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True Love




True Love


A love so true, someone who is always there
You love me, Lord, and I know that you care
Though others disappoint and are always changing
I know that You never will
When life is turbulent and the road is twisting
You say to my heart, "Be still."
 
I must rest solely in Your tender arms
Guarded by the strength You convey
All others will fail time and again
But You, my God, will always stay.
 
When my heart is aching inside,
no matter the reasons why
You touch the wounds, heal the hurts,
and dry these tears I cry.
 
When something is missing in my life
And my heart yearns for something more
You teach me of Your covenant love
And the hope that is laid up in store.
 
When I'm lonely inside, Your arms are open wide
Sheltering and protecting, so strong, yet mild
Your Spirit stirs within my heart, fixing every broken part
Reminding me that I'm Your child.
 
Though some things in life are unsure
And at times I feel left all alone
You touch my heart and I am content
Your love surrounds me - I feel right at home.
 
August 13th, 1995
Jerry Bouey
 

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The Borrower



The Borrower

 
Kenneth McKenzie
 
He borrowed a stable in which to be born;
And later confessed that he had no bed.
He borrowed a basket that bright spring morn;
Sent the people away, their hunger fed.
He borrowed a boat from which to preach
His Father*s love to sinful men;
They stood that day on Galilee*s beach,
Longing to hear his message again.
He borrowed a donkey, on which to ride
With royal blessings from on high;
To hear the proud city his name deride,
Scornfully bidding him pass by.
He borrowed a room in which to meet
His friends, the sacred feast to keep of old;
But the towel to dry his disciples* feet
Was not his; nor the holy table His to hold.
He borrowed a cross on which to die,
A ransom from sin, a life laid down.
He borrowed a tomb in which to lie
Yet the great universe was his own.
 

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Love To Love 12-19-12

Love To Love 12-19-12:

It started out as others, when I got dressed today -
ate breakfast with my fam'ly, for that was just our way.
You dropped me off at school.  Your love shone in your eyes.
We hugged and kissed each other.  We said our last "Goodbye's".
As I stepped to the entrance, I turned around once more -
and waved to you one final time - then stepped on through the door.

I saw some other teachers.  They do what teachers do.
They all had smiled, said "hi" to me - and I said "hi" back too.
I soon got to my classroom.  Some other friends were there.
I chatted with my classmates some and then sat in my chair.
Obey the teachers, I was taught.  I followed every rule -
but no one knew that this would be, our final day at school.

Life usually, will glide along - and all goes fairly well -
but those are times we soon forget how close we are to hell.
We soon forget that God is love and hates our every sin -
but selfish man gets what he wants as he is dead within.
Not even one short moment here, should ever pass us by -
where Jesus holds our inner thoughts and we don't question why.

Though God hates sin - do we as much?  For what man wishes, weaves -
his 'wants' to be accepted - until himself deceives.
From smoking, drugs and alcohol or any selfish thing -
there's someone who will pay the price for what these habits bring.
Why is it there are people who will only love to hate.
I pray that others will be saved - before it is too late.

Oh, why do we love other 'gods' including 'killing games'?
Why do we swear, show disrespect, call God [our Father] names?
Why don't we often worship - honor father, mother?
Why are we never faithful - steal, lie and murder?
Why are we very jealous, envious and covet?
Why not confess, repent?  Oh, why will we not do it?

I heard that last announcement.  Today, pure evil flowed.
Now I'm okay.  I'm in HIS arms, because HE loves me so.
I know it's hard to hold back tears from feeling deeply blue -
but I so love you mommy still - and Jesus says so too.
I'm so amazed to see this place you couldn't even dream of -
a place of immense beauty - where we all love to love.

