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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.


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.

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.


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.


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

  By February 3, 2010 Email This Post Email This PostPrint This Post Print This Post⋅   Post a comment

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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