Thursday, September 21, 2006

More Like The Master

Originally, I desired to post a new poem or hymn every day, with my thoughts as to why it was important to me or what prompted me to write it (if it was one of my own poems). On a practical basis, that hasn't been working to get a new one out each day. So I think I will post on this blog a little less frequently, but hopefully still be able to post some personal things about each poem.

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The hymn for you today is one that a friend posted on her blog. It is an excellent song with a wonderful message. When I read or sing it, in my heart that is my prayer as well:

More Like The Master
(Charles H. Gabriel)

More like the Master I would ever be,
More of His meekness, more humility;
More zeal to labor, more courage to be true,
More consecration for work He bids me do.

Take Thou my heart, I would be Thine alone;
Take Thou my heart, and make it all Thine own.
Purge me from sin, O Lord, I now implore,
Wash me and keep me Thine forevermore.

More like the Master is my daily prayer;
More strength to carry crosses I must bear;
More earnest effort to bring His kingdom in;
More of His Spirit, the wanderer to win.

More like the Master I would live and grow;
More of His love to others I would show;
More self denial, like His in Galilee,
More like the Master I long to ever be.

Luke 6:40 The disciple is not above his master: but every one that is perfect shall be as his master.

The mature believer will be like Christ, and our goal should be to conformed more and more to our Master now as we walk with Him from day to day.

Are you "more like the Master" than you were before? More than last year? More than you used to be? It is certainly a mark to be striving towards.

What the world needs to see is less of each of us, and more of Jesus shining through our lives.

Are you more like Jesus today?

Friday, September 15, 2006

The Altar Is Empty

The Altar Is Empty

The altar is empty -
The sacrifice has walked away.
The heart's gone cold -
Where's the willingness to pray?

Something is wrong, it shouldn't be,
No peace within, convicting me!

Kindle my heart, stir into a flame.
Restore my soul, as I call on Your name.
Oh Lord above, grant me the grace
To deny myself and put Your will in its place.

The altar is empty -
There are no prayers offered today.
The heart's lukewarm -
Where's the desire to pray?

The field is white, but no reaping done,
No hearts breaking, pleading for God's Son.


The field is empty -
Where are the labourers today?
Those faithful servants
Standing in the gap to pray.

Oh hear God's voice, His Spirit's call;
Repent, you watchmen, upon the wall.


Quicken my heart, in Jesus' name,
Cleanse me from my sin - bring to life again.
Send me, oh Lord, and I will go -
Go and tell the world Jesus loves them so.

July 29th, 2004
Jerry Bouey

John 4:35 Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.

Matthew 9:36-38 But when he saw the multitudes, he was moved with compassion on them, because they fainted, and were scattered abroad, as sheep having no shepherd. Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few; Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth labourers into his harvest.

Prayer Is The Soul’s Sincere Desire

Hymn for Thursday.

Prayer Is The Soul’s Sincere Desire
(Words: James Montgomery)

Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed;
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer, the sublimest strains
That reach the Majesty on high.

Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath,
The Christian’s native air,
His watchword at the gates of death;
He enters Heav’n with prayer.

Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice,
Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice
And cry, “Behold, he prays!”

The saints in prayer appear as one
In word, in deed, and mind,
While with the Father and the Son
Sweet fellowship they find.

No prayer is made by man alone
The Holy Spirit pleads,
And Jesus, on th’eternal throne,
For sinners intercedes.

O Thou by Whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod:
Lord, teach us how to pray.

The Door Of Hope

Poem for Wednesday.

The Door Of Hope

When your soul is deeply anguished,
And your way, hedged about with thorns,
Though you know the Lord has smitten –
He will bind up what He has torn.

Dwelling in the Valley of Trouble,
Convicted, you hear God’s Spirit cry,
“The Door of Hope is now open –
Despair not – the Lord your God is nigh.”

He will heal all of your backslidings
When you seek Him with all your heart;
Though you’ve wandered in your wilderness,
His mercies will grant you a new start.

Turn from the Valley of Weeping;
Forsake your wanderings in sin –
The Door of Hope has been opened,
Jesus is calling – return to Him.

Though your spirit is so heavy,
And your heart is scarred by sin,
In repentance, hope is promised -
Rejoice with singing and enter in.

December 7th, 2003
Jerry Bouey

And I will give her her vineyards from thence,
and the valley of Achor [trouble] for a door of hope:
and she shall sing there, as in the days of her youth,
and as in the day when she came up out of the land of Egypt.

Hosea 2:15

Come, and let us return unto the LORD:
for He hath torn, and He will heal us;
He hath smitten, and He will bind us up.

Hosea 6:1

Who passing through the valley of Baca [weeping]
make it a well; the rain also filleth the pools.

Psalms 84:6

When Thou saidst, Seek ye My face;
my heart said unto Thee, Thy face, LORD, will I seek.

Psalms 27:8

These promises of restoration and mercy are for the child of God who has wandered from the Lord. If you do not know the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal Saviour, please read the following links:


Catch up time!

Hymn for Tuesday.


When once I mourned a load of sin;
When conscience felt a wound within;
When all my works were thrown away;
When on my knees I knelt to pray,
Then, blissful hour, remembered well,
I learned Thy love, Immanuel.

When storms of sorrow toss my soul;
When waves of care around me roll;
When comforts sink, when joys shall flee;
When hopeless griefs shall gape for me,
One word the tempest's rage shall quell -
That word, Thy name, Immanuel.

When for the truth I suffer shame;
When foes pour scandal on my name;
When cruel taunts and jeers abound;
When "Bulls of Bashan" gird me round,
Secure within Thy tower I'll dwell -
That tower, Thy grace, Immanuel.

When hell enraged lifts up her roar;
When Satan stops my path before;
When fiends rejoice and wait my end;
When legioned hosts their arrows send,
Fear not, my soul, but hurl at hell
Thy battle-cry, Immanuel.

When down the hill of life I go;
When o'er my feet death's waters flow;
When in the deep'ning flood I sink;
When friends stand weeping on the brink,
I'll mingle with my last farewell
Thy lovely name, Immanuel.

When tears are banished from mine eye;
When fairer worlds than these are nigh;
When heaven shall fill my ravished sight;
When I shall bathe in sweet delight,
One joy all joys shall far excel,
To see Thy face, Immanuel.

~Charles Spurgeon~

This is one of my favourite poems - by my all-time favourite preacher.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Day By Day

Day By Day
(Words: Karolina W. Sandell-Berg; Music: Oskar Ahnfelt.)

Day by day, and with each passing moment,
Strength I find, to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He Whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best—
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Every day, the Lord Himself is near me
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me,
He Whose Name is Counselor and Power;
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This the pledge to me He made.

Help me then in every tribulation
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation
Offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
Ever to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till I reach the promised land.

So Little Time

Hymn for Sunday

So Little Time
(By John R. Rice)

So little time! The harvest will be over.
Our reaping done, we reapers taken Home.
Report our work to Jesus, Lord of harvest,
And hope He'll smile and that He'll say, "Well done!"

Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest!
Today is given us lost souls to win.
Oh then to save some dear ones from the burning.
Today we'll go to bring some sinner in.

How many times I should have strongly pleaded;
How often did I feel to strictly warn.
The Spirit moved, oh had I pled for Jesus!
The grain is fallen, lost ones not reborn.

Despite the heat, the ceaseless toil, the hardship,
The broken heart over those we cannot win;
Misunderstood, because we're oft peculiar,
Still no regrets we'll have but for our sin.

A day of pleasure, or a feast of friendship,
A house or car or garments fair or fame,
Will all be trash, when souls are brought to Heaven,
And then how sad to face the slackers blame!

