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From Pain to Praise - Josh Peterson


From Pain to Praise:
Josh Peterson

We have all walked,
through the valley of the shadow.
Some times we won,
and sometimes we lost.

But Jesus was always with us,
even if we didn't recognize Him.
He was there,
to console our loss.

We saw only the pain,
through our times of travail.
It's so hard to see anything at all,
when it's your time of wail.

But without the pain,
it's hard to appreciate true praise.
From the places we've been,
through the steps of our days. 

Did we overcome our pain,
through our emotions and flesh?
Or was it the hand of the Master,
that reached down, and renewed us afresh.

Where we're headed,
pain cannot follow.
Nor sorrow, nor despair,
nor tears that wallow.

Dear Lord, 
let our pain, of the past.
 Fuel our praise's today!
For only in You Lord,
does pain pass away!


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~ In His Hand ~ Joan Clifton Costner




~ In His Hand ~
In God's great hand, my name is written down,
Not lightly but with bold deliberate strokes;
Engraved forever there, for me to see,
One day, when I come home -
Still following the way.

I cannot fathom why the great "I Am"
Should plan for me to know His pen has traced
The letters of my name (which He knew first);
Except the joy, the peace, the confidence
He has, in wondrous ways, to me dispensed.

For when the tragedies of life contain my name,
I say, "He knows, and I am not alone.
I trust because I know He can't forget.
This trial, for me, is good;
He loves me yet."
 
And so, dear friend, my pen is in my hand.
Your name I place upon my palm, today.
I promise, as I go about my tasks,
I'll pray for you each time the Spirit asks.

Sometimes, in gentle gesture, I do close
My fingers there 'around your precious name'
And hold you close; and know that God
Is doing just the same.


~ * ~
I will never forget thee, see?
I have engraved your name in the Palms of My hand.
I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.
 Isaiah 49, Hebrews 13
© 2005 by Joan Clifton Costner
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations author.
This poem may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact,
for non-profit ministering purposes.

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Thank You! 2-23-12


I felt I was trampled by thousand-cow herd -
and hoped I could write it in poetic word -
but first I sat down and I started to pray,
and saw God's creation so all I could say,
was "Thank You!"

My eyes rose up high to a picturesque sky -
while thoughts ran off rampant to years gone by -
where burdens had settled on one special day,
that flooded my soul - so all I could say,
was "Thank you!"

Though breezes blow storm clouds around to and fro -
and every so often still trouble me so -
the sun always shines above all the fray,
dispersing the storm clouds - so all I can say,
is "Thank You!"

A rainbow appears over the rugged cross -
a cross much more painful than my finite loss.
A sacrifice, perfect - but that was God's way.
And now tears are falling and all I can pray,
is "Thank You!"

"Thank You for mangers, Your great humbleness.
Thank You for crosses and all who You bless.
Thank You for being the God that You are.
Thank You for wearing those great many scar.

"Thank You for grace that's so endlessly pure.
Thank You for strength that will always endure.
Thank You for showing me a new perspective.
Thank You for faith and a brand new directive.

"Thank You for children who make my heart glow.
Thank You for loving them now as they grow.
Thank You for teaching them how to respect.
Thank You for blessings despite my neglect.

"Thank You for lifting me out of sins' hole.
Thank You for Pastors who challenge my soul.
Thank You for churches, all joined at the hip -
and thank you for friends and the great fellowship."

So now when I'm trampled and my life is blurred -
I open my Bible - God's great living Word.
It's then I see clearly, it's then I can pray -
and though I'm tore open, it's all I can say.
"Oh, Thank You!"

