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A Prayer for Mothers

A Prayer for Mothers 

Luke18:1 “...that men ought always
to pray, and not to faint.”


O Lord, let us pray for every Mother
For each one has a common goal-
To love and train Your children-
Their bodies, minds, and souls.

We pray for Mom's who've just begun
Whose hearts are filled with love,
But feel a little fearful-
Please guide them from above.

For Mom's who choose to stay at home
We pray you'll bless their life-
Their busy days, with little praise-
Please bless their sacrifice.

Lord, please bless the single Moms
Who raise their children alone.
When they feel discouraged and lonely
May Your loving heart be their home.

And bless the special Mothers
Who've embraced another's child-
And adopted them as family.
We know that Heaven smiles.

Every Mother needs your help-
Friends, Aunts, and Grandmas, too-
To help raise up godly children
Who will love and follow You.
Amen


Jacqueline A. Cosgrove
Battle Creek , MI
USA

pojac_77@hotmail.com


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In My Weakness


In My Weakness


 When you’re lost in a sea of indifference,

When you’re drowning, but nobody cares,

When it seems all is lost, though you’ve paid the high cost

And you can’t pierce the ceiling with prayers;

When you’re standing for right ~ but alone in your fight ~

When your heart is breaking in two;

Dear friend, just recall the sparrows that fall ~

He really does care for you.


Sometimes in losing, we win more,

And sometimes the battle’s not o’er;

Sometimes the struggle brings forth the strength

To raise us up where eagles soar.

When we have reached the high places

And we gaze at the valley below

The tapestry woven, will look from above

Like it never could from here below.


God does have a plan and a purpose,

And things never happen by chance;

What you see through the lens with study

Is not just the same as a glance.

So when troubles and trials beset you,

Hold on! And study with care!

And you’ll find the trace of His finger -

You’ll know he is answering prayer!


It is not just the present and past He can see -

And it’s not just the loss or the win;

But He sees beyond and He sees results -

He knows how the twig turns and bends.

I like to think that each twist and turn

In this gnarled old bark of mine,

Drove my roots deeper still, seeking guidance until

They’re forever entwined in Thine!


©© 2005 Joan Clifton Costner


Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations Author.

This writing may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact,
for non-profit ministering purposes.


II Cor. 12:9 “And He said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee:

for my strength is made perfect in weakness







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Love Her Now - Mothers Day



Love Her Now






A Mother's Day Exhortation

If you have a mother living, hug her now.
And as you hug, note wrinkles on her brow;
These didn't come by chance
But through hard circumstance.
If you have a mother living, hug her now.

Your very life you owe her; kiss her now.
That awful pride, so shameful, disavow!
Oh note that graying head,
The many tears she's shed!
Your very life you owe her; kiss her now.

She's so worthy of your love; tell Mother now.
Her golden years by this you will endow.
Don't wait till it's too late;
Your pains alleviate.
She's so worthy of your love; tell Mother now.

I wish I could to Mom my love avow,
But angels calling first now disallow.
And so to you I'd say,
If your mother lives today
And ever you would love her, love her now!


joevans@attbi.com



John Evans
Jacksonville , FL
USA


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The Miracle of Easter

The Miracle of Easter: Happy Easter! 

May we feel gratitude and joy as we commemorate the most sacred and significant religious event in all the world’s history, the crucifixion and resurrection of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  He lives and is the Savior and Redeemer of the world.  Knowing He died for me and will come again provides peace and happiness in my life. 

"How great, how glorious, how complete,
Redemption’s grand design,
Where justice, love, and mercy meet
In harmony divine!"
               Eliza R. Snow





The Good Samaritan 4-1-12

The Good Samaritan 4-1-12:

A doctor saw an angry mob -
and money they had stolen,
so then he passed the beaten man
now broke and cut and swollen.

A lawyer watched the boastful crowd
with sly and greedy grin.
He pondered many lawsuits but -
the man just couldn't win.

A businessman was by the man
and picked up every stone.
A collector may pay hundreds
for each one they had thrown.

A priest was standing with the thieves.
He knew they needed teaching -
but gave the beaten man advice
with all his finest preaching.

Reporters interviewed the crowd
and printed many quotes.
A politician saw the group
and all their many votes.