The harvest white, with reapers few is wasting
And many souls will die and never know.
The love of Christ, the joy of sins forgiven.
Oh let us weep and love and pray and go!

Final Chorus:
Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest!
Today is given us lost souls to win.
Oh then to save some dear ones from the burning.
Oh will you go and bring some sinner in?

But if the watchman see the sword come,
and blow not the trumpet, and the people be not warned;
if the sword come, and take any person from among them,
he is taken away in his iniquity;
but his blood will I require at the watchman's hand.

Ezekiel 33:6

At Calvary

Hymn For Saturday

At Calvary
(Words: William R. Newell; Music: Daniel B. Towner)

Years I spent in vanity and pride,
Caring not my Lord was crucified,
Knowing not it was for me He died on Calvary.

Mercy there was great, and grace was free;
Pardon there was multiplied to me;
There my burdened soul found liberty at Calvary.

By God’s Word at last my sin I learned;
Then I trembled at the law I’d spurned,
Till my guilty soul imploring turned to Calvary.

Now I’ve given to Jesus everything,
Now I gladly own Him as my King,
Now my raptured soul can only sing of Calvary!

Oh, the love that drew salvation’s plan!
Oh, the grace that brought it down to man!
Oh, the mighty gulf that God did span at Calvary!

Thursday, September 07, 2006

The Day My Saviour Died

Poem for Friday

The Day My Saviour Died

I wonder, what were you doing, on the day my Saviour died?
Were you standing afar off, as He hung there crucified?
Were you cheering with the crowd, as they scorned and mocked at Him?
Or were you kneeling at Jesus’ feet, mourning for your sin?

I wonder, what were you doing, when they whipped and beat my Lord,
When they led Him to the cross, where in death His soul was poured?
When the blood that He was shedding pooled down around your feet,
I wonder, weren’t you curious when He didn’t bow in defeat?

I wonder, what were you doing, when they laid Christ in the tomb?
Were you grieved that His life was over, that it ended all too soon?
Were you overwhelmed and anguished, when they rolled the stone in place,
Or was there a bright spark of hope, a stirring of simple faith?

I wonder, what were you doing, on the day my Saviour rose?
Were you trusting Him or doubting Him? I guess God only knows.
As you recalled God’s promises, and saw His tomb opening,
Was your soul moved in awe when out came the King of Kings?

I know what I was doing, I was jeering with the crowd,
I was standing with the Pharisees, self-righteous and proud.
Then I heard the Gospel, how it was for my sins that Jesus died,
Then stricken and convicted, I turned to the Crucified.

I wonder, what was your response, when you heard Christ died for you?
Did you reject the good news, and close blinded eyes to this view?
Or did you worship Him, when you beheld His pierced hands and side?
I wonder, what were you doing, on the day my Saviour died?

August 28th, 2000
Jerry Bouey

Reach Out For The Saviour

Reach Out For The Saviour

Reach out for the Saviour,
Oh call upon His name.
Jesus died on Calvary,
Was buried, and rose again.
Jesus paid the price, with His sacrifice -
Crucified upon that tree.
He shed His blood, a crimson flood,
When He died for you and me.

Reach out for the Saviour,
Oh call upon His name.
Jesus died for your sins -
Believe and be born again.

Reach out for the Saviour,
He's waiting there for you.
Knocking at your heart's door,
He wants to make you new.
He can cleanse your heart, change every part,
His blood washes stains away.
Just turn from your sin - let Him dwell within.
Come to the Saviour today.

Reach out for the Saviour,
He offers peace within.
Why settle for emptiness?
Fulfillment's found in Him!
Everlasting life, rejoicing in strife -
Are you thirsting for something more?
He can restore your soul, cleanse and make you whole.
See what Heaven has in store.

Reach out for the Saviour.

June 20th, 2002
Jerry Bouey

O taste and see that the LORD is good:
blessed is the man that trusteth in Him.

Psalm 34:8

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Set Me Free

Set Me Free

The darkness of sin enclosed me fast,
This prison I’m in had my soul downcast.
Who can break through and help me to see,
Shatter the darkness and set me free?

Looking above, I prayed for light,
A Friend to shine through the dark of night,
A Saviour to come and rescue me,
Release all my chains and set me free.

I opened the Gospels and began to read;
Asking for wisdom, I had to plead.
I saw there Jesus, who died for me;
He paid sin’s price to set me free.

He had to die on the cross that day,
So His shed blood could wash my sins away.
Suddenly, at last, my eyes could see;
Here was The Truth that could set me free.

Jesus had died, salvation was done;
He rose again, God’s precious Son.
I turned from the sin which imprisoned me,
And as I received Jesus, He set me free.

Now He’s my Saviour and my King;
He loves me so much, my soul has to sing.
In the chains of sin, He showed me the key;
I trusted in Jesus, and He set me free.

Now I’ve a mission from God above:
Go to all the world and tell of His love;
Tell of the Gospel, help others to see,
Tell of the Saviour who can set them free.

February 3rd, 2003
Jerry Bouey

Giving thanks unto the Father,
which hath made us meet to be partakers
of the inheritance of the saints in light:
Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness,
and hath translated us into the kingdom of His dear Son.

Colossians 1:12-13

Then said Jesus to those Jews which believed on Him,
If ye continue in My word, then are ye My disciples indeed;
And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.

John 8:31-32

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Just Three Sharp Nails

Just Three Sharp Nails

Three nails held tightly in a soldier's hand,
Just three sharp nails, according to God's plan.
The bystanders watched as the scene was played;
Just these three nails, and the price was paid.

Three nails glinted dully in the morning sun,
Just three sharp nails, and the deed was done.
The blood from His wounds dripped down to the ground;
Just these three nails, and the Son of God was bound.

Three nails held tight the eyes of all nearby,
Just three sharp nails, and a loud, piercing cry,
"It is finished," Jesus shouted, then He died;
Just these three nails, and the Messiah, crucified.

Three nails were pounded into a cross of wood,
Just three sharp nails, and the Saviour who would
Bear all mankind's sins, as He hung in agony;
Just these three nails are the sinner's perfect plea.

March 9th, 2002
Jerry Bouey

And being found in fashion as a man,
he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death,
even the death of the cross.

Philippians 2:8

Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith;
who for the joy that was set before him
endured the cross, despising the shame,
and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Hebrews 12:2

Be Thou Clean

Poem for Monday

This week my theme will be soulwinning and salvation (ie. Gospel poems and hymns).

Mark 1:40-42 And there came a leper to him, beseeching him, and kneeling down to him, and saying unto him, If thou wilt, thou canst make me clean. And Jesus, moved with compassion, put forth his hand, and touched him, and saith unto him, I will; be thou clean. And as soon as he had spoken, immediately the leprosy departed from him, and he was cleansed.

Be Thou Clean

My sins were as scarlet; they were a burden to me.
My eyes were so blinded that I could not see.
Then I heard of Christ dying on Calvary,
And my soul stirred to life deep inside of me.

I wondered if Jesus would have compassion on me.
I asked Him if He was willing, and He said, "Be thou clean."
"Oh sinner, come unto Me. I am willing; be thou clean."
I asked Him if He was willing, and He said, "Be thou clean."

My sins, oh how many, pierced my soul like a dart!
Foul leprosy within seemed to stain every part.
I wondered if it was possible to make a new start,
And then God's gracious love came and filled my heart.

I was like a black sheep that had wandered astray.
I had rebelled against God and gone my own way.
Then I, in repentance, fell on my knees to pray,
And Christ's precious blood washed my sins all away.