In memory of the 20 children and 6 adults killed
at Sandy Hook School in Newtown, CT

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Dear Mom

Dear Mom
Don’t be sad, Mom,....please don’t cry...
The Lord called so quickly and suddenly I
Just rose up to meet Him in the sky.
And, Mom, I never did fear to die,
For I could see Jesus was right by my side.
I can see you...shedding tears...
But now I see beyond mortal years;
Beyond limitations of mortal eyes,
To God’s final purpose, to God’s paradise.
The reasons are clear, Mom, and...I understand,
...How I wish I could reach down and just take your hand,
And whisper the Great Love in which I abide...
But I am here - and you’re..on the other side.
I’d like to just touch you, make you understand,
That I was just loaned, Mom, for awhile, in God’s plan.
Remember the good times, forget all the bad,
Be thankful for all of the prayer times we had.
I can’t come back, Mom, but I love you still,
So I trust you’ll always seek God’s perfect will.
The blood of the Savior, the Pathway of Love,
Will lead you quite safely to Heaven above.
Sometimes just be still, Mom, and listen to God
And He will show you the way you must trod.
On that great day of rapture, we’ll meet in the sky-
The circle unbroken through eons of time!
Joan Clifton Costner


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I'll Not Forget 12-20-12







My little Angel sat in school

to learn her A B C's -

yet no one knows the 'half of it'

to put my mind at ease...



There's something in the way I talk

that seems so different now -

that weighs me down here on my knees

and makes me take this vow:



I'll not forget those days we spent

together - you and me.

I'll not forget our memories

and they will always be.



I'll not forget your sunshine smile,

the freckles on your skin.

I'll not forget your flood of love

that flowed from deep within.



I'll not forget our little games

we played - like 'hide and seek'.

I'll not forget your kisses from

your lips upon my cheek.



I'll not forget those little tears -

those times I saw you weep -

then mixed with mine, ran down my cheek

before you fell asleep.
 

I'll not forget your final hug

was very, very tight.

I'll not forget your final wave

was such a lovely sight.



I'll not forget your first small step

or your first day at school.

I'll not forget God's wonderment -

my precious little jewel.



I'll not forget your favorite clothes,

or favorite ice cream choice.

I'll not forget your little ears

that heard your teacher's voice.



My little Angel sat in school

to learn her A B C's -

It's God who knows 'the all of it'

that puts my mind at ease...



In memory of the 20 children

and 6 adults killed at Newtown, CT



©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 

The Connecticut Tragedy


The Connecticut Tragedy

No words can express the pain of losing a child through violence.
The trauma, the heartbreak, the brokenness and the anger.

To never hear your child's laugh again, to never be able to hug them or comfort them.
To live a lifetime without them,  would be the most unbearable reality to have to face.


Lord, comfort the victims of the Connecticut tragedy.

Let their hearts know that their children are held in your loving arms.

Protect the children of our country and turn our nations heart back to you.

We know that this life is only a vapor and we will see these dear children again.
Lord, protect our children from the influences of this world that lead to this kind of violence.
Shelter the innocent heart of our children.
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My church and my family will keep you in our thoughts and prayers.
Our hearts are sorrowful for all the victims of this horrific crime.
November 15th, 2012

Susan Nikitenko

 

Nativity Christmas 12-8-12

 

Nativity Christmas 12-8-12

 
Does someone call as snowflakes fall
upon my window sill?
There comes a sleigh. The horses neigh,
in spirit of goodwill.

There's not a breeze. My mind's at ease.
They bid me, "Come" they say.
So I step out. There is no doubt -
that this is Christmas Day.

I hop aboard and ride on toward -
a town that's splashed with sights.
I look ahead at green and red.
I love those Christmas lights.

The air is crisp. I see a wisp -
on front of horses' mane -
that bounce with pep at every step.
The horses do not wane.

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Hear sleigh bells chime throughout that time
until I got to town -
And hooves had clopped until they stopped
as I arrived downtown.

Nativity... I smiled with glee -
heard carols in the air.
The shepherds spied. The three Magi
saw Jesus sleeping there.

A camel knelt. In joy they dwelt -
in cushioned stable hay -
A scene on earth of virgin birth -
where one man came to pray.

A poor old man, all wrinkled tan,
was kneeling on the ground.
His hair was messed but he was blessed
as snow fell all around.

Some kids walked through, in contrast to -
his humble position.
And then they felled the cane he held,
reckless recognition.

God woos each one who seek His Son -
but they paid no attention.
I heard them joke each time they spoke
within their own dimension.

He reached in vain to get his cane.
His countenance was grim -
then heard him say, "wife passed away."
as I gave it to him.

