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God Owns Miracles


By : Susan Y Nikitenko
July 17th 2011

God owns the rivers:
That flow musically.
He owns the sunshine:
That beams 'cross the sea.

He owns the colors;
That cheer up our day.
He owns the power;
That moves when we pray.

He owns the mountains;
That echo His love.
And fountains of blessing;
That stream from above.

He owns the tree tops;
That flutter with song.
He owns all nature;
The week and the strong.

Chorus:

God owns miracles;
We enjoy each day.
Natures peaceful song;
And our children at play.

Miracles of strength;
When all strength has failed.
Miracles of comfort;
When heartache prevails.

God owns forever;
His love will endure.
He owns forgiveness;
He stands at the door.

God owns miracles;
Each amazing one.
Let us be thankful;
For all He has done.
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He owns the angels; (creatures)
With most stunning wings.
He owns the song bird;
Each morning that sings.

He owns the starlight;
A twinkling repose.
He owns all knowledge;
And He owns the rose.

He owns the rainbow;
A promise He keeps.
And the strange creatures;
That reside in the deep.

He owns salvation;
That's offered to all.
And is attentive;
To each one that calls.

He owns the vic'try;
The struggle is won.
He owns the answers;
All found in His Son.

He owns the glory;
The honor and praise.
And He owns the heart;
That trusts and obeys.

Chorus:

God owns miracles;
We enjoy each day;
Natures peaceful song,
And our children at play.

Miracles of strength;
When all strength has failed.
Miracles of comfort;
When heartache prevails.

God owns forever;
His love will endure.
He owns forgiveness;
He stands at the door.

God owns miracles;
Each amazing one.
Let us be thankful;
For all He has done.

James 5:16 Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much.
(KJV)











 
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A Little Girls' Prayer
By: Nadezhda Aleksandrovna Montik, USA
Dear God,
I know You must be busy having
To listen to all of those prayers and
Helping people all the time but I
Wanted to try reaching You anyway.
You see, I have this one tiny problem
That makes Mommy cry all the time and
Daddy who is brave looks so scared.
They say it’s called cancer.
I don’t want them to be sad cuz I know
I will see You and I won’t hurt anymore.
So you see, I can’t come live with you yet
Cuz I love my Mommy and Daddy very much.
I know You will understand and maybe You
Can save my spot in Heaven for me.
Now that I told you, I better go tell Mommy
So she would stop crying and smile again.
Goodnight God. Tell Jesus I love Him.
Love, your baby girl.

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The Cost of a Miracle

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Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn’t have the money for the doctor’s bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money.
She heard Daddy say to her Mother with whispered desperation, “Only a miracle can save him now.”
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out of the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment.
Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster.
No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! “And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. “I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages,” he said without waiting for a reply to his question. “Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,” Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. “He’s really, really sick.. and I want to buy a miracle.
“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist.
“His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?”
“We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry but I can’t help you,” the pharmacist said, softening a little.
“Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.”
The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does your brother need?”
“I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes welling up. “I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money”.
“How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago.
“One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess answered barely audibly. “And it’s all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.
“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven cents–the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.” He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle you need.”
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. “That surgery,” her Mom whispered. “was a real miracle.
I wonder how much it would have cost?”
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost.. one dollar and eleven cents …… plus the faith of a little child.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law….. (A TRUE STORY)
Submitted by: Bridgett




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Holy Alphabet ~ Prayer Attitude And Gratitude


Treasure Box Focus ~ Prayer Attitude And Graditude
Holy Alphabet

A lthough things are not perfect
B ecause of trial or pain
C ontinue in thanksgiving
D o not begin to blame
E ven when the times are hard
F ierce winds are bound to blow
G od is forever able
H old on to what you know
I magine life without His love
J oy would cease to be
K eep thanking Him for all the things
L ove imparts to thee
M ove out of “Camp Complaining”
N o weapon that is known
O n earth can yield the power
P raise can do alone
Q uit looking at the future
R edeem the time at hand
S tart every day with worship
T o “thank” is a command
U ntil we see Him coming
V ictorious in the sky
W e’ll run the race with gratitude
X alting God most high
Y es, there’ll be good times and yes some will be bad, but…
Z ion waits in glory…where none are ever sad!
“I AM too blessed to be stressed!”
The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything. Love and peace be with you forever, Amen.
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 Proverbs 3:6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.