If you are weighed down by your sin's constant blame,
Overwhelmed and grieved by the burden of shame,
Take a look at the Saviour; there's a reason He came,
He died for your sins - hear Him calling your name.

February 4th, 2000
Jerry Bouey

Stand By Me

Hymn for Sunday

Here is a song I haven't heard for a while! I think I am going to suggest it to our song leader at our next service. It is a fitting end to a week with the theme of Valleys.

Stand By Me
(Charles A. Tindley)

When the storms of life are raging,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When the storms of life are raging,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When the world is tossing me
Like a ship upon the sea
Thou Who rulest wind and water,
Stand by me (stand by me).

In the midst of tribulation,
Stand by me (stand by me);
In the midst of tribulation,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When the hosts of hell assail,
And my strength begins to fail,
Thou Who never lost a battle,
Stand by me (stand by me).

In the midst of faults and failures,
Stand by me (stand by me);
In the midst of faults and failures,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When I do the best I can,
And my friends misunderstand,
Thou Who knowest all about me,
Stand by me (stand by me).

In the midst of persecution,
Stand by me (stand by me);
In the midst of persecution,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When my foes in battle array
Undertake to stop my way,
Thou Who saved Paul and Silas,
Stand by me (stand by me).

When I’m growing old and feeble,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When I’m growing old and feeble,
Stand by me (stand by me);
When my life becomes a burden,
And I’m nearing chilly Jordan,
O Thou “Lily of the Valley,”
Stand by me (stand by me).

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Hope On

I had this saved in an old email, though I am uncertain of the source or author - if anyone know, please pass it on to me, and I will update this page. Thank you.

Hope On

"Hope on, hope on, O troubled heart,
If doubts and fears o'ertake thee,
Remember this - the Lord hath said,
He never will forsake thee;
Then murmur not, still bear thy lot,
Nor yield to care or sorrow;
Be sure the clouds that frown today
Will break in smiles tomorrow.

"Hope on, hope on, through dark and deep
The shadows gather o'er thee;
Be not dismayed; thy Saviour holds
The lamp of life before thee;
And if He will that thou to-day
Shouldst tread the vale of sorrow;
Be not afraid, but trust and wait;
The sun, will shine tomorrow.

"Hope on, hope on, go bravely forth
Through trial and temptation,
Directed by the worth of truth,
So full of consolation;
There is a calm for every storm,
A joy for every sorrow,
A night from which the soul shall wake
To hail an endless morrow."

Friday, September 01, 2006

Surely Goodness And Mercy

Surely Goodness And Mercy
(John W. Peterson)

A pilgrim was I and a-wand'ring,
In the cold night of sin I did roam,
When Jesus the kind Shepherd found me,
And now I am on my way home.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days, all the days of my life;
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days, all the days of my life.

He restoreth my soul when I'm weary,
He giveth me strength day by day;
He leads me beside the still waters,
He guards me each step of the way.

When I walk thro' the dark lonesome valley,
My Savior will walk with me there;
And safely His great hand will lead me
To the mansions He's gone to prepare.

Extended Chorus:
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever,
And I shall feast at the table spread for me;
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days, all the days of my life.

Added after last Chorus only:
All the days, all the days of my life.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Follow On

Hymn for Thursday

Follow On
(Words: William O. Cushing; Music: Robert Lowry)

Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,
Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow;
Everywhere He leads me I would follow, follow on,
Walking in His footsteps till the crown be won.

Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!
Anywhere, everywhere, I would follow on!
Follow! follow! I would follow Jesus!
Everywhere He leads me I would follow on!

Down in the valley with my Savior I would go,
Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow;
With His hand to lead me I will never, never fear,
Danger cannot fright me if my Lord is near.

Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep,
Close beside my Savior would my soul ever keep;
He will lead me safely in the path that He has trod,
Up to where they gather on the hills of God.

God Leads Us Along

God Leads Us Along
(George A. Young)

In shady, green pastures, so rich and so sweet,
God leads His dear children along;
Where the water’s cool flow bathes the weary one’s feet,
God leads His dear children along.

Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song,
In the night season and all the day long.

Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright,
God leads His dear children along;
Sometimes in the valley, in darkest of night,
God leads His dear children along.

Though sorrows befall us and evils oppose,
God leads His dear children along;
Through grace we can conquer, defeat all our foes,
God leads His dear children along.

Away from the mire, and away from the clay,
God leads His dear children along;
Away up in glory, eternity’s day,
God leads His dear children along.

Isaiah 43:1-2 But now thus saith the LORD that created thee, O Jacob, and he that formed thee, O Israel, Fear not: for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine. When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.

Psalms 23:4 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.

Deuteronomy 31:6 Be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them: for the LORD thy God, he it is that doth go with thee; he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.

Fear not... I will be with thee.
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me.
Lo, I am with you alway.
For the LORD thy God, he it is that doth go with thee.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

It's In The Valleys I Grow

It's In The Valleys I Grow

Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe
It's then I have to remember
That it's in the valleys I grow.

If I always stayed on the mountain top
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God's love
And would be living in vain.

I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountain tops,
But it's in the valleys I grow.

I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.

My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan's loss.

Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I'm feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it's in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.

Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The mountain tops are glorious
But it's in the valleys I grow!

By Jane Eggleston

Monday, August 28, 2006

The Lily Of The Valley

Lord willing, this week I would like to post poems and songs about the Valleys we go through in our Christian walk. Valleys are those times of trial and heartache, those tough or sorrowful times, those times where we seem to be surrounded by gloom and there seems to be no hope - until we look up to the Lord our God and remember the promises in His Word. In Song of Solomon 2:1, Jesus made this much loved statement: "I Am the Rose of Sharon, and the Lily of the Valleys." He is the Lily in all our valleys, He is always there beside us, and He has promised to bring us out of the valleys again in His perfect timing.

The Lily Of The Valley
(Words: Charles W. Fry; Music: William S. Hays)

I have found a friend in Jesus, He’s everything to me,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow He’s my comfort, in trouble He’s my stay;
He tells me every care on Him to roll.

He’s the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

He all my grief has taken, and all my sorrows borne;
In temptation He’s my strong and mighty tower;
I have all for Him forsaken, and all my idols torn
From my heart and now He keeps me by His power.
Though all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore,
Through Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.

He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,
While I live by faith and do His blessed will;
A wall of fire about me, I’ve nothing now to fear,
From His manna He my hungry soul shall fill.
Then sweeping up to glory to see His blessed face,
Where the rivers of delight shall ever roll.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

The Bible

Poem for Sunday

The Bible

The Bible reveals the mind of God,
the state of man,
the way of salvation,
the doom of sinners,
and the happiness of believers.

Its doctrines are holy,
Its precepts are binding,
its histories are true,
and its decisions are immutable.

Read it to be wise,
believe it to be safe,
and practice it to be holy.
It contains light to direct you,
food to support you,
and comfort to cheer you.

It is the traveler's map,
the pilgrim's staff,
the pilot's compass,
the soldier's sword,
and the Christian's charter.
Here, too, Paradise is restored,
Heaven is opened,
and the gates of Hell disclosed.

The Lord Jesus Christ is its grand subject,
our good its design,
and the glory of God its end.

Let it fill the memory,
rule the heart,
and guide the feet.
Read it slowly,
It is a mine of wealth,
a paradise of glory,
and a river of pleasure.

It is given you in life,
will be opened at the judgement,
and be remembered forever.
It involves the highest responsibility,
will reward the greatest labor,
and will condemn all who trifle with its sacred contents.

Owned, it is riches;
studied, it is wisdom;
trusted, it is salvation;
lived, it is character;
and obeyed, it is power.