Through eyelids tight, they drew my sight -
I saw more tears come through.
It touched my heart, tore me apart -
so I knelt down there too.

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Snowflakes falling, Jesus calling -
calling from above.
Can you live it? Christmas spirit -
wooing all, in love...

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Mark 2:14 (KJV)
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
 

Reasons Why You Are Blessed

Reasons Why You Are Blessed

 
If you own a Bible, you are abundantly blessed,
about 1/3 of the world does not have access to one.
If you wake up each morning with more health than illness,
you are blessed to rise and shine,
to live and to serve in a new day.
If you have anyone on the planet, just one person
that loves you and listens to you; count this a blessing.
If you can freely attend a church meeting without fear,
then you are more blessed than over 1/3 of the world.
If you have a yearning in your heart to parent a child,
you are blessed because you still desire what you cannot see.
If you pray today or any day, you are blessed because you
believe in God’s willingness to hear your prayer.
If you pray for someone else,
you are blessed because you want to help others also.
If you have food in your refrigerator, clothes on your
back, a roof over your head, and a place to sleep;
all at the same time; you are rich in this world;
If you have a brother or sister in Christ that will pray
with you and for you, then you benefit from a spiritual unity,
bond, and agreement, which the gates of hell cannot stand against.
If you have any earthly family that even halfway loves you and support you,
are blessed beyond measure.
If you attend a church with a church family that offers
you one word of encouragement, you are blessed with some form of fellowship.
If you have money in the bank, in your wallet,
or some spare change in a dish someplace,
you are among the world’s wealthy.
If you can go to bed each night, knowing that God loves you,
you are blessed beyond measure.
If you can read this message, you are more blessed
than about 2/3 of the world.
If you have never had to endure the hardship and agony
of battle, imprisonment, or torture, you are blessed in
indescribable measure.
If you have a voice to sing His praises, a voice to witness God’s love,
and a voice to share the gospel, you are blessed.
About 1/3 of the world does not even know who the one true God is.
If you can hold someone’s hand, hug another person,
touch someone on the shoulder, you are blessed because
you can offer God’s healing touch.
If you can share a word of encouragement with someone
else, and do it with His love in your heart,
you are blessed because you have learned how to give.
If you have the conviction to stand fast upon His Word
and His promises, no matter what, you are blessed because
you are learning patience, endurance, and tenacity.
If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and
are truly thankful, you are blessed because most people can, but won’t.
Submitted by: Jane
 
 
 
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Jesus Bears My Burden





Jesus Bears My Burdens


When my heart was heavy 
with sorrow and sank
it was then that I went 
to the living fountain and drank
Jesus bears my burdens 
and lightens my load
I believe all His promises 
that in His book he told
He sees, He knows, and carries me 
to the rock that is higher
and gives me victory over Satan 
who is the greatest liar
Jesus is always there 
at times I need a faithful friend
and when the old accuser attacks 
he is ready to defend

Jesus saw my heart and knew 
my burden was too heavy to bear
so tenderly He said
"cast on me all your care"
I gave my burden to Him 
and left it in his hand
He encouraged my heart 
and gave me the strength to withstand
With Jesus on my side 
I knew I could not lose the fight
The glory of his presence
shone in my heart like a beautiful light
He gave me a vision to keep on going 
and serve him with all my heart
as I felt the comfort of the Holy Spirit 
and knew He would not depart

I poured out my complaint to the Lord
and made my earnest plea 
I begged for his mercy 
and to do a miracle for me
I felt my cry came into his ears 
and that he had heard
recalling many promises 
I had read in his Word
With a sweet assurance 
my petitions were appealed
it seemed like my requests 
were then recorded and sealed
I knew the Lord would answer 
in His time and way
and though my heart was breaking 
there was coming a joyful day

Jesus is the only one 
who knows all and understands
keeping me safe and secure 
in his strong and loving hands
caring for me and uplifting me with his love 
all the day long
and even when in the deepest valley 
puts in my heart a song
He delivers me from all my troubles 
so that I am not consumed by them
and reassures my heart 
to keep trusting and leaning on Him
With songs of deliverance in the night 
Jesus always brings the victory
keeping me with his sustaining grace 
til I finish my journey

