Songs In The Night

Christmas Once Again It’s Christmas once again, Yes, it’s that time of year, To reflect now and then, And wish that you were here. To talk about the story, About a baby born one night. A King without His glory, Who left His throne of might. The babe grew into a child, And the child became a man. The King dwelt among His people, But they would not understand. God left His Heavenly splendour, The Son came from above. He became a simple servant, To show that He was love. Then one day He died, Crucified upon that tree. Even now I wonder why, Why did He die for you and me? Christmas without Easter Is only half the story; Jesus, the Son of God, Arose again in glory. He didn’t come that night, Just to give us a holiday; He came to give us life, And showed He was the Way. Immanuel, our God is with us, As the prophets had foretold. He redeemed us with His precious blood, Not with silver or with gold. The wise men later brought their gifts, Knelt and worshipped at His feet. Like a wise man, will...

"Afraid? Of What?" Afraid? Of what? To feel the spirit's glad release? To pass from pain to perfect peace, The strife and strain of life to cease? Afraid? Of that? Afraid? Of what? Afraid to see the Saviour's face, To hear His welcome, and to trace, The glory gleam from wounds of grace, Afraid? Of that? Afraid? Of what? A flash - a crash - a pierced heart; Brief darkness - Light - O Heaven's art! A wound of His a counterpart! Afraid? Of that? Afraid? Of what? To enter into Heaven's rest, And yet to serve the Master blessed? From service good to service best? Afraid? Of that? Afraid? Of what? To do by death what life could not - Baptize with blood a stony plot, Till souls shall blossom from the spot? Afraid? Of that? This poem was written by E.H. Hamilton, after hearing of the death of his missionary colleague Jack Vinson. Vinson was martyred in 1931 and showed no fear of death to his Chinese captors, telling them, "Kill me, if you wish. I will go straight...

Christ Died For Us – We Die For Christ By Francis H. Rose (A Christian martyr in the Philippines in 1943) All human progress up to God Has stained the stairs of time with blood; For every gain for Christendom, Is bought by someone’s martyrdom, Not ours alone, nor man’s alone. In furnace fire, a faithful three, Though bound in chains, in spirit free; A Fourth drew near with shining feet And walked with them through livid heat. A king’s defeat! A king’s defeat! On seething sea, in darkest night, The shipwrecked saw a Walking Light, Defying wave and wind and deep, He put the wind and wave to sleep. Ah, He will keep! Ah, He will keep! With tend’rest touch He heals our ills, And from His well of life He fills With living water, strength divine, Each thirsting branch of this His vine; For He is mine, and He is mine! For us He poured the crimson cup, And bade us take and drink it up. Himself He poured to set us free, Help us, O Christ, though few we be, To drink with Thee; To drink life’s cup...

The Rich Man (Luke 16) I’ve gone home – but not to Heaven, There’s no comfort in this place. I am tormented in this flame And worms are my covering of disgrace. I’ve gone home – but not to Heaven, I find there’s no escape to be had. There’s a great gulf I cannot pass, And this thirst near drives me mad. I’ve gone home – but not to Heaven, Alone, in endless darkness, I look around. But the weeping and gnashing of my own teeth Are the only cursed sounds. I’ve gone home – but not to Heaven, Excluded forever from God’s face. I rejected Jesus Christ, the only Saviour, And here there’s no more offer of His grace. I’ve gone home – but not to Heaven, Where am I? Oh, please do tell… I am the rich man who knew Lazarus And I am tormented in this eternal Hell. In my heedless life, I took my ease. Oh, how I mocked and ridiculed. Now I languish forever in this prison, And realize how much I played the fool. All the Scriptures come back to haunt me; Oh, every word of the Prophets was true. If only so...