Priscilla Howe

From Genesis To Revelation

From Genesis To Revelation

From Genesis to Revelation
Lies hid one vast rich treasury,
And the wealth of its Godly wisdom
Is revealed in Jesus Christ, its key.

There is milk for spiritual children,
For the mature, there is bread and meat;
And all who will taste of its promises
Will find pure honey - wonderfully sweet.

For the soldier, there is armour,
For the farmer, seed to sow,
For the pilgrim, there's a compass,
And a map, showing where to go.

But the richest of all its treasures,
Lies in finding the Pearl of Great Price;
For the joy of life's truest blessings
Are found in the Lord Jesus Christ.

January 20th, 2002
Jerry Bouey

...and the leaves of the tree
were for the healing of the nations.

Revelation 22:2

And as the leaves of the Tree of Life
are for the healing of the nations,
so likewise are the leaves of the Bible
(The Word of Life)
for the healing of our souls.

Friday, August 25, 2006

The Anvil Of God's Word

The Anvil Of God's Word

Last eve I passed beside a blacksmith's door
And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime;
When looking in, I saw upon the floor,
Old hammers worn with beating years of time.

"How many anvils have you had," said I,
"To wear and batter these hammers so?"
"Just one," said he; then with a twinkling eye,
"The anvil wears the hammers out, you know."

And so, I thought, the anvil of God's Word,
For ages, skeptics blows have beat upon;
Yet, though the noise of falling blows was heard,
The anvil is unharmed - the hammers gone.

John Clifford

I have also read two additional lines to this poem, but am not sure of the original source:

Hammer away, ye rebel bands!
Your hammers break, God's anvil stands!

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Show Me Christ

Poem for Thursday

Show Me Christ

Open up your Word to me, Lord
Help me to understand
Show me what you're teaching me, Lord
And guide me by your hand.

Show me the treasures in your Word
Reveal them to my heart
Open up my eyes to see, Lord
Show me where to start.

Teach me by your living Word
Examples of how to live
Teach me how to die to myself
And then reach out and give.

Show me Christ in all the pages
Show me the wisdom of the ages
Show me the end of all that's to be
Show me the future laid up for me.

Help me always to see you, Lord
In each and every book
In all sixty-six - I know you're there
Please show me how to look.

Teach me, oh Lord, your will each day
Tell me how to live your perfect way
Lord, I want to be pleasing to you
Show me how to be faithful and true
Show me how to be just like you.

May 23rd, 1995
Jerry Bouey

And beginning at Moses and all the prophets,
He expounded unto them in all the scriptures
the things concerning Himself.

Luke 24:27

Search the scriptures;
for in them ye think ye have eternal life:
and they are they which testify of Me.
Jesus in John 5:39

Open Thou mine eyes,
that I may behold wondrous things out of Thy law.

David's prayer in Psalm 119:18

How Firm A Foundation

How Firm A Foundation
(George Keith)

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
To you, who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

In every condition, in sickness, in health;
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.

Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by My gracious, omnipotent hand.

When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy trials to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flames shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.

Even down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.

The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.

The Bible Stands

Somehow I had missed a day completely... Hymn for Tuesday

We first sang this song in our church at our Bible conference about 1 1/2 years ago, and it has since become one of our favourites. It certainly has an excellent message! This is one where our hymnal has every stanza, so that is a blessing to me.

The Bible Stands
(Words and Music: Haldor Lillenas)

The Bible stands like a rock undaunted
’Mid the raging storms of time;
Its pages burn with the truth eternal,
And they glow with a light sublime.

The Bible stands though the hills may tumble,
It will firmly stand when the earth shall crumble;
I will plant my feet on its firm foundation,
For the Bible stands.

The Bible stands like a mountain towering
Far above the works of men;
Its truth by none ever was refuted,
And destroy it they never can.

The Bible stands and it will forever,
When the world has passed away;
By inspiration it has been given,
All its precepts I will obey.

The Bible stands every test we give it,
For its Author is divine;
By grace alone I expect to live it,
And to prove and to make it mine.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Life's Instruction Manual

This week I want to focus on poems or songs on the Word of God. The first one is one of my favourites. In it. I attempt to present the Bible as the cure for all our problems in life - from a different perspective. Perhaps you will appreciate it.

Life's Instruction Manual

This machine was broken and empty,
All my parts were in such a mess.
Nothing seemed to be working quite right -
How to repair it was anyone's guess.

So I peered within for instructions,
Some sort of clue to this bitter strife,
But what was inside was no help at all;
I found no real answers to this life.

All of my components were worthless:
My blackened heart was void of Love.
No solution presented itself…
Except one soul Manual from above.

So I opened the Bible with caution,
And to my surprise, there was a guarantee:
"Just call on the Creator for assistance,
And He can remake your model for free."

It was Good News to know that the Author
Had my very own frame in mind.
When I went to Him for restoration,
His touch was so tender and kind.

Jesus Christ reached down with compassion,
And lifted my soul out of the mire,
He replaced my old heart with a new one,
And then He kindled the fire…

The fire of devotion and purpose -
Now it burned hot in my breast.
And instead of sharp pain and sorrow,
I found that the Lord gave sweet rest.

Now my machine works even better,
I'm shining so much brighter each day,
As I read the Creator's instructions,
And I let Him have His perfect way.

So if you are troubled and anguished,
And your machine is burdened with sin,
Ask Jesus the Saviour to save you,
And let Him do His repair work from within.

April 9th, 2002
Jerry Bouey


Lent By The Lord

Poem for Sunday

I met a family last spring. They were one of the customers at the Hotel where I work at. They had an adopted son who was handicapped - he had to come to Kelowna for some treatment. I learned that the parents, and even this son, were believers. I shared some poetry with them, and talked a little with them about some things regarding their son's situation. Last October, when I came back from my Mom's memorial, I found out that this family was staying at the hotel again, so I looked them up. It turns out that their son had passed away during the summer. There were some complications with his death (it was believed that he was given the wrong medication by the hospital staff) - so the father was struggling with anger, not only over the loss but the possibility that it should never have happened humanly speaking). I did my best to remind them from the Bible that God was still in control, and sought to comfort them by sharing the comfort the Lord had given me over the loss of my Mom. Then that night I wrote this poem, as an attempt to remind them to focus on where their son now is - and how he is, what he will be like the next time they see him. In Heaven, all his problems are gone, all his disabilities are removed forever.

Lent By The Lord

Lent by the Lord - for such a little time -
This heritage to treasure, this beloved child of mine.

You brought us love, you touched our hearts,
You gave us joy in so many parts;
In so many reasons, and in so many ways,
We miss you now and will always.

You left us so suddenly - but the Lord was in control,
Though your departure from us leaves us with an empty hole:
In our hearts and our lives, in our home - in every space,
But by faith we know that you are now in a better place.

Though we are grieving and our hearts are wounded and bare,
There is coming a day when we will meet you in the air;
A time of reunion that nothing on earth could sever -
When you will be with us, and with Jesus, forever.

As we imagine that day and think of you with tears,
And we face the future with its unknown fears,
We will rejoice in the fact that you are now made whole -
Running and laughing in Heaven, rejoicing in your soul.

We look forward to that day - when no sorrow will remain -
Oh Lord, come again, and heal our hearts of this pain!
And remind us of Heaven, where we will see our loved one there -
Walking and talking with Jesus with no more worries or care.

Oh Lord, haste the day!

October 7th/05
Jerry Bouey

Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord:
and the fruit of the womb is His reward.

