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Children Aren't Children For Long



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Are You Preacher?


 
 
JUST PLAIN ME...

Sometimes someone will ask:

"Are you a pastor?"
"Nope, but, by the grace of God, I have studied... I'm just plain me."

"Are you a preacher?"
"Nope, but by the grace of God, I have preached... I'm Just plain me."

"Are you a teacher?"
"Nope, but by the grace of God, I have taught... I'm just plain me!."

"So, what do you do?"
"Whatever God puts in my heart to do... I'm just plain me!."
<♥>
by Bill Haas ✻¸¸.·´¯`♥
 
 
 



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One Day At A Time - By: Hug Me Jesus


One Day at a Time...

One day at a time, with its failures and fears,
With its hurts and mistakes, with its weakness and tears,
With its portion of pain and its burden of care;
One day at a time we must meet and must bear.

One day at a time to be patient and strong,
To be calm under trial and sweet under wrong;
Then its toiling shall pass and its sorrow shall cease;
It shall darken and die, and the night shall bring peace.

One day at a time - but the day is so long,
And the heart is not brave, and the soul is not strong,
0 Thou pitiful Christ, be Thou near all the way;
Give courage and patience and strength for the day.

Swift cometh His answer, so clear and so sweet;
"Yea, I will be with thee, thy troubles to meet;
I will not forget thee, nor fail thee, nor grieve;
I will not forsake thee; I never will leave."

Not yesterday's load we are called on to bear,
Nor the morrow's uncertain and shadowy care;
Why should we look forward or back with dismay?
Our needs, as our mercies, are but for the day.

One day at a time, and the day is His day;
He hath numbered its hours, though they haste or delay.
His grace is sufficient; we walk not alone;
As the day, so the strength that He giveth His own.
 
By:  Hug Me Jesus


 
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The Straight And Narrow


The Straight and Narrow 8-20-13

Celestial grace pours down on me.
Your love has filled my heart.
Rejoice, I do, when I'm with You,
but life tears me apart.
 
I pray, "Dear Lord, please give me strength.
Sometimes I can't go on...
Does Your sparrow not have shelter
from things it comes upon?
 
 "Yea, though I walk through the valley,
where evil so abounds,
I did not know that Your path Lord,
would have such 'ups and downs'.
 
They take my house, possessions too,
but You say 'follow me'.
So faithfully, I stumble on.
Was this all meant to be?
 
 "Yea, though I walk the shadow through,
which covers all the grounds...
I did not know that Your path Lord,
would have such 'ups and downs'.
 
The future's dark, so go, how I?
Oh, what am I to do?
I often find it slippery
as I reach out to You.
 "Yea, though I walk through horrid death,
I hear its helpless sounds...
I did not know that Your path Lord,
would have such 'ups and downs'."
---
His way is seldom easy,
and downright serious -
but yet I know it's not as hard
as nails that held Jesus.
 
 His way is met with 'ups and downs'.
It's often slippery.
Sometimes I feel incapable -
and tempted so, to flee.
 
But it is then that I recall
that He protects the sparrow -
so faithfully I drag my cross
here on the straight and narrow.
 
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

-------Psalm 23:4 (KJV)
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
 Matthew 7:13-14 (KJV)
13 Enter ye in at the strait gate:
for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction,
and many there be which go in thereat:
14 Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life,
and few there be that find it.

Matthew 10:30-32 (KJV)
30 But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
31 Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.
32 Whosoever therefore shall confess me before men,
him will I confess also before my Father which is in heaven.
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Treasure Chest: Poem by John F. Brand — One Thing More Beautiful


 
The little girl hated her freckles,
Of which she had quite a few,
And when someone would tease her
She didn’t know what to do.
 Grandma said, “They’re beautiful!
I wanted some when I was small.
Now name me one thing that’s prettier,
Just name one thing, that’s all.”
 
The little girl quickly dried her tears,
And looking up into Grandma’s face,
She said just one word ---- “Wrinkles”
And a smile did her tears replace.
 

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Just Think



Just Think


Just think of stepping
on the peaceful golden shore
and hearing the heavenly harps play
with its beauty galore

Just think of the majestic voices
of the choir sing
praises throughout all eternity
to Jesus the Lord and King

Just think of hearing the horns
play a melodic symphony
where there will be
no discordance or disharmony

Just think of finishing our course
and going to our home
never again to wander off track
and never again to roam

Just think of hearing Jesus say
"Well done"
The race now being over
and eternity has just begun

Just think how much
peace will be in that place
and how glad we will be
we are saved by his grace
 
Just think how wonderful
it will be to end our pilgrim journey
and be in that glorious land
forever throughout eternity

Just think of never again having
a battle with the flesh or the devil
To be up high above it
on a different plane and level

Just think of seeing loved ones
who are waiting in that land in the sky
We will see them again
and never have to say good bye

Just think how close it is
and how soon we will be there
It may even be today
we'll be breathing in the new celestial air 

(I was listening to beautiful music today and got to thinking.)

Philippians 4:8 ..... whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.
 
Poetry By: Cindy Wyatt

 
 
 
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God's Garden Blooms! 6-12-13

 
God's Garden Blooms! 6-12-13
 
 
My flower bed had been prepared...
With sacrificing toil -
I'd cultivated, fertilized
the rich, organic soil.
Surrounded by a picket fence,
(a short one painted white) -
it seemed to frame a picture that
was sure a pretty sight.

But absent, garden's bloom.

Though warmth came with the sunshine
and moisture with the rain -
and though I pulled out every weed,
my work was all in vain.
Why were my working hours
I knew were loving deeds,
now proving to be futile -
without mere flower seeds?

Where was the garden's bloom?

"For God so loved the world, that
He gave His only Son..."
The time was past to plant the seed
to see a job well-done.
So flawless is my garden now
with seeds set in the ground -
but faith must wait for grace to touch
the heart until He's found.

Await the gardens bloom...

Then when I least expect it
I see some little sprouts -
that grow from living water as
mere souls begin to shout.
Nights' dark and patient hours end.
The day brings joyous light.
The days have grown His blessings vast -
with souls so vibrant, bright!

Now watch God's garden bloom!

From children, teens and fathers,
from grandma's faithful heart -
from every corner of the earth
watch great compassion start!
For every blooming flower proves
that grace and faith survive,
that Jesus lives within our hearts -
that God is still alive!

And oh, my soul blooms!

©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED



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God Tried Me



God Tried Me


God tried me and proved me
by many years in the wilderness
through many heartaches and trials
not all joyfulness and bliss
 
Because he wanted to see
if I would follow him as I ought
when the way was rough and rugged
with many battles to be fought
 
God led me all the way
through valleys and mountaintops
giving me strength to go on
and drying up all my tearful sops
 
He strengthened my inward man
and gave me courage to withstand
giving victory over all my foes
keeping me always in His hand
 
God never failed
always coming through for me
refining my spiritual vision
so eternity I could more clearly see
 
 God did all this for me
to give me a better end
so that now by looking back
I can see He was a faithful friend

 
Poetry By:  Cindy Wyatt 
 
Deuteronomy 8:2 And thou shalt remember all the way which the Lord thy God led thee these forty years in the wilderness, to humble thee, and to prove thee, to know what was in thine heart, whether thou wouldest keep his commandments, or no.


 


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Secret Admirer 2-18-13



Secret Admirer 2-18-13


(from a woman's perspective...)

Damp were the petals, kissed by the dew,
on bright, vibrant rose held up for my view -
from soft velvet fingers and unweathered skin
from one faithful heart full of true love within.

The rose was exquisite, so perfect to see -
with flower now open so beau-ti-ful-ly.
It seemed to rest easy on leaves of bright green -
(if now, you could only imagine the scene).

Behind that great gift was another one too -
who whispered poetically, "Oh, how I love you!"
It floated from voice so familiar to me
that stopped my whole world - instantly, briefly.

He caught me off-guard and I must concede
that inside his heart was a great love indeed.
For there behind raised arm, so patient and mild -
I saw the cute face of my very own child.

Reached, I there down - and speaking in prose,
I said, "Thank you child." accepting the rose.
And then to the side, I gave curtain a push -
and sure enough missing, my rose from rose bush.

But forced I a smile and gave him a kiss -
for this is one day that I'll soon reminisce.
His innocent countenance had drawn me to pray,
"Thank you, dear Lord, for my child today."

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A Mother's Heart



 

A Mother's Heart

A godly mother's heart
is with her home and children
though some may mock and say
She's just an old mother hen.
She longs to care for her little ones
every morning, noon, and night
and with every new word or new thing learned
she ponders it with great delight
The children carried under her heart for nine months
she can never forget
and when they are growing up
she doesn't want to miss a single little bit
To her it is worth it all to have less wealth
and material things
just to have the great joy that
raising her children brings
To see her children come to know Christ
is the greatest blessing of all
as God rewards her for being faithful
to her motherhood call


Titus 2:4-5 That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, To be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed.

Poetry By: Cindy Wyatt
 


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Reflections Of A Backslider

 

Reflections of a Backslider
J. Newton
Sweet was the time when first I felt
The Saviour’s pardoning blood
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;
And when the evening shades prevailed,
His love was all my song.
In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw His glory shine;
And when I read His holy Word,
I called each promise mine.
But now, when evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;
And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.
 
 
 
 
 


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Kisses From God





by Pearl Sturgis

It's been years now
since God took you home.
My heart is still broken.
I feel so alone.

Although I'm still grieving
I look back to see ...
the numerous blessings
God granted to me.

The flowers you planted
now bloom on the hill.
The house we were building,
it shelters me still.

Each big or small problem
gets solved one by one...
like kisses from God.
sent to help me move on.   

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The Viewing


The Viewing


by Pearl Sturgis 

I'm going to see him
for one last time.
I'm sharing my heart,
my soul and my mind. 


I will see him ...
but he will not see me.
Help me Dear Lord...
Please help me to see...

that we'll be together
in Heaven again...
When all of the heartaches
in this world will end.

We'll sit and we'll talk
by the river once more,
but we'll have no heartaches
to share as before.

A shoulder is needed
to lean on down here;
a friend to rely on
and wipe away tears.

Oh! How I will miss him.
Till death did we part...
My friend and my husband
who shared all my heart.



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Angels






      Angels


You’ll never be an angel
Though sometimes it’s hard to tell,
For you have ways becoming and
You’d play an angel well;
But God made you uniquely -
Only one you’ll ever find -
I’ll know you up in Heaven,
You’ll still be a friend of mine.
God made a lot of angels and
He gave them certain tasks.
A warrior, and a messenger -
They fly whene’er He asks;
But we were made a different way
With wills to call our own, and
We decide with our free will
Our everlasting home.
I read about the cheribim -
(Ezekiel told it well!)
Gabriel, the messenger,
Michael making war on hell.
But Jesus was still Jesus
When He rose up from the grave,
We will know and recognize Him
In the land of endless day.
You’ll still be you - I’ll still be me
A million years from now;
No telling what the Lord will have
For us to do...Somehow
I’m glad, although I know we’ll change
With bodies just like Jesus,
But I’ll still know you and see you
Just the way that Jesus sees us!



"We will be known as we are known" I Cor. 13:12
"Masterpiece created in Jesus" Eph. 2:10
"To us gave He power to become the Sons (daughters) of God." John 1:12


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Golden Streets Of Home






 


Golden Streets Of Home


My wondering eyes will open wide,
To find I’m evermore alive,
And there’s a golden path stretching out before me.
Pearly gates I see, that swing wide open.
Then, my heart leaps. Words are unspoken,
"Welcome to the Golden Streets of Home!"

My dearest hope of life is true!
My cherished dream is now in view!
I wonder, what is waiting just inside in Glory?
Tears of Love o’er flow in joy unbroken,
As I remember words just spoken,
"Welcome to the Golden Streets of Home!"

Then, they’ll all come to greet me,
Arms outstretched and smiling sweetly.
It’s good to see the Golden Streets of Home!

The mother that I loved so well,
More lovely now than words can tell,
And cherished friends and neighbors that have gone before me,
And, then, Jesus, full of Heaven’s Glory,
Takes my hand and hears my story;
"Welcome to the Golden Streets of Home!"

Yes, they’ll all come to greet me,
Arms outstretched and smiling sweetly.
It’s good to see the Golden Streets of Home!
Oh, it’s so good to touch the Golden Streets of Home!


© 2002 by Joan Clifton Costner
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Who Cares



Who Cares

No one cares as much as Jesus,
When the days are weary, long;
When your vision’s only downward,
When your heart forgets it’s song.
No one cares as much as Jesus,
When the pain you scarcely bear
Surges forward and engulfs you,
Drowning out your feeble prayer.
No one cares as much as Jesus,
For "He careth for His own",
In the blackest hour of midnight
He alone brings us to dawn.
No one care as much as Jesus,
Even those who love us dear -
Lift your face up towards God’s Heaven
He will hear and answer prayer!


Joan Clifton Costner

"Casting all your care upon Him; for He careth for you:
1 Peter 5:7


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