"We look upon prayer as a means of getting things for ourselves; The Bible idea of prayer is that we may get to know God Himself." ~Oswald Chambers

Forever Thankful


Being forever thankful
Is what God wants from us
Never forgetting from where we came
Or His boundless saving love

All of heavens blessings
Poured down from heavens gates
Everything we have in life
He's given with extra grace

We need to always thank Him
For this and so much more
Not only for tangible things
But because He is our Lord

Thanksgiving is the key
For His blessings to increase
If we've not got thankful hearts
His blessings soon will cease

Don't ever start complaining
At what you may not have
Look around at what you see
Then be thankful and glad

© By M.S.Lowndes

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Beautiful Feet ~ By: Cindy Wyatt

Beautiful Feet
Beautiful Feet

by Cindy Wyatt
Having beautiful feet is being a witness and soul winner
to spread the good news of the gospel to every lost sinner

Having beautiful feet is going where sent
following our savior's command without relent

Having beautiful feet is obeying the great commission
being faithful to the savior's calling and being on a mission

Having beautiful feet is sharing the gospel with those who've never heard
explaining the way of salvation in God's Holy Word

Having beautiful feet is proclaiming the good news to all who will hear
remembering Jesus died for all and to Him every soul is dear

Having beautiful feet is showing the ungodly that Jesus died for them
and they can be forgiven and receive eternal life when they trust in Him

Oh how beautiful are the feet of those who witness for God's glory
the faithful servants whose purpose is to tell the gospel story

Dear Jesus, please give me beautiful feet
help me to care about souls and not be asleep

Romans 10:15
And how shall they preach, except they be sent? as it is written, How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things! 

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Angels Unawares ~ By: Jim Lake



Angels Unawares
 
© 2004 by Jim Lake
Be kind to everyone you meet
And let the Light shine through.
Make joy in life a lasting treat
As folks encounter you.
Be careful how you plan your day.
Ask God to help you choose.
Take time to listen, when you pray.
By faith, you never lose.
Bring peace to those who fear the worst.
Bring hope where there is none.
Give water to the souls who thirst
And glorify the Son.
Be gracious, loyal, kind, and true.
Be thoughtful, just, and fair.
Do everything the Lord would do,
For He is standing there.
Reach out to those in pain and grief
And show them someone cares.
Bring love and life, and sweet relief;
Like angels unawares.
For, angels come in many forms
And many different sizes.
They walk with us through all the storms.
They often wear disguises.
So, be an angel, if you can.
You do not need the wings.
Just share your faith with fellow man
And God’s eternal things!
© 2004 by Jim Lake

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Hebrews 13:2
Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.





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Make a Joyful Noise ~ By: Vicki Porter


  Treasure Box Focus ~ Making A Joyful Noise

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Make a Joyful Noise - Psalms 10
By: Vicki Porter

We’ll hear angels’ voices raised on high
In notes of joy and praise
When finally we reach the end
Of these, our earthly days!
Music, what a special gift
The Lord gives to His own—
For we love to sing our gratitude
For blessings we have known!
Because of some who’ve praised in song,
We may often hear sweet strain
Of some familiar melody
That drifts into our brain,
Like “Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine,”
Then we feel the Lord so close,
Or a walk with Him in a garden
When the dew is still on the rose.
Or of that great joy we’ll know at last
When Heaven’s Gate we see,
And treading on those golden streets,
We “shout the victory!”
It must please our Lord to hear
Our voices in praise ringing,
For when we come into “His Presence,”
We’re told to “come with singing!”
How, though, we may sometimes wonder,
Can a song rise in our soul
When the cares and trials of our lives
Take such a hurtful toll?
It may help us, then, to remember
When life seems so harsh and so grim,
That just before Gethsemane
Our Saviour sang a hymn.
So may we, like He, take courage,
Seeking strength from our Lord above,
Ever lifting our voices in worship,
With thanks for His soul—saving love.




 

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The Moment I Trusted - By: Pearl Sturgis



The Moment I Trusted
by Pearl Sturgis

Just when I thought
I was trusting the Lord,
I emptied my heart
of His song and His Word.

He emptied my life
of material things.
I emptied my soul
of all praises for Him.

The enemy prospered
and life dealt so cruel.
My heart held a stone
and my tongue was unruled.

I said, "Lord, you need me
to honor Your Name ...
So why did You leave me
to bear all this shame?"

Then He whispered, "I never
will leave thee alone!"
And the moment I trusted
He lifted that stone.

And now I can see
how the Lord took my side,
through all of the things
that the enemy tried.

My cup's running over
with more than before.
The enemy knocks ...
but my Lord gets the door.

It's clearly a blessing
that satan disguised.
God emptied my heart
to open my eyes.

He opened my eyes ...
and allowed me to see
that it's I needing Him ...
and not He needing me!   





 
 
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Building Your House

Building Your House

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house-building business to live a more leisurely life with his wife and enjoy his extended family. He would miss the paycheck each week, but he wanted to retire. They could get by.



The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go & asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but over time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.

When the carpenter finished his work, his employer came to inspect the house. Then he handed the front-door key to the carpenter and said, “This is your house… my gift to you.”