Psalm 127:3

Sunday, August 20, 2006

He Gathers His Lilies

Poem for Saturday

This poem was written for a couple who are involved in Rock Of Ages Prison Ministry. They sometimes visit our church on their way through to the prison in Kamloops, BC. The last time they had come through, they were grieving over the loss of their son, who had gone home to be with the Lord the year before. This poem was written to comfort them based on several passages out of Song of Solomon.

Various places in Scripture, believers are compared to lilies. In Song of Solomon 2:1-2, Jesus is THE Lily of the Valleys, and believers are like (or as) the Lily in this world. In this song - inspired by the Holy Spirit and penned by King Solomon, we are referred to as lilies, and the King feeds (ie. fellowships) among the lilies. And then one day He gathers His lilies and takes them home where He may enjoy them forever. This poem is a reminder of the value God places upon His saints (His born again children, those who have placed their complete faith and trust in the Lord Jesus Christ alone to save them), and how precious in the sight of the Lord is their death - when He gathers them gently and carries them home to dwell forevermore in His presence.

Yesterday, I was reading several chapters in this poetic book, and came across the verses again (that I have listed below). I was reminded where my Mom was again - and though it made me somewhat sad that she was gone, it was also a strength to remember how important she is to my Lord and to think upon where she is.

He Gathers His Lilies

The Lily of the Valleys, oh the savour of His name,
The blessed Rose of Sharon, age to age still the same.

Like the Lily of the Valleys, so are His children here,
Precious to the heart of God, beloved and so dear.

Jesus feeds among His lilies - the fellowship is sweet,
In the garden of their hearts, where they so often meet.

Scattered throughout this darkened field, their colours are so bright,
Bearing the savour of Christ, they sing songs in the night.

Jesus gathers His lilies, and with joy He takes them home,
This precious harvest of souls arrayed around His throne.

Oh the glory of these lilies, clothed in robes of purest white,
Growing in their Saviour's presence, flourishing in His light.

October 7th, 2004
Jerry Bouey

The field is the world.
Matthew 13:38
I Am the Rose of Sharon, and the Lily of the Valleys.
Like the Lily among thorns, so is My love among the daughters.

Song of Solomon 2:1-2
My Beloved is mine, and I am His: He feedeth among the lilies.
Song of Solomon 2:16
My Beloved is gone down into His garden, to the beds of spices,
to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Song of Solomon 6:2

"To gather lilies, wherewith he is pleased to entertain and adorn himself. He picks the lilies one by one, and gathers them to himself; and there will be a general harvest of them at the great day, when he will send forth his angels, to gather all his lilies, that he may be for ever glorified and admired in them." - Matthew Henry.

Friday, August 18, 2006

Mother's Day In Heaven

Because of my commitment to Christ, my Mom and I had been estranged for years. She was somewhat religious, but did not know Jesus Christ as her personal Saviour, until about two or three years before she died. As a result, there were many Mother's Days that went by without regular contact (or anything special done) - but last year, now that we were reconciled and she had become a believer, I wanted to do something really special for her. She had moved back up to Canada, so I was able to purchase an expensive flower arrangement for her and have it delivered to her - I had never done anything like that before, but it meant a whole lot to my Mom. A couple of months later, I was able to see my Mom for a couple of days and spend my Mom's and stepdad's 21st wedding anniversary with them (and my sister and her children - Lori had come up to help our Mom with her progressively failing health) - the last time I had seen My Mom was for a couple of weeks in 2000, and the time prior to that was about 10 years before that because of her moving down to the States, and then later because of our estrangement.

Due to her bad health (cancer - which had since been healed, but then failed kidneys and liver due to all the treatments, etc.), she had gone gone into a short coma and was hospitalized for about a month (she had spent about half of the year prior to this in the hospital too), but she was released the week that I came down, and for the three or four days I got to see her she was doing okay. But the day after I came back home, she went back in the hospital. That visit on her anniversary was the last time I was able to see her on earth.

In light of my Dad's death at the end of March, when Mother's Day came around this year, I was thinking a lot about where my Mom was, and though I desired so much to do something special for her again, I knew I could not. This poem was a result of the mixed emotions and thoughts at that time: gladness because she was in Heaven with her Saviour, pain free; and sadness because I would not see her until I got home to Heaven somewhere further down the road.

Mother's Day In Heaven
(Dedicated to my Mom -
I miss you, and look forward to seeing you again!)

It’s your first Mother’s Day in Heaven –
I'm so thankful that you're not alone;
As you behold the face of our Saviour,
And are blessed to worship at His throne.

Mom, I would love to send you flowers,
Though their fading glory could not compare
To the beautiful sights and sounds of Heaven,
And your very own mansion over there.

I never thought so much about Heaven,
As I have since you’ve gone home to that place –
Oh Mom, I miss you so very much,
And I long to see your precious face.

You see, this earthly home now seems more empty –
Its glitter and glamour can no more impress;
For Heaven is the place of God’s truest riches –
Where our Father only keeps the best!

Since you turned and trusted in the Saviour,
An amazing change has taken place;
Dwelling in the presence of Jesus now,
In Heaven - only because of His grace.

It’s your first Mother’s Day in Heaven –
With everlasting joy and peace up there.
Oh Mom, I miss you so much now,
But I know our reunion will be beyond compare.

May 8th/06
Jerry Bouey

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Through This Valley

Poem for Thursday

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.

Psalm 23:4

Through This Valley
(Dedicated to my Mom, with love)

There's a shadow looming over me, and the pain is often near;
There's a storm cloud on the horizon, and the thunder causes fear;
But in the midst of this uncertainty, MY LORD IS ALWAYS HERE!

Through this Valley, with these tears, walking onward I go,
Not running in a hurry, nor lagging behind too slow;
For there's a peace within my heart - MY LORD IS HERE - I KNOW!

The journey can't be much longer - oh, this body aches and moans;
Though just around another corner, ahead is my eternal home;
And I know within THIS Valley, I AM NOT WALKING ALONE!

There's a hand that I am holding,
though the path is rough and steep;
There's a promise that I can cling to,
that I know my Lord will keep -

Oh, what is that on the horizon? A glimpse of golden streets...
My heart's so filled with wonder - as face to face we meet -
Now with joy I can see Jesus - and I worship at His feet;
and my journey is complete.

September 19th/05
Jerry Bouey

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

Psalm 23:6

Written about 2 days before my Mom went home to be with the Lord - this was written just before I left for work (for my graveyard shift) on the 19th of September, and my Mom passed away early in the morning on the 22nd.

Rising In The Arms Of Love

This is the poem I wrote early last year to my Mom. This was when I first realized her health had declined so much because of her cancer and the complications arising from that. You can read a little more info on this poem (and the one for tomorrow - Through This Valley) here: Our Mom's Victory Through Faith. This was the eulogy of sorts I preached/read at my Mom's memorial to lost relatives (an attempt to reach my family with a clear presentation of the Gospel - I also had an opportunity to share written copies of this at my Dad's funeral this spring) and those who knew her (including the hospital staff that attended to her).

"She is sinking very fast," whispered an attendant in the dying chamber of a godly woman. "No, no," was the quick response of the departing saint, who had overheard the words; "no; I am not sinking; I am in the arms of my Saviour."

Taken from Our Daily Homily by F.B. Meyer

Rising In The Arms Of Love
(Dedicated to my Mom)

Oh, my friend, she is sinking so very fast!
No, she is only rising in the arms of Love!
But I thought that she would remain at last...
No, she is destined for greater things above!

But why would God completely take away her peace?
No, her Saviour has given her a more lasting kind!
Real joy isn't when all toil and troubles cease -
For when Jesus draws close, peace fills this heart of mine!