I Heard The Voice Of Jesus Say I heard the voice of Jesus say, “Come unto Me and rest; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down thy head upon My breast.” I came to Jesus as I was, weary and worn and sad; I found in Him a resting place, and He has made me glad. I heard the voice of Jesus say, “Behold, I freely give The living water; thirsty one, stoop down, and drink, and live.” I came to Jesus, and I drank of that life giving stream; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, and now I live in Him. I heard the voice of Jesus say, “I am this dark world’s Light; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, and all thy day be bright.” I looked to Jesus, and I found in Him my Star, my Sun; And in that light of life I’ll walk, till traveling days are done. by: Ho­ra­ti­us Bo­nar (1846)

One By One He Took Them From Me One by one He took them from me, All the things I valued most. Until I was empty-handed; Every glittering toy was lost. Then I walked earth's highway grieving, In my rags and poverty; 'Til I heard His voice inviting: Lift your empty hands to me. So I held my hands toward Heaven, And He filled them with a store Of His own transcendent riches, 'Til they could contain no more. Then at last I comprehended With my stupid mind and dull, That God could not pour out His riches Into hands already full. ~By William Cowper~ (I am unsure of the actual title of this poem.)

The Answers Why I asked the Lord one day why there were so many mountains in my life, So much grief and heartache, so much trouble and strife? I read His Word very carefully, looking for the answers why, And deep within my soul, I heard His Spirit reply. I am working all things out for your good; Removing the debris that shouldn't be there. There is so much damage that sin has done, There is so much I need to repair. There are works that I am doing - if you could only understand - I am fulfilling all My promises according to My Plan. The mountains are for reminding you of My goodness and My love, The weakness is to cause you to lean upon My arms above. Rest upon My provision, and trust that I will guide you along Life's way, And rejoice in My grace and mercy that will lead you safely Home one day. There's a work I am doing inside your very heart, So one day up in glory, My likeness to you I will impart; So don't fret about the things that you don't understand, Just ...

He Goes Before Dark is the sky! and veiled the unknown morrow! Dark is life's way, for night is not yet o'er; The longed-for glimpse I may not meanwhile borrow; But, this I know and trust, HE GOES BEFORE. Dangers are near! and fears my mind are shaking; Heart seems to dread what life may hold in store; But I am His - He knows the way I'm taking, More blessed even still - HE GOES BEFORE. Doubts cast their weird, unwelcome shadows o'er me, Doubts that life's best - life's choicest things are o'er; What but His Word can strengthen, can restore me, And this blest fact; that still HE GOES BEFORE. HE GOES BEFORE! Be this my consolation! He goes before! On this my heart would dwell! He goes before! This guarantees salvation! HE GOES BEFORE! And therefore all is well. J. Danson Smith (Taken from Streams In The Desert devotional)

My Hiding Place Lord, You are my hiding place through life's stormy gale; You are my fount of grace when my strength begins to fail. Chorus: Lord, You are my hiding place, Standing strong and sure, My refuge in the storms of life, A fortress that will endure. You are my hiding place though enemies surround; You fill my heart with Your peace - peace that always abounds. When my sins come back to haunt me and I need a hiding place, You shelter me under Your wings, and remove all of sin's trace. Lord, You are my hiding place – Whom shall I fear? Why should my soul be cast down When You are always near? You are my hiding place - You took in this lonely waif - In Jesus, I know I am secure, I know I'm forever safe. When the tempests come - their winds and waves crash over me, You are my hiding place - the only place I long to be. December 25th/02 Jerry Bouey Thou art my hiding place; Thou shalt preserve me from trouble; Thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah...

Call Back If you have gone a little way ahead of me, call back­; 'Twill cheer my heart and help my feet along the stony track; And if, perchance, Faith's light is dim, because the oil is low, Your call will guide my lagging course as wearily I go. Call back, and tell me that He went with you into the storm; Call back, and say He kept you when the forest's roots were torn; That when the heavens thundered and the earthquake shook the hill, He bore you up and held you where the very air was still. O friend, call back and tell me, for I cannot see your face; They say it glows with triumph, and your feet bound in the race; But there are mists between us, and my spirit eyes are dim, And I cannot see the glory, though I long for word of Him. But if you'll say He heard you when your prayer was but a cry, And if you'll say He saw you through the night's sin-darkened sky,­ If you have gone a little way ahead, O friend, call back,­ 'Twill cheer my heart and help my fee...

