Sunday, December 4, 2016

For Whom Christ Died

I saw a brother weak and worn,
By sin beset and anguish torn.
He rose again, by brethren borne;
And though by some still criticised
He is a soul for whom Christ died.
I looked upon a newborn child,
So pure, so sweet and undefined;
This miracle of life and birth
Would soon be tainted by sin's mirth.
Yet, 'tis a soul for whom Christ died.
I viewed a sinner deep in sin,
And wondered, "Is there hope for him?
Could such a one have Christ within?"
Yes! There is hope, our Lord revived!
And this a soul for whom died.
I stood beside a dying man,
A life poured out in Jesus' plan,
He gave himself as did the Lamb;
Yet on the Saviour's blood relied.
This is a soul for whom Christ died.
The emblems of our Lord I see,
The Spirit speaks, "Gethsemane."
And Love Divine of "Calvary."
The Lamb of God was crucified.
We all are souls for whom Christ died.

Author Unknown

In My Prayer...

I asked God to take away my habit
God said, No
It is not for me to take away,
but for you to give it up.
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No
Patience can be a result of tribulation;
it isn't granted, it is learned.
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No
I give you blessings;
Happiness is up to you.
I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares
and brings you closer to me.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No
You must grow on your own!
but I will prune you to make you fruitful.
I asked God to help me LOVE others,
as much as He loves me.
God said....
Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.
Author Unknown

Letting Go

As children bring their broken toys
With tears, for us to mend
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because He was my friend.
But then, instead of leaving Him
In peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
With ways that were my own.
At last I snatched them back and cried
"How can you be so slow?"
My child, He said, "What could I do?
You never did let go.

Author Unknoiwn 

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Noah

"The Land, whither ye go to possess it, is a Land of hills and valleys." The first of these mountains I'll speak of tonight is Mt. Ararat, a 17,260 ft peak, in the mountainous country of Armenia. It is the mountain on which Noah's ark rested when the waters of the Flood subsided. We will call it by a very nice name - the mountain of rest. God has promised His people rest.
We need never be perplexed if we see that the control and plan of man is a failure. That need never perplex us, for we see the promise God has given His people - the promise of rest, like the bow of promise Noah saw in the clouds on Ararat. There is one picture of Jesus and His disciples that I like to dwell upon. Oh, I like to think of the Master looking on those people whom He loved from the depths of His soul, and saying, "Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile."
There was another time when He thanked God His Father that He had hidden these things from the wise and prudent, and revealed them unto babes; and then He turned to the people and said, "Come unto Me, all ye who labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Then He told them how to get it. "Take My yoke upon you, and learn of Me, for I am meek and lowly in heart; and ye shall find rest unto your souls." Let us allow Him to lead us into that rest.
You know Satan is out to do his best to rob us of the rest which is the portion of the true child of God. He is active to keep us in a state of ferment...

Willie Brown 1948

Let You Life Be Like A Candle

Be A Candle

Our life is a candle
The wick is our spirit
When lit with the spirit of God
The flame of his love
Burns until the wax (body) is gone
And no use for the wick to burn
Because our spirit is home with God.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

The Old Wooden Log

Once a true story was told to us
Of a wooden log that lay in the dust -
All weather beaten, and ugly and scarred
Pounded and pitted and even charred.
It lay in front of a blacksmith shop
Many passed by it, but none did stop -
For all they could see was the outer crust
Of an old wooden log that lay in the dust.
How long it had lain there, now no one could say
But all had agreed it was just in the way.
Now one day a carpenter chanced to pass by
He gave it a keen professional eye -
“Say Mr. Blacksmith, could I take this log?”
“Take it and welcome, be glad when it's gone....”
So off went the rescuer, all burdened down
With a dusty old log that had lain on the ground -
All pitted and scarred, and soiled at the start
Yet the carpenter smiled as he tested the heart.
His saw with its edge as sharp as could be
Found that his log was mahogany -
Oh, he was so proud of his prize from the dust
He made six lovely chairs and showed them to us.
Chairs that would fit into any fine home,
Give rest to the weary, a treasure to own.
Now didn't our Father find us much the same?
All battered and burdened and scarred from the flame?
Of this worlds disillusions, and lost in pain
Just a dusty old body that needed the sword.
To cut away all that had darkened our lives
To shape and to carve out a form from the strife -
Just to show others what God's love can do
When nobody cares, not even you......
When death looked far better than life ever could
God took us and carved us, our mahogany wood -
That His power and discernment as others passed by
Would show His kind mercy, and heavenly eye.
How can we thank Thee, dear Father up there?
Words fail us to give Thee true worship in prayer -
Forgive when we falter and long for release
For we love Thee forever and just long to please.
-unknown

Saturday, September 3, 2016

A Father's Love

I got sent home from school one day with a shiner on my eye.
Fightin' was against the rules and it didn't matter why.
When dad got home I told that story just like I'd rehearsed.
And then stood there on those tremblin' knees and waited for the worst.
And he said, "Let me tell you a secret about a father's love,
A secret that my daddy said was just between us."
He said, "Daddies don't just love their children every now and then.
It's a love without end, amen, it's a love without end, amen."
When I became a father in the spring of '81
There was no doubt that stubborn boy was just like my father's son.
And when I thought my patience had been tested to the end,
I took my daddy's secret and I passed it on to him.
And he said, "Let me tell you a secret about a father's love,
A secret that my daddy said was just between us."
He said, "Daddies don't just love their children every now and then.
It's a love without end, amen, it's a love without end, amen."
Last night I dreamed I died and stood outside those pearly gates.
When suddenly I realized there must be some mistake.
If they know half the things I've done, they'll never let me in.
And then somewhere from the other side I heard these words again.
And he said, "Let me tell you a secret about a father's love,
A secret that my daddy said was just between us."
He said, "Daddies don't just love their children every now and then.
It's a love without end, amen, it's a love without end, amen."

George Strait