The fear, the unknown, it must be dreadful...
No, His blessed presence is so very near!
But, why did this tragedy have to happen at all?
Because He knew what I needed, and He is always here!

Why would He cause this affliction, why this trial?
He has a purpose, His ways are so much greater than mine!
I know these troubles are only for a little while,
And then I will dwell forever with Him in mansions sublime!

No, I am not sinking - I am rising -
Held gently by His arms of Love,
Sheltered safely under His wings,
Till I reach my Heavenly home above!

Rising, rising, in those arms of Love!

February 26th, 2005
Jerry Bouey

I love you, Mom!

The eternal God is thy refuge,
and underneath are the everlasting arms.

Deuteronomy 33:27

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Since Yesterday

Perhaps this week could be set aside to post poems about Heaven or our pilgrimage there. This poem is one that had an impact on me last year, and was a tremendous source of comfort. A friend, who was influential in my starting to preach at the Gospel Mission over 2 1/2 years ago, went home to be with the Lord at the beginning of 2005 - then later, my Mom also went home to be with the Lord. This poem is a testimony of where they are now:

Since Yesterday

Along the golden streets
A stranger walks tonight
With wonder in his heart --
Faith blossomed into sight.

He walks and stops and stares,
And walks and stares again
At vistas of loveliness
Beyond the dreams of men.

He who was feeble, weak,
And shackled to a bed
Now climbs eternal hills
With light and easy tread.

He has escaped at last
The cruel clutch of pain;
His lips shall never taste
Her bitter cup again.

Oh never call him dead,
This bouyant one and free,
Whose daily portion is
Delight and ecstacy!

He bows in speechless joy
Before the feet of Him
Whom, seeing not, he loved
While yet his sight was dim.

Along the golden streets
No stranger walks today,
But one who, long homesick,
Is home at last, to stay!

~Martha Snell Nicholson~

Please also read this poem by the same author: Eternity

2 Corinthians 5:6-8 Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord: (For we walk by faith, not by sight:) We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Not Home Yet

This is one of my favourite poems, written by an online friend of mine, Jan McIntosh. Lord willing, I want to post more of her poetry here in the future. She used to have a website up with all her poems, but for some reason that is no longer available online, so I only have the few I saved (and some from an e-book she sent me). She has given me permission to use her poems. This poem, and another one of hers, is also available in my second poetry book, The Seasons Of Your Pilgrimage.

If you are blessed by this (and other poems of hers), feel free to leave a comment here (I do not have a current email address for her), and perhaps if she someday visits this blog, she would be encouraged by the comments left by my visitors. Thanks Jan, for sharing your wonderful God-given talent with us. Your poems have been a blessing.

Not Home Yet

The road is hard, the road is long
But, by God's grace, life goes on;
And though my face like flint is set,
I must remember... I'm not home yet.

And when life's storms toss me about,
When I'm overwhelmed with fear and doubt,
He's there to remind me, lest I forget,
I'm a stranger here... I'm not home yet.

I take great comfort when I hear Him say
In His most sweet and gentle way,
"Child, don't worry and don't you fret,
Remember this .. you're not home yet!"

©2001 Jan McIntosh
(Used With Permission)

"Do not, dear reader, look so much upon painful circumstances and difficult situations as unpleasant trials of faith which have to be endured, but rather thankfully regard them as golden occasions for you to prove afresh the sufficiency of Him who never fails those who fully trust Him." - Arthur Pink.

Under Thy Wings

Poem for Sunday

Under Thy Wings

I find sweet comfort under Thy wings
No matter what difficulty or trial
As long as my eyes are focused on Thee
On the pages of my blessed King James Bible

A fountain of life for the thirsty soul
With refreshment along life's walk
Providing direction through valleys and hills
Giving warning when the enemy knocks

How I thank Thee, oh Shepherd of my soul
For protecting me from the enemy's snares
Under Thy wings I do safely abide
As I find peaceful rest in Thy care

Kate Plourde
July 20, 2006

Saturday, August 12, 2006

My Elijah Friends

This poem on friendship is dedicated to those Christians who desire to be faithful to their Lord in this apostate society.

My Elijah Friends

God bless all my Elijah friends,
And give them comfort, Lord, tonight -
Those faithful few who will not compromise,
Who cling to You with all their might.

God bless those precious servants, Lord,
Who are so dear to Your own heart.
They walk alone in this world at times
When friend and foes alike do part.

Taking refuge there on Higher Ground,
In that cave, sheltered from the storm;
Listening to Your still small voice
That will soothe all fear and alarm.

Hidden in the cleft of the Rock -
Outside the tempest is fierce this hour.
Give them peace within their souls;
Keep them close and safe by Your power.

Under the shadow of Your wings,
Precious Jesus, there's no other place -
Held so close beside Your heart,
Where all else dims in light of Your face.

God bless all my Elijah friends,
There's not too many left, Lord, I know.
Grant them bright rainbows in their darkest nights;
Light the darkness in this world below.

January 10th, 2005
Jerry Bouey

"God's promises are rainbows in the night."

"The prospects are as bright as the promises of God." - Adoniram Judson

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Higher Ground

Poem for Friday

Higher Ground
(Words: Johnson Oatman, Jr. Music: Charles H. Gabriel)

I’m pressing on the upward way,
New heights I’m gaining every day;
Still praying as I’m onward bound,
“Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”

Lord, lift me up and let me stand,
By faith, on Heaven’s table land,
A higher plane than I have found;
Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.

My heart has no desire to stay
Where doubts arise and fears dismay;
Though some may dwell where those abound,
My prayer, my aim, is higher ground.

I want to live above the world,
Though Satan’s darts at me are hurled;
For faith has caught the joyful sound,
The song of saints on higher ground.

I want to scale the utmost height
And catch a gleam of glory bright;
But still I’ll pray till Heav’n I’ve found,
“Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.”

True Christian Friends

This is dedicated to all my e-mail friends. Thanks for your friendship and God bless you.

True Christian Friends

True Christian friends are a blessing that are sent out by the Lord.
They come straight from Heaven (I'm sure that's where they're stored!)
They can touch your life with joy and make all the difference in the world.
They offer comfort and compassion when the storms of life are hurled.

True Christian friends are a blessing that are sent from God above.
They fill your life with wonder and crown it all with love.
They are there with the answers when you haven't got a clue,
And offer guidance and steadfastness when you don't know what to do.

True Christian friends are like poems, composed by the Son of God.
He made each one different, some may seem slightly odd,
But Christ is molding every one of them in His own special way.
Thank our Heavenly Father for each one He sends your way.

August 29th, 2000
Jerry Bouey

Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.
Proverbs 27:17

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Lessons In The Valley

Lessons In The Valley

"I have been through the valley of weeping,
The valley of sorrow and pain;
But the 'God of all comfort' was with me,
At hand to uphold and sustain.

"As the earth needs the clouds and sunshine,
Our souls need both sorrow and joy;
So He places us oft in the furnace,
The dross from the gold to destroy.

"When He leads thro' some valley of trouble
His omnipotent hand we trace;
For the trials and sorrows He sends us,
Are part of His lessons in grace.

"Oft we shrink from the purging and pruning,
Forgetting the Husbandman knows
That the deeper the cutting and paring,
The richer the cluster that grows.

"Well He knows that affliction is needed;
He has a wise purpose in view,
And in the dark valley He whispers,
'Hereafter thou'lt know what I do.'

"As we travel thro' life's shadow'd valley,
Fresh springs of His love ever rise;
And we learn that our sorrows and losses,
Are blessings just sent in disguise.

"So we'll follow wherever He leadeth,
Let the path be dreary or bright;
For we've proved that our God can give comfort;
Our God can give songs in the night."

(Taken from Streams In The Desert devotional) - unsure of actual title, but this is the title someone gave to it online.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

I wanted to add one more hymn by this same writer, before moving on to other authors:

When I Survey The Wondrous Cross
(Words: Isaac Watts; Music: Lowell Mason)

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Joy To The World (Psalm 98)

If you love the hymns of Isaac Watts, you may also appreciate the Psalms that he put in Metre so they could be sung. There is one you probably already know by heart - and that is Psalm 98, which has been retitled Joy To The World.

Joy To The World
Psalm 98 - Part Two

The Messiah's coming and kingdom.

1 Joy to the world; the Lord is come;
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.

2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns;
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy.

3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.

4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.

If you love poetry or solid Scripture-based songs, you will truly appreciate Watt's Psalms Of David In Metre. At the previous link, you will also find the Psalms Of David In Metre for the Church of Scotland Hymnary. If you love reading the story behind the hymns and hymnswriters, be sure to read the following articles: Introduction, and Make It Better.

Last but not least, if you have the SwordSearcher Bible program, you can download these Psalms in two book modules for that program - makes for easy reading and bookmarking (as well as copy/pasting, if desired):

The Psalms Of David In Metre by Isaac Watts
The Psalms Of David In Metre for the Church Of Scotland Hymnary

At The Cross

Hymn For Sunday

This is another of my favourite songs. There are two versions of it: Alas, And Did My Savior Bleed, and At The Cross - the second one having an added chorus, though the words of the stanzas are still the same. In the hymnals I have seen, there are only the 1st, 3rd, 4th, and 6th stanzas.

At The Cross
(Words: Isaac Watts; Music: Hugh Wilson)

Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!

Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine—
And bathed in its own blood—
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His Soul in anguish stood.

Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature’s sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
’Tis all that I can do.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

John 3:16

John 3:16

For God (the greatest Giver)
so loved (the greatest motive)
the world (the greatest need),
that He gave (the greatest act)
His only begotten Son (the greatest gift),
that whosoever (the greatest invitation)
believeth (the greatest decision)
in Him (the greatest Person)
*believeth in Him (the greatest opportunity)
should not perish (the greatest deliverance),
but (the greatest difference)
have (the greatest certainty)
everlasting life (the greatest possession).

~ Adapted from several sources ~
*Alternative point given.

John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

For the message I preached with this outline,

John 3:16 - The Gospel In A Nutshell

Thursday, August 03, 2006

The Wise And Foolish Builders

Poem for Friday

About three or so years ago, I was given permission by a man to put his book of parables in poetry online. I put several up, but there didn't seem to be that much interest, and this project got lost in the shuffle. Perhaps posting some of them here might be the impetus I need to get the rest online. Let me know what you think of these. Click on the author's name below for more of Jesus' parables retold in poetry (and his Preface to his booklet, entitled Parables Of Jesus In Verse). I will add more to what is available online shortly.

Parable One: The Wise And Foolish Builders
(Matthew 7:24-27; Luke 6:46-49)

How wonderful it would have been to live in Jesus' time,
To sit at Jesus' feet and hear His words of truth sublime!
For no one taught as Jesus taught when He was here on earth,
Yet now we still may heed His words and recognize their worth.

"Whoever hears my words," He said, "and lives by them as well,
Is like a man who built a house in which he planned to dwell,
Because he was a prudent man, he built on solid rock,
So that whatever storm might come, it could withstand the shock.
His foresight proved well justified, for when the storm did come,
The raging wind and rain and flood could not destroy that home.
The solid base on which it stood enabled it to stand
Against the fiercest elements, just as its builder planned.
But he who hears the Word of Truth, and does not pay good heed,
Is like a man who built on sand, and foolish was indeed;
The house he built with such a base so recklessly and rash,
When wind and rain and flood struck hard, fell with a mighty crash."

Dear reader, do not build your life without a solid base,
But look to Jesus as you build, and seek His sovereign grace.
The parables within this book reveal His will for you,
Each one a precious building stone, for all His words are true.

Copyright 1995, Frederick Milton.
(Used With Permission)

The Straying Lamb

This is one of those hard-hitting poems that sticks with you - all about how the Lord chastises His children, in a similar manner to a shepherd chastising one of his straying sheep.

The Straying Lamb

The Shepherd loved His little lamb,
And gave it His tender care...
And followed it with His loving eyes
As it wandered here and there.

And as He sat by His grazing flock
Who so meekly His voice obeyed,
He pondered sadly His little lamb
As again and again it strayed.

The little lamb had a loving heart,
And adored His Shepherd, true,
But would turn aside and seek his own way
As lambs will so often do.

With His gentle voice the Shepherd called,
To His loved and straying lamb,
"Come back, little one, for you are not safe
Unless you are where I am."

But still the lamb would soon forget
And unthinkingly wander away,
And not really noticing what he did,
From the Shepherd's side would stray.

Until one day, the Shepherd kind
Took His rod in His gentle hand,
And what He then did seemed so cruel
That the lamb could not understand.

For with one sharp and well-aimed blow
Down the rod so swiftly came
That it broke the leg of the little lamb
And left it crippled, and lame.

Then the little lamb, with a cry of pain,
Fell down upon his knees...
And looked up at his Shepherd, as though to say,
"Won't you explain this, please?"

Then he saw the love in the Shepherd's eyes
As the tears ran down His face,
As He tenderly set the broken bone,
And bound it back in it's place.

Now he was utterly helpless,
He could not even stand!
He must trust himself completely
To his Shepherd's loving hand.

Then day by day, 'till the lamb was healed
From the flock he was kept apart...
And carried about in the Shepherd's arms,
And cradled near to His heart.

And the Shepherd would whisper gentle words
Into his now listening ear...
Thus he heard sweet words of love
That the other sheep could not hear.

He felt the warmth of the Shepherd's arms
And the beat of His faithful heart...
Until it came a blessing to seem,
By his weakness to be set apart.

Every need of the little lamb
By his Shepherd so fully was met
That through his brokenness he learned
What he never again would forget.

And as the broken bone was healed,
And once more became whole and strong...
Wherever the Shepherd's path would lead,
The lamb would follow along.

Thus at the Shepherd's side he walked
So closely, day by day,
For once a lamb has a broken leg
It will never again go astray.

For the cords of love had bound it so
In its hour of weakness and need...
That it had no desire to wander away,
When once again it was freed.

Could it be you are broken today,
And you cannot understand
The painful blow of the Shepherd's rod
Nor believe it came from His hand?

He only seeks, by this painful thing,
For a time to call you apart...
To cradle you close in His loving arms,
And draw you near to His heart.

So look up into your Shepherd's eyes,
And earnestly seek His face...
And prove in the hour of your weakness and need
The sufficiency of His grace.

For as you are borne in His loving arms,
And carried there, day by day...
He will bind you so close with the cords of His love
That never again will you stray!

Author Unknown.

Psalms 23:4 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.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

The Will Of God

Poem For Wednesday


The will of God will never take you,

Where the grace of God cannot keep you.

Where the arms of God cannot support you, Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs, Where the power of God cannot endow you.

The will of God will never take you,

Where the Spirit of God cannot work through you, Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you, Where the army of God cannot protect you, Where the hands of God cannot mold you.

The will of God will never take you,

Where the love of God cannot enfold you, Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you, Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears, Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you.

The will of God will never take you,

Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears, Where the Word of God cannot feed you, Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you, Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you.

