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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!


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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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Inheritance




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