He held a newborn baby and
he placed a tender kiss -
promised help for everyone -
ran for higher office.

At last, a good Samaritan
passed up the world's reward.
He cleaned his cuts and bandaged him
and paid for room and board.

Does money, power, pride seize you -
through Satan's evil lies?
Then be 'a Good Samaritan'
and "go and do likewise." **

©2012 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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**Luke 10: 25-37
25 And, behold, a certain lawyer stood up, and tempted him,
saying, Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?
26 He said unto him, What is written in the law? how readest thou?
 27 And he answering said,

Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul,
and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.
28 And he said unto him, Thou hast answered right: this do, and thou shalt live.
29 But he, willing to justify himself, said unto Jesus, And who is my neighbour?
 30 And Jesus answering said,

A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves,
which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead.
 31 And by chance there came down a certain priest that way:

and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side.
 32 And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place,

came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side.
 33 But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was:

and when he saw him, he had compassion on him,
 34 And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine,

and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.
 35 And on the morrow when he departed,

he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him,
Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee.
36 Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves?
37 And he said, He that shewed mercy on him.

Then said Jesus unto him, Go, and do thou likewise.

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A Pound of Spikenard



A Pound of Spikenard

It started with the tears.
Like something - some One had hold of me.
Stronger than any Force I’d ever felt
                                                              Yet strangely gentle.
I knew they were having supper in an upstairs room,
John had told my brother.
I ran from my place with the bottle in my hand.
I ran straight to the house as if guided by some One.
I didn’t knock - it was all I could do to slow down -
I just fell at His feet.
Trembling all over I broke the container which
Instantly filled the room with fragrance everyone knew.
I pulled the band from my hair
It fell over the floor.
I began to weep more, trying to do it quietly.
I poured more oil, over His feet and legs, over His head.
My hair became my drying cloth.
I rubbed it over His skin.
I heard Him say, "Leave her alone."
He knew better than I why I was doing this.
I never stopped weeping....
He touched me gently.
I left still weeping.
He had said, "I am the resurrection and the life.."
And this oil was significant to death!
Why had He come this year?
They spread palm branches and shouted praises in one street
And plotted against Him around the corner.
I hadn’t recognized the Spirit of God! No matter -
I couldn’t have stopped what I did.
Later I learned that the oil had permeated the air around Him.
Everyone who touched Him carried it.
Soldiers that struck Him or pulled His beard were carriers.
The crown Pilate put on His head took up the fragrance;
The purple robe, the reed in His hand .....the cross!
Nicodemus and Joseph both carried the fragrance -
And they sealed it in the tomb!
That’s why when we came early that first morning, I noticed it.
That special fragrance.
The tomb was open!
He was gone!
Now, the weeping began again.
That same sweet Spirit was present.
The gardener came. "Sir," I began...
The gardener had the fragrance too!
"Sir, where have you laid Him?"
"Mary"....
I didn’t need to look up.
I knew.
All I wanted was to touch Him.
He said "No".
He said, "Go tell".
"He is risen!
He is risen!
He is Life!"
I ran with His message, His fragrance, His love and mercy, His Hope, His peace. His kingdom,
Alive in my heart
Forevermore!

Joan Clifton Costner
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For Easter - Joan Clifton Costner






For Easter

I’d like to give you special things at Easter;
Not colored eggs or bunnies, if you please.
I’d like to give you brand new hope and sunshine,
And even deeper faith to bend your knees.

I'd like to catch your hand in dewy sunrise,
Run that mile and view that empty tomb;
Maybe, sing the alleluia chorus ~
Weep for joy and dance away the gloom.

Could we just sit silent, watching all the traffic
Coming in to find the grave clothes there;
Like an empty shell, cocoon all dry and vacant,
While the Spirit soars magnificently through air?

We would sure rejoice that our Precious Lord had risen.
But, we’d have to go ~ to shout it to the world
And we couldn’t wait so long; the fire within us
Would consume us if we didn’t share this pearl!

So, may I paint word pictures of Him ~ risen?
Imagine all the tears of joy we’d share
And recall to you the greatest of all victories
Is in this early morning’s dewy air.
© 2006 by Joan Clifton Costner
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations Author.
This writing may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact,
for non-profit ministering purposes.

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