When the pathway before me 
looks uncertain and obscured from my sight
I just trust the Lord knows what he is doing 
and that His way is always right
His way is so perfect, 
how could I ever doubt him or fear
always looking upward
and waiting for my Lord to appear
New wonders of his grace and blessings 
He shows me day by day
So good is He to me, 
I want to never from him stray
Jesus knows the way that I take 
and the trials that I face
and will deliver me all the days of my life 
til I reach my final resting place

I've had a burden on my heart
for many years
and for my dearest loved ones 
I've shed many tears
Now that my life on earth 
is coming to a close
I know a great victory is coming 
over Satan who did oppose
When I get home I'll be waiting 
for my loved ones to join me there
where we can all be together again 
and all the glories of Heaven share
Thank you Lord Jesus for keeping me 
in your care throughout my life
and for giving me a great hope 
that someday everything will be alright


Psalm 55:22 Cast thy burden upon the LORD, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.


@Copyright 2011, by Cindy Wyatt. All rights reserved.  




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Healings Of The Past

 

Healing Of The Past



Sometimes when we get a touch,
It’s painful to go through,
God needs to open our hearts to Him
For the work He needs to do

It’s often not an easy time
Dealing with the past,
But it’s necessary to sever it
So He can heal our hearts

For the issues of the past
That haven’t been resolved
Bring hindrances to God’s purposes
And discontentment to our souls

For God wants us all to live
Healed and walking free,
Not bound to past rejections,
But living in His victory

For that is where he uses us
Touching others through our lives,
But we need to put away the past
And have God’s love inside

For He can do this if we ask
If we place our hope in Him,
He’ll heal whatever holds us back
The brokenness within

For we don’t need to stay that way
When healing is in His hands,
We can have a special touch
From the one who understands.

© By M.S.Lowndes

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These Humble Words



These Humble Words
by louis gander


My Lord and Savior, hear my heart -
a heart that can't ignore,
Your love that chased me all my life
and proved to be much more...

Much more than rain drops from above
that fall from all around,
collecting in the ponds and lakes
and oceans that abound.

Much more than luscious meadows, green
where horses romp and play
much more than cool, clear bubbling brooks
where little ponies lay.

Much more than all the honey found
from bees that roam the hive,
much more than flowers from the plant
with petals bright, alive!

Much more than colors on the trees
in autumn's many hue,
of golden yellow, red and orange -
much more than rainbows too.

Much more than all the mountain peaks
that touch vast skies of blue
much more than questions I have asked
in prayers I've sent to You.

Much more than countless blessings from
Your miracles galore.
Much more than all my faithfulness.
But yet, You send me more.

Much more love that I waste on
such silly, selfish stuff.
Yet still, You send me greater love.
I can't love You enough.

Now may these humble words be passed
to everyone You touch,
so they, too, will have hearts to say,
"I love You very much."   



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"The Rosebud" | POEMS - Inspirational and Christian

 

The Rosebud

A plain and simple Rosebud,
A flower of God's design.
I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret to unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
The flower that God opens so easily,
In my hands would fade and die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
A flower of God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?

The solution is rather simple,
Trust God every moment, every day,
And look to Him in guidance
With each step along the way.

For the pathway that lies before me
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
Trusting that He'll unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose . . .

~ Darryl L. Brown ~
brownslord@hotmail.com
Copyright © 1985
All Rights Reserved

 

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What Can You Do?

What Can You Do?



Author : Nancy Burton
 
What can You do with...

broken dreams,
repeated failures,
endless frustration,
spent emotions,
confusion,
hurt
grief?

Please, show me.

What can You do with...

a trusting heart, 
willing feet,
open hands,
a surrendered will,
a seeking
spirit,
tears of contrition,
a mustard seed?

Please, show me!