The carpenter was shocked!

What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.

So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then, with a shock, we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we would do it much differently.

But, you cannot go back. You are the carpenter, and every day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Someone once said, “Life is a do-it-yourself project.” Your attitude, and the choices you make today, help build the “house” you will live in tomorrow. Therefore, Build wisely!

Unknown Author


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Healed And Whole - By: Carol Parrott

Healed And Whole


One day I dug a little hole
And put my hurt inside
I thought that I could just forget
I’d put it there to hide.
But that little hurt began to grow
I covered it every day
I couldn’t leave it and go on
It seemed the price I had to pay.
My joy was gone, my heart was sad
Pain was all I knew.
My wounded soul enveloped me
Loving seemed too hard to do.
One day, while standing by my hole
I cried to God above
And said, “If You are really there –
They say, You’re a God of Love!”
And just like that — He was right there
And just put His arms around me
He wiped my tears, His hurting child
There was no safer place to be.
I told Him all about my hurt
I opened up my heart
He listened to each and every word
To every sordid part.
I dug down deep and got my hurt
I brushed the dirt away
And placed it in the Master’s hand
And healing came that day.
He took the blackness of my soul
And set my spirit FREE!
Something beautiful began to grow
Where the hurt used to be.
And when I look at what has grown
Out of my tears and pain
I remember every day to give my hurts to Him
And never bury them again.

Written by: Carol Parrott

Submitted by: Joe W


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Forgiveness

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Forgiveness

When memories of pain and hurt
comes surging through,
throbbing the vulnerable soul,
Call to the Master, Call to the
One who knows our pain.

Forgiveness seems hard and
faraway when anger arise
but call unto the Great One
who said "Vengeance is Mine."

When the past rears its ugly head,
look to the Almighty and He gives
grace to forgive.
He alone knows why and when and how
yet an example He set at Calvary
when He asked "Father forgive
them for they know not."

"Press on" the Master says and
"heap burning coals on their head"
by blessing and blessing all
of them forevermore.

Take that first step and see
how easy it will get because
the Master promises more grace
to the humble and blessedness
for the poor in spirit.

Freedom and joy will spring as
in the dawn of morning for
the words of our Master said,
"All things work for good" and
"You meant harm but God meant
good. . . ." So we rejoice in the days
ahead and press on to the goal
and calling of our faith,
the redemption of our soul.

Delia Das
Port Washington , WI
USA


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You Are Not Alone

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You Are Not Alone

By: Harry Todd

As you witness for the Saviour
It is a spiritual fight
Sometimes you will stand alone
Making a stand for Christ.

People will think you’re odd
If you don’t go their way
But live to please the Saviour
No matter what they say.

Keep your standards high
Don’t let others drag you down
Just look for the approaching day
When you’ll wear the victor’s crown.

You may think you are alone
When you stand for what is true
But remember, you’re a Christian
So the Holy Spirit dwells in you.

So remember when you’re alone,
God is with you, it is true;
He has given you the Comforter
Who always dwells in you.


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I See


I See

Author Unknown

I’d rather see a sermon,
Than hear one any day;
I’d rather one should walk with me
Than merely show the way.
The eye’s a better pupil
And more willing than the ear;
Fine counsel is confusing
But examples always clear.
And the best of all the preachers
Are the ones who live their creed,
For to see good put in action
Is what everybody needs,
I soon can learn to do it,
If you let me see it done.
I can watch your hands in action,
But your tongue too fast may run.
And the sermon you deliver
May be very wise and true,
But I’d rather get my lesson
By observing what you do,
For I might misunderstand you
And the high advice you give;
But there’s no misunderstanding
How you act and how you live.



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I Shall Be Whole - By: Debbie Isenbletter



I SHALL BE WHOLE

By: Debbie Isenbletter
6/12/87

A woman sick for twelve long years,
heard that Jesus came.
If she could only touch His robe,
she'd never be the same.

"I shall be whole," she cried with faith,
as Jesus closer came.
I am unclean but just one touch,
I'll never be the same.

The crowd pressed close around the man,
they'd heard about His fame.
With desperate courage she moved in close,
yet hung her head in shame.

I cannot speak, I am unclean,
but just one touch I'll steal.
The hem of His dear garment,
is all that I will feel.

I shall be whole, I know I will,
her heart cried out with faith.
And as she touched that dusty robe,
a miracle took place.

Jesus turned and looked around,
for virtue He felt leave.
A hand of faith had touched His robe,
a heart that did believe.

"Who touched me?" He asked aloud,
but knowing it was she.
He looked at her who touched His robe,
and knew she was set free.

The woman fell down at His feet,
pouring out her soul.
And Jesus spoke with tenderness,
"Thy faith hath made thee whole."




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