Unfolding The Rose A young, new preacher was walking with an older, more seasoned preacher in the garden one day and feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was inquiring of the older preacher. The older preacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals. The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the will of God for his life and for his ministry. Because of his high respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to try to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact... It wasn't long before he realized how impossible it was to do so. Noticing the younger preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud while keeping it intact, the older preacher began to recite the following poem... It is only a tiny rosebud, A flower of God's design; But I cannot unfold the petals With...

In Jesus In the world, tribulation; but in Jesus - peace; The heart of the whirlwind where its roarings cease, A little home waiting, still and light and warm, A safe sanctuary from the night and storm. In the world, tribulation; but in Jesus - rest; A sure place of refuge for the sore-opprest, A guarded pavilion no device can take, A strong-walled fortress no assault can shake. In the world, tribulation; but in Jesus - joy; A full cup of gladness that can never cloy, A sweet fountain rising out of Marah's tide, A spring of rejoicing that is never dried. In the world, tribulation; but in Jesus - peace; A deep, quiet harbor where the high waves cease, A long-desired haven on a friendly shore, Where the wild winds of oceans sweep the soul no more. In the world, tribulation, trials all around, For on earth no resting and no joys are found; Let us flee to Jesus where all sorrows cease; Here alone is gladness, here alone is peace. ~Annie Johnson Flint~ John 16:33 These things I have spo...

Disappointment - His Appointment "Disappointment - His appointment," Change one letter, then I see That the thwarting of my purpose Is God's better choice for me. His appointment must be a blessing, Though it may come in disguise, For the end from the beginning Open to His wisdom lies. "Disappointment - His appointment," Whose? The Lord, who loves me best, Understands and knows me fully, Who my faith and love would test; For, like a loving earthly parent, He rejoices when He knows That His child accepts, unquestioned, All that from His wisdom flows. "Disappointment - His appointment," "No good thing will He withhold," From denials oft we gather Treasures of His love untold, Well He knows each broken purpose Leads to fuller, deeper trust, And the end of all His dealings Proves our God is wise and just. "Disappointment - His appointment," Lord, I take it, then, as such. Like the clay in hands of potter, Yielding wholly to Thy touch. A...

My Bible And I We've traveled together through life's rugged way, O'er land and over water, by night and by day: To travel without it I never would try, We keep close together, my Bible and I. In sorrow I've proved it my comfort and joy, When weak my strong tower which nought can destroy; When death comes so near me 'tis thought I would die, We still are together, my Bible and I. If powers of evil against me would come, And threaten to rob me of heaven and home, God's Word then directs me to Him in the sky; And nothing can part us, my Bible and I. When evil temptations are brought to my view, And I in my weakness know not what to do, On Christ as my strength I am taught to rely; And so we keep company, my Bible and I. When life's path is ended; if Jesus should come And take all His blood-purchased children home; Or if, in long suffering, He waits till I die, We'll never be parted, my Bible and I. And when in the glory my Lord I behold, With all His redee...

The year this poem was written was the first year I conquered the depression in my life (and have not been overwhelmed with it since). I remember meditating upon Psalm 23 and thinking it was a wonderful testimony of David's trust in the Lord his God. I wanted that same testimony to be mine (not just to be able to claim the promises contained herein, but also to have others look at my walk with the Lord Jesus Christ, and say that this is my testimony too). This poem came out of those musings. The Valley Of Faith (Based on Psalm 23) The Lord is my Shepherd. He’s proven faithful throughout the years. Though I walk through death’s dark valley, His grace calmly soothes all my fears. As I closely follow His leading, He provides for my every need. Oh, the waters are so peaceful, And the pastures are rich indeed! When I get weary and heavy laden, When the labour of love takes its toll, I go to the Shepherd for refreshing, And He gently restores my soul. As I lean upon the Shepherd, He guid...

