He did this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
that I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
forever in the next.
Amen.