-- Author Unknown

Just As I Am

Just As I Am
(Charlotte Elliot)

Just as I am, without one plea
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd’st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, -
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Just as I am! Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down –
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Just as I am, of that free love
The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,
Here for a season, then above,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Monday, July 31, 2006

I Love To Tell The Story

I Love To Tell The Story
(Words: A. Katherine Hankey; Music: William G. Fischer)

I love to tell the story of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story, because I know ’tis true;
It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do.

I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story; more wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story, it did so much for me;
And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.

I love to tell the story; ’tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it, more wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story, for some have never heard
The message of salvation from God’s own holy Word.

I love to tell the story, for those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song,
’Twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

I Know Whom I Have Believed

I Know Whom I Have Believed
(Words: Daniel W. Whittle; Music: James McGranahan)

I know not why God’s wondrous grace
To me He hath made known,
Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love
Redeemed me for His own.

But I know Whom I have believed,
And am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I’ve committed
Unto Him against that day.

I know not how this saving faith
To me He did impart,
Nor how believing in His Word
Wrought peace within my heart.

I know not how the Spirit moves,
Convincing men of sin,
Revealing Jesus through the Word,
Creating faith in Him.

I know not what of good or ill
May be reserved for me,
Of weary ways or golden days,
Before His face I see.

I know not when my Lord may come,
At night or noonday fair,
Nor if I walk the vale with Him,
Or meet Him in the air.

2 Timothy 1:12 For the which cause I also suffer these things: nevertheless I am not ashamed: for I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day.

My Savior First Of All

Hymn For Saturday

My Savior First Of All
(Words: Fanny Crosby; Music: John R. Sweney)

When my life work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide,
When the bright and glorious morning I shall see;
I shall know my Redeemer when I reach the other side,
And His smile will be the first to welcome me.

I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
And redeemed by His side I shall stand,
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
By the print of the nails in His hand.

Oh, the soul thrilling rapture when I view His blessed face,
And the luster of His kindly beaming eye;
How my full heart will praise Him for the mercy, love and grace,
That prepare for me a mansion in the sky.

Oh, the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come,
And our parting at the river I recall;
To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home;
But I long to meet my Savior first of all.

Through the gates to the city in a robe of spotless white,
He will lead me where no tears will ever fall;
In the glad song of ages I shall mingle with delight;
But I long to meet my Savior first of all.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

The Love Of God

Hymn For Thursday

From Cyberhymnal:

[Frederick Lehman] wrote this song in 1917 in Pasadena, California, and it was published in Songs That Are Different, Volume 2, 1919. The lyrics are based on the Jewish poem Haddamut, written in Aramaic in 1050 by Meir Ben Isaac Nehorai, a cantor in Worms, Germany; they have been translated into at least 18 languages.

"One day, during short intervals of inattention to our work, we picked up a scrap of paper and, seated upon an empty lemon box pushed against the wall, with a stub pencil, added the (first) two stanzas and chorus of the song… Since the lines (3rd stanza from the Jewish po­em) had been found penciled on the wall of a patient’s room in an insane asylum after he had been carried to his grave, the general opinion was that this inmate had written the epic in moments of sanity."

The Love Of God
(Words and Music: Frederick M. Lehman)

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.

O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.

When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

And Can It Be That I Should Gain

Charles Wesley was another prolific hymnwriter, and to me, this one has got to be his best song. It seems there are several versions out there. Our previous church hymnal had stanzas 1, 3, and 4 - and I was sadly disappointed when we purchased new hymnals with stanza 6 (rather than the third one, which was my favourite), with shortened verses (the last two lines were removed from each stanza and the chorus sung twice instead).

And Can It Be That I Should Gain
(Lyrics: Charles Wesley; Music: Thomas Campbell)

1) And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Saviour’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

2) ’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.

3) He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace;
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race;
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

4) Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray,
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

5) Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

6) No condemnation now I dread;
I am my Lord's, and He is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine;
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

The Cleansing Wave

The Cleansing Wave
(Lyrics: Phoebe W. Palmer; Music: Phoebe P. Knapp)

Oh, now I see the cleansing wave!
The fountain deep and wide;
Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save,
Points to His wounded side.

The cleansing stream, I see! I see!
I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me!
Oh, praise the Lord! It cleanseth me!
It cleanseth me — yes, cleanseth me.

I rise to walk in Heav’n’s own light,
Above the world and sin,
With heart made pure and garments white,
And Christ enthroned within.

I see the new creation rise;
I hear the speaking blood.
It speaks! Polluted nature dies!
Sinks ’neath the cleansing flood.

Amazing grace! ’tis Heav’n below
To feel the blood applied,
And Jesus, only Jesus know,
My Jesus crucified.

Zechariah 13:1 In that day there shall be a fountain opened to the house of David and to the inhabitants of Jerusalem for sin and for uncleanness.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Waiting For A Change

This poem was originally passed on to me by a friend going through a tough time. As time went on and her situation never seemed to be resolved, I decided to dedicate a page to her. As I was trying to determine what poem to send out for today, I read this to my sister, and it really fit a trial in her life. She was encouraged and exhorted me to use this for today.

Waiting For A Change

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait!"

"Wait?, you say, wait!" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is Your hand shortened? Or have You not heard?
By FAITH I have asked, and am claiming Your Word."

"My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and You tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes,' a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign."

"And Lord, You promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, as we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting... for what?"

He seemed then to kneel and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want -- but, you wouldn't know ME."

"You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see."

"You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save ... (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart."

The flow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST."

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for thee.'
Yes, your dreams for your loved ones overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss! if I lost what I'm doing in you!"

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
And though oft may My answers seem terribly late,
My wisest of answers is still but to WAIT."

~Author Unknown~

And we know that the Son of God is come,
and hath given us an understanding,
that we may know Him that is true,
and we are in Him that is true,
even in His Son Jesus Christ.
This is the true God, and eternal life.

1 John 5:20

The Path of Life

Poem For Sunday

The Path of Life

Lord, is my life a stumblingblock,
To babes in Christ around me?
Is it consistent with Your Word,
Or filled with hypocrisy?

Have I caused Your little ones,
To falter from the straight way?
My heart breaks at the very thought,
Dear God, of leading one astray!

Lord, search my reins and try my heart.
If there be any wicked way,
Pluck it out by its evil roots;
Let none of its vileness hold sway!

As David cried, so I plead of You,
"Create in me a clean heart!"
Renew a right spirit within me;
only You Lord, give a new start,

That I may arise and proclaim,
Teaching sinners of Your redemption,
That they may be converted unto You,
Praising You in acclamation.

Keep my heart tender, oh Lord,
To hear that still small voice
That convicts the humble heart of sin,
And makes righteousness its choice.

Order my footsteps in Your Word;
Let me not falter in times of strife.
Let this my daily prayer be,
To walk in the paths of life.

December 26th, 2003
Angela B Trenholm

Angela's testimony regarding this poem:

The concerns and responsibilities of being a Mom can be so overwhelming. How often do I feel that the task is too big and I am so frail. How often do I cry out to my Lord to help me to be the Mother He wants me to be, so I can raise up the precious children He has given me in a way that is pleasing to Him.

I wrote this poem when I was feeling very much a failure as a mother, but I knew I had to get my eyes back on the only one who could help me raise up our precious daughters in a way that would bring honour and glory to the Lord.

If I did not have His precious promises in His Holy Word and the comfort of His Holy Spirit living in me to lean on, the task would soon become unbearable. How thankful I am for a loving, merciful Saviour, who takes great pleasure in comforting and uplifting those who trust in Him.

Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. Proverbs 3:5-6

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalms 16:11

This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. Lamentations 3:21-23