The Hidden Glory If we knew of our dependence on the God who gave us life; If we knew of His compassion as He sees us in the strife; If we only saw the glory that is shining over there; We would read His Word more faithfully and study it with care. If our minds were not so crowded with the cares and things of time; If our thoughts could soar to Heaven and explore that blissful clime; If our eyes could see the vision of that land so far away; We would read His Word more carefully and sense it as we pray. If we'd contemplate the future looking thence for sure rewards; If we'd tune our ears to listen to those sweet and heavenly chords; We'd go pressing towards the mark of that glorious aftermath With His Word a lamp unto our feet, a light unto our path. ~Author Unknown~

The Lord Our Righteousness I once was a stranger to grace and to God, I knew not my danger, and felt not my load; Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree, JEHOVAH TSIDKENU was nothing to me. I oft read with pleasure, to soothe or engage, Isaiah's wild measure and John's simple page; But e'en when they pictured the blood-sprinkled tree, JEHOVAH TSIDKENU seemed nothing to me. Like tears from the daughters of Zion that roll, I wept when the waters went over His soul; Yet thought not that my sins had nailed to the tree, JEHOVAH TSIDKENU -- 'twas nothing to me. When free grace awoke me, by light from on high, Then legal fears shook me, I trembled to die; No refuge, no safety in self could I see -- JEHOVAH TSIDKENU my Saviour must be. My terrors all vanished before the sweet name; My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came To drink at the fountain, life-giving and free -- JEHOVAH TSIDKENU is all things to me. JEHOVAH TSIDKENU! my treasure and boast, JEHOVAH ...

The Prodigal's Return The Far Country could never satisfy, Oh what a foolish soul I have been. I've come to myself, and I wonder now, Will my Heavenly Father take me in? Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned - I have wandered astray for many days; Now broken inside, I'm coming home again - I'm so tired of my wayward ways. My thoughts run faster than my feet can go - What kind of reception awaits me there? No, I won't falter, I have to know, "Will He receive me?" my only prayer. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. No more wandering about in a daze - Cleanse my heart, make me whole again, Restore the joys of yesterdays. What is that on the horizon? Is that my Father waiting there? A thousand thoughts hedge my ways... But with arms opened wide, He receives me to Himself; My heart's so filled with love and praise. Like the Prodigal, I've come home again, So tired of my wayward ways - Now a peace within and a song of joy; My heart's so filled wit...

I Met The Master I had walked life's way with an easy tread, Had followed where comforts and pleasure led, Until one day in a quiet place I met the MASTER face to face. With station and rank and wealth for my goal, Much thought for my body, but none for my soul, I had entered to win in life's mad race, When I met the MASTER face to face. I had built my castles and reared them high, With their towers had pierced the blue of the sky, I had sworn to rule with an iron mace, When I met the MASTER face to face. I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see That His eyes, full of sorrow, were fixed on me; And I faltered and fell at His feet that day, While my castles melted and vanished away. Melted and vanished and in their place Naught else did I see but the MASTER's face. And I cried aloud, "Oh, make me meet To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet." My thought is now for the souls of men, I have lost my life to find it again, E'er since one day in a quiet place I met ...

This I Know I do not know what next may come Across my pilgrim way; I do not know tomorrow's road, Nor see beyond today. But this I know -- my Saviour knows The path I cannot see; And I can trust His wounded hand To guide and care for me. I do not know what may befall, Of sunshine or of rain; I do not know what may be mine, Of pleasure and of pain; But this I know -- my Saviour knows And whatsoe'er it be, Still I can trust His love to give What will be best for me. I do not know what may await, Or what the morrow brings; But with the glad salute of faith, I hail its opening wings; For this I know -- that my Lord Shall all my needs be met; And I can trust the heart of Him, Who has not failed me yet. -- E. Margaret Clarkson

The following poem was taken from chapter 11 of A Minister's Obstacles . I am not sure if the author of the book is also the author of the poem. The Hand That Held It Was Not Seen He held the lamp that Sabbath day So low that none could miss the way, And yet so high, to bring to sight That picture fair of Christ the Light, That, gazing up, the lamp between The hand that held it was not seen. He held the pitcher, stooping low, To lips of little ones below; Then raised it to the weary saint, And bade him drink when sick and faint. They drank, the pitcher them between, The hand that held it was not seen. He blew the trumpet soft and clear, That trembling sinners need not fear; And then with louder note and bold, To storm the walls of Satan's hold; The trumpet coming thus between, The hand that held it was not seen. And when our Captain says, 'Well done, Thou good and faithful servant; come, Lay down the pitcher and the lamp; Lay down the trumpet, leave the camp,' The weary...