©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Two Planks of Wood



It’s just a couple planks of wood,
Some nails, and thorns; a sign.
It could never build much of anything.
But, it built a bridge Divine.
The chasm wide between the worlds,
Of darkness and of light,
Were spanned with two old planks of wood,
Some nails, and thorns; a sign.
It was all wrong, it all was right,
Because the only way
To span the gulf (restore our souls)
Hung on the cross that day.
The strongest force in the universe
Dripped down, a crimson red,
And demons tremble in its wake,
With, ''It is finished!'' said.
The work was done in majesty,
The blood line clearly drawn!
We overcome the vilest test;
Our testimony and His song!
The sign up high, above His head,
Needed one word to be true.
He was the King of Kings, Who
Sought for me and you!
Oh, beautiful and purest Love,
Throughout eons of time,
Brought, humbly, by two planks of wood,
Some nails, and thorns....and...a sign!


© 2003 by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
jody@ptsi.net

John 19:22 ''Pilate answered, What I have written, I have written.''
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The Little Things - Marian Jones



The Little Things

Thank you God for little things
That bring much joy our way,
Like a sudden burst of sunshine
Cleansing a sky of grey.

A kindness from a stranger,
Children's laughter as they play;
There are so many little things
That brighten up each day.

Things we take for granted,
Like someone's thoughtful deed:
A perfect flower unfolding
Amidst a patch of weeds.

So at the end of every day
When we turn to God and pray
Let's thank Him for the little things,
He loves to send our way.

Marian Jones
Copyright  2002  





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God of Glory - Joan Clifton Costner





God of Glory

From the Living Words of Life ~ the Bible,
Comes the wisdom by the ages found;
From the purest Blood comes my salvation,
Lasting, ~EVER lasting ~ Love profound!
Cornerstone of Heaven ~my Redeemer!
Light of Glory! Song of Galaxies!
Brightest Morning Star in all of Heaven!
Precious Lamb of God ~ eternally!
Woo with Siren song the souls of beings
Destined to divert their wandering eyes,
Speak, oh speak and sing the song of heaven,
Wake us up and make us oh, so wise!
Hold us, Lord, so close we hear Thy heartbeat;
Let our hearts in rhythm keep the pace,
Dry our tears and show us we belong to
God of Glory, He has won the race!!
Joan Clifton Costner
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Nothing Between - Joan Clifton Costner







Nothing Between


You placed a veil between us.
We longed to see Your face.
But, only one was chosen to
Enter the Holy Place .
The veil was thick as canvas;
Opaque, no misty dream.
We waited, with our perfect lambs,
And watched the crimson stream.
There came a mighty earthquake,
Deep darkness over the land;
A plaintive call to Heaven,
Pierced side and bleeding hand.
The heavy veil split right in two
As a hand of lightning fell;
The top, down to the bottom ~
Not done by any man - we could tell.
And, suddenly, we knew that we
Were welcomed to God’s heart!
We only need to trust His Son
And let Him have His part.
No one between, but straight to God,
We make our glad petitions!
Our hearts became His very own,
Leaving this tradition.
I grieve to see some step between
The God Who loves us so.
I wish that I could tell the world
This Truth that they should know ...
No one between our hearts and His;
No veil, no man, nothing seen!
We are welcomed to our Father
With nothing in between!

© 2003 by Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
Used by Permission

"And behold the veil of the temple was rent in twain from
the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake, and the rocks rent ..."
Matt. 27:51







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By His Hand - Joyce T. Griffin



By His Hand

I thank Thee Lord for everything,
this newness of life that comes each spring,
the flowers, the birds, and blooming trees,
the butterflies and little bees.

The melody that greets each morn,
wee green shoots of planted corn,
berry bushes so impatient to twine
along the fence with thorny vine.

Even the weeds so anxious to grow
that will require a spade and hoe.
A clump of wild flowers are here I see
brought by the wind and left for me.

In every sprig and unfolding leaf
brings fresh awareness and a firm belief,
that there is nothing, be it large or small,
for Thy hand has made it all.

Let me ne'er take for granted a day,
a sky of blue, or the suns warm ray.
As I sit in the shade of a spreading tree
I will bow my head and give thanks to Thee.~



Joyce T. Griffin
Jacksonville , FL

 

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