 
 
 
 
 
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Give Thanks

 

Give Thanks

For all that GOD, in mercy, sends
For health
 and children, homes and friends
For comfort in the time of need
For every kindly word and deed
For happy thoughts and holy talk
For guidence
in our daily walk
For everything give thanks!
For beauty in this world of ours
For verdent green and lovely flowers
For song of birds, for hum of bees
For the refreshing summer breeze
For hill and plain, for stream and wood,
For the great ocean’s mighty flood
For everything give thanks!
For the sweet sleep which comes with night
For the returning morning’s light
For the bright sun that shines on high
For the stars glittering in the sky –
For these and everything we see
O Lord, our hearts we life to Thee
For everything give thanks!
 
 
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Dusk To Dawn 8-10-12

Dusk To Dawn 8-10-12:

Why at dusk did Your evening sunset overwhelm the blue -
and how did I miss, with sunlight's fade, our dimming friendship too?

Why did the grasses so appear 'greener on the other side'
and how did You seem so far away - beyond the deserts wide?

Why did I always rivers ride, with every twist and bend -
and how was it all futility with needs that never end?

Why did I go my selfish way and how'd I cut my path -
right over the worst terrain I found, only to find Your wrath?

Why did Your roses lose their scent and how'd our friendship wilt -
and how when with repentance here, did truth exacerbate guilt?

Why did I seek man's wisdom when my stomach grew to yearn
then question straight and narrow path that lost my chance to learn?

Why did my heart seem hardened so and how'd I grow so old -
waiting for all Your answers here in this frigid midnight cold?

Why did the chills surround me so and shiver every bone
and how did Your stars stare down at me and make me feel alone?

How did the darkness blanket me though moon and stars shone bright
to seemingly mock my presence here?  It didn't seem quite right...

No longer will I cut my path nor crawl through desert sand.
I walk beside still waters here, beside You, hand in hand.

It's easy to say 'Forgive me', but hard to be sincere,
still harder to walk the narrow, harder yet to persevere.

But peering to the Heavens now and awed by what I see -
I'm so content in knowing that You're right down here with me.

I know Your love, Your faithfulness, Your brilliant haloed face -
and faith reveals that dawn has come with morning sun, Your grace.

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Let Me Tell You How ~ Joan Clifton Costner

Let Me Tell You How

 

 Let me tell you howWe can live, again,
In a Land so glorious;
Without a trace of sin.
Jesus will be there
(Sonlight in the air!);
Constant and abiding love,
Always sincere care ...
And it will be
So glorious to see.
His love for, you and me,
Will last forever.
Amazing grace!
We'll see His blessed face,
A mansion in that place,
And we'll leave it never.
Just trust Him, every day.
Keep your faith so strong.
One day, you'll see gates of pearl.
It won't be very long.
A smile upon His face ~
Tender, precious, grace;
A hundred million perfect years,
Where time will all erase.
Yes, it will be so glorious to see.
His love, for you and me,
Will last forever!
Amazing grace!
We'll see His blessed face,
A mansion in that Place.
We'll leave it never.


* 2004 by Joan Clifton Costner
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Everlasting Tears 8-6-12

Everlasting Tears 8-6-12:

With sadness in His furrowed face,
with sorrow in His eyes,
with stench of blood and streaming sweat
with death heard in His cries -
could we not tell, when grimaced He,
in pain we couldn't hear,
in anguish so, He couldn't hold
that first initial tear?

From One so pure and innocent,
from One who suffered loss,
was One who sacrificed for us
on such a wicked cross,
where one tear found an opening,
accompanied by more -
to open up the floodgates there,
as never seen before.

But were the tears that Jesus shed
from just the pain He bore?
Or were the tears that soaked His face
from something even more?
They were not tears of happiness,
they were not tears of joy,
they were not tears of anger or
the tears that would destroy.

His tears were mixed with sweat and blood
that poured down from His face,
then dripped upon His heaving chest
and quickened to a place -
a place where burdens rested,
a place so torn apart,
but place sincere and sacred too -
His heavy laden heart.

A mother knows the pain of love
when children disobey.
She'll cry for hours, days and weeks.
There is no other way -
no other way to share her tears
than blend them in a prayer,
and send them up to Jesus where,
they mix with His tears there.

So take a look at Jesus' tears
and do they not comprise,
of grace and vast eternal love
just like a mother's eyes?
Produce a single tear, can I,
acknowledging my years,
that Jesus sacrificed for me,
in everlasting tears?

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