I Will Never Leave You I will never leave you, I promised it in My Word. I, Jehovah God, your Creator, Your Master, your Friend, the Lord. WILL of My own free choice, Not because I must, But because I love you so dearly And desire that in Me you trust. NEVER will I leave you, You can depend solely on Me. Though friends and family forsake you, I'm with you for eternity. LEAVE you? -- No, not ever. I will stay right by your side. You will always be in My presence, With Me you will forever abide. YOU -- Yes you, dear believer, My most precious valued one. Because you turned away from sin And believed in My Holy Son. Yes, just as He has told us, As He promised in His Word, "I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU", Oh, what a wonderful Lord! © 1991 Jan McIntosh (Used With Permission)

The Battle Is The Lord's Our God is the God of the impossible, Oh stand still, and He shall make a way. Jesus is the Captain of the Lord's Host; Fear not, He shall fight for you this day. He's God of all the hills and valleys, All earth's treasures are under His command. Oh be not fretful nor discouraged, All we need comes from His loving hand. When evil seems to overwhelm you, Fear not sin's entanglements and cords, With steadfast faith, claim the victory, My brethren, the battle is the Lord's. May 26th, 2003 Jerry Bouey 1 Samuel 17:45-47 Then said David to the Philistine, Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to thee in the name of the LORD of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied. This day will the LORD deliver thee into mine hand; and I will smite thee, and take thine head from thee; and I will give the carcases of the host of the Philistines this day unto the fowls of the air, and to the wild...

Near To The Throne Of God In sin so long I had wandered, My spirit, in darkness had trod, But someone stood in the gap for me, Brought me near to the throne of God. The Lord opened my eyes to see, He heard my repentant heart pray. In faith, I came to the rugged cross, To Jesus, the Life and the Way. I owe it all to my Saviour: His servant He placed in my way, He brought me near to the throne of God - And praise Him, He saved me that day! Now I am under commission; In service to my King - I am awed. He charged me with a solemn duty: To bring others to the throne of God. February 3rd, 2004 Jerry Bouey 2 Corinthians 5:17-21  Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new. And all things are of God, who hath reconciled us to himself by Jesus Christ, and hath given to us the ministry of reconciliation; To wit, that God was in Christ, reconciling the world unto himself, not imputing their trespasses unto them; a...

Wait On The Lord My soul, wait only on the Lord, Expecting nothing save from Him. Rest all on His unfailing Word Nor ever let thy faith grow dim. Thine every need shall be supplied, Thy heart's desires be freely given, And no good thing shall be denied The soul in harmony with heaven. All human strength but disappoints, Its wrecks along life's path are strewed; But they who wait as God appoints Shall daily find their strength renewed. On eagles' wings of faith they rise And far above earth's tumult sail, They run, unwearied, toward the prize, They walk, and neither faint nor fail. However, hope!, as seems thy case, Go spread it out before the throne; And in His boundless, matchless grace, Our God will make His power known. Then in His strength go meet thy task, Assured He bears with thee the load. If great thy need, then largely ask; All things are possible with God. - Mrs. W. A. Vroman (Taken from A Practical Primer on Prayer )

(Put to the tune of "The Fight Is On" - as written below the poem - simply sing the original chorus between each stanza.) The Lord Our Banner The Lord Our Banner is the Christian's rally cry! Raise the standard; there's battles to be fought, Jehovah-Nissi is our Saviour from on High, For without the Lord, the fight's all for nought. The battle is hard and the cost seems so very high - The squeamish and faint of heart need not apply - For our fight is not against swords, bows, or spears, But against the Devil and our own fears. Dear brethren, the war's already been fought and won - The battles are the Lord's - we fight not alone. One day soon, we'll be glorified with God's own Son - Be steadfast and faithful 'til He takes us home. The battles are wearisome; and many are the foes, Stand fast, brethren - do not falter nor faint! Jesus, our Saviour, Captain of Jehovah's host, Leads the final charge with thousands of His saints. The Lord Our Ba...

My Hiding Place Hail, sovereign love, which first began; The scheme to rescue fallen man! Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, Which gave my soul a hiding place. Against the GOD that built the sky I fought with hands uplifted high, Despised the mention of His grace, Too proud to seek a hiding place. Enwrapt in thick Egyptian night, And fond of darkness more than light, Madly I ran the sinful race, Secure - without a hiding place! But thus the eternal counsel ran; Almighty love, arrest that man! I felt the arrows of distress, And found I had no hiding place. Indignant justice stood in view; To Sinai's fiery mount I flew; But justice cried with frowning face, This mountain is no hiding place! Ere long a heavenly voice I heard, And mercy's angel soon appeared: He led me with a beaming face, To JESUS as a hiding place. On Him almighty vengeance fell, Which must have sunk a world to hell! He bore it for a sinful race, And thus became their Hiding Place. Should sevenfold storms of t...

"Shine as lights in the world." The Lampstand Shine forth, O light of God indwelling. May the flame burn clear and bright Fed by that pure and endless oil, The Spirit filling me. Let not This flesh, this mortal lamp, obscure The brightly burning flame. O God, Let not the lampstand intervene Or claim the glory for itself. May it be clean, and plain, and yielded To the holding of that precious Oil, flaming, burning brightly That the world may see Christ. - Joan. H. Lyon Hm, it is funny how when you see something worded a little different that you see a Scriptural truth in a whole new light. I always took the references to us being the light of the world as indicating it was our job to shine out among the lost, shining out with the truth of the Word of God. Yet this poem presents it in a way that indicates we are to be the vessel holding the light (and oil) that shines out from us. Now the picture seems a little clearer for me - it is more like a combination of both concepts. Ma...

Genesis 50:20 But as for you, ye thought evil against me; but God meant it unto good, to bring to pass, as it is this day, to save much people alive. "GOD MEANT IT UNTO GOOD" "God meant it unto good"--O blest assurance, Falling like sunshine all across life's way, Touching with Heaven's gold earth's darkest storm clouds, Bringing fresh peace and comfort day by day. 'Twas not by chance the hands of faithless brethren Sold Joseph captive to a foreign land; Nor was it chance which, after years of suffering, Brought him before the monarch's throne to stand. One Eye all-seeing saw the need of thousands, And planned to meet it through that one lone soul; And through the weary days of prison bondage Was working towards the great and glorious goal. As yet the end was hidden from the captive, The iron entered even to his soul; His eye could scan the present path of sorrow, Not yet his gaze might rest upon the whole. Faith failed not through those long, d...

The Ninety And The Nine There were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold, But one was out on the hills away, Far off from the gates of gold -- Away on the mountains wild and bare, Away from the tender Shepherd's care. Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine; Are they not enough for Thee? But the Shepherd made answer, "This of mine Has wandered away from me, And although the road be rough and steep, I go to the desert to find my sheep." But none of the ransomed ever knew How deep were the waters crossed, Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed through Ere He found His sheep that was lost. Out in the desert He heard its cry -- Sick and helpless, and ready to die. Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the way That mark out the mountain's track? They were shed for one who had gone astray Ere the Shepherd could bring him back. Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn? They are pierced tonight by many a thorn. But all through the mountains,...

"Abba, Father!" "Abba, Father!" We approach Thee In our Savior's precious Name; We, Thy children, here assembled, Now Thy promised blessing claim; From our sins His blood hath washed us, 'Tis through Him our souls draw nigh, And Thy Spirit, too, hath taught us, "Abba, Father," thus to cry. Once as prodigals we wandered In our folly far from Thee, But Thy grace, o'er sin abounding, Rescued us from misery; Thou Thy prodigals hast pardoned, Kissed us with a Father's love, Spread the festive board, and called us, E'er to dwell with Thee above. Clothed in garments of salvation, At Thy table is our place, We rejoice, and Thou rejoicest, In the riches of Thy grace; "It is meet," we hear Thee saying, "We should merry and be glad, I have found My once lost children, Now they live who once were dead." "Abba, Father!" all adore Thee, All rejoice in Heav'n above, While in us they learn the wonders Of Thy wisdom, gr...

The Four Calls The Spirit came in CHILDHOOD, And pleaded, "Let me in." But oh! the door was bolted By thoughtlessness and sin, "I am too young," the child replied," I will not yield today. There's time enough tomorrow." The Spirit went away. Again He came and pleaded, In YOUTH'S bright happy hour. He came, but heard no answer, For lured by Satan's power, The youth lay dreaming then, And saying, "Not today; Nor till I've tried earth's pleasures." The Spirit went away. Again He called in mercy, In MANHOOD'S vigorous prime. But still He found no welcome, The merchant had no time, No time for true repentance, No time to think or pray. And so, repulsed and saddened, The Spirit went away. Once more He called and waited, The man was OLD and ill. He scarcely heard the whisper, His heart was cold and still. "Go leave me; when I need Thee I'll call for thee," he cried. Then sinking on his pillow, WITHOUT A HOPE, he die...

A Confederate Soldier's Prayer I asked God for strength, that I might achieve; I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey. I asked for health, that I might do greater things; I was given infirmity, that I might do better things. I asked for riches, that I might be happy; I was given poverty, that I might be wise. I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men; I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God. I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life; I was given life, that I might enjoy all things. I got nothing that I asked for, but everything I hoped for. Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered. I am among all men most richly blessed. Author Unknown (Attributed to a battle weary C.S.A soldier near the end of the war)

No Condemnation "No condemnation!" Can it be This message sweet is meant for me? For me who, but for God's free grace, Would occupy the sinner's place? "No condemnation!" When, and how? The word is clearly written - "Now." Tis wrought through Christ, and Christ alone; Naught but His blood can sin atone. "No condemnation!" Fully free! Though Satan cast his darts at me, Accuse me oft, and try me sore, In Christ I stand condemned no more. "No condemnation!" No more dread That God's fierce wrath will touch my head. His Word is true; His promise, sure; It shall forever more endure. "No condemnation!" Joy untold! My heart cannot its praise withhold From Him who freely bore for me My condemnation, set me free! Georgia Knick Horne Romans 8:1 There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.

One of my best friends is my Pastor's (Claude Madle's) brother in law, Bill Smith. Just before Christmas this past year, he and his family (including six children) were travelling in their truck, and hit an icy patch. They went off the road, and Bill's wife, Reesa, was thrown through the windshield and died. Everything they had with them was destroyed with the truck, though the rest of the family was fine. One of the older girls had injured her ankle, but nothing serious. When they picked up Reesa, they found her Bible - the only remaining object from the truck - underneath her. No doubt it was a legacy to her children, and a reminder that even in the hardest times, the Lord is still in control, and still with them. This poem was passed on to me tonight by my pastor's daughter, Reesa's niece, in the hopes that I would use it and pass it on - perhaps placing it in my next poetry book (Lord willing). It was written by a close friend of Reesa's and put in the funer...

Something tonight reminded me of one poem I wrote for those involved in children's ministries. Rereading the testimony behind this poem was a blessing. I am no longer involved in the Sunday School bus ministry (though I was for four years) - I moved to another part of town and am unable to get to where the bus leaves in the morning, plus changes in work schedules hinder me from becoming involved again - but there are many blessed memories of this ministry. Just A Little Sparrow (Dedicated to all the little children) I’m just a little sparrow – Oh, please don’t forget me, Lord! I’m trusting in Your promises, Still believing in Your Word. I’m just a little sparrow – With these tears, it’s hard to see, But I know my Heavenly Father Is always watching over me. I’m just a little sparrow – So small and scared, I know; But Jesus died for all my sins, He washed me white as snow. I’m just a little sparrow – But one thing I know is true: Jesus loves all the little children, And I know He lov...

Leave It There (Words & Music: Charles A. Tindley) If the world from you withhold of its silver and its gold, And you have to get along with meager fare, Just remember, in His Word, how He feeds the little bird; Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there. Chorus: Leave it there, leave it there, Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there. If you trust and never doubt, He will surely bring you out. Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there. If your body suffers pain and your health you can’t regain, And your soul is almost sinking in despair, Jesus knows the pain you feel, He can save and He can heal; Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there. When your enemies assail and your heart begins to fail, Don’t forget that God in Heaven answers prayer; He will make a way for you and will lead you safely through. Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there. When your youthful days are gone and old age is stealing on, And your body bends beneath the weight of care; H...

If God Himself Be for Me 1. If God Himself be for me, I may a host defy; For when I pray, before me My foes, confounded, fly. If Christ, my Head and Master, Befriend me from above, What foe or what disaster Can drive me from His love? 2. This I believe, yea, rather, Of this I make my boast, That God is my dear Father, The Friend who loves me most, And that, whate'er betide me, My Savior is at hand Through stormy seas to guide me And bring me safe to land. 3. I build on this foundation, That Jesus and His blood Alone are my salvation, The true, eternal good. Without Him all that pleases Is valueless on earth; The gifts I owe to Jesus Alone my love are worth. 4. My Jesus is my Splendor, My Sun, my Light, alone; Were He not my Defender Before God's awe-full throne, I never should find favor And mercy in His sight, But be destroyed forever As darkness by the light. 5. He canceled my offenses, Delivered me from death; He is the Lord who cleanses My soul from sin through faith. In Hi...

Jesus My Redeemer, My King Thou art my Rock and my Fortress Thou art my hiding place Under Thy wing of protection Thy Word I truly embrace Thou givest me song in the nighttime Thou givest me light on the way Directing my every footstep Protecting my night and my day A Shepherd Thou art in my life, Lord Thy rod and staff guide my way Gently prodding, pulling and guiding My heart at Thy Throne I do lay What comfort Thou givest this pilgrim What peace and joy lies within Tis nothing I could do for myself, Lord Only Thy Blood cleanseth me from this sin Dear Jesus, Thou art my Deliverer On Thee will I focus my heart Thou hast given me life eternal My name from Thy Book will not part I will meet Thee, my Lord, my Redeemer When my course on earth has been run And my eyes will be able to see Thee Then in person I'll worship the Son! Oh come join me all ye who love Him Let our voices ne'er cease to sing Cast thy burdens at Jesus' Precious Feet Shout Hosannah to our Heavenly King! Ju...

Forgiven Not far from New York is a cemetery lone. Close guarding its grave stands a simple headstone, And all the inscription is one word alone - “FORGIVEN.” No sculpture’s fine art hath embellished its form, But constantly there, through the calm and the storm, It beareth this word from a poor fallen worm - “FORGIVEN.” It shows not the place of the silent one’s birth, Reveals not his frailties not lies of his worth, But tells out its tale from those few feet of earth - “FORGIVEN.” The death is unmentioned; the name is untold; Beneath lies the body, corrupted and cold; Above rest his spirit, at home in the fold - “FORGIVEN.” And when, from heavens, the LORD shall descend, This stranger shall rise and to God ascend, Well known and befriended, to sing without end - “FORGIVEN.” We Christians are not perfect – just “FORGIVEN.” Author Uncertain I tried doing an online search for this poem and could not find it or its author listed. I am not even sure if the last line is part of the origin...

I've Found The Pearl Of Greatest Price I’ve found the Pearl of greatest price, My heart doth sing for joy; And sing I must, for Christ is mine! Christ shall my song employ. Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King; My Prophet full of light, My great High Priest before the throne, My King of heav’nly might. For He indeed is Lord of lords, And He the King of kings; He is the Sun of Righteousness, With healing in His wings. Christ is my Peace; He died for me, For me He shed His blood; And as my wondrous Sacrifice, Offered Himself to God. Christ Jesus is my All in all, My Comfort and my Love, My Life below, and He shall be My Joy and Crown above. My Christ, He is the Tree of Life Which in God's garden grows; Whose fruits do feed, whose leaves do heal; My Christ is Sharon’s Rose. Christ is my Meat, Christ is my Drink, My Medicine and Health; My Peace, my Strength, my Joy, my Crown, My Glory, and my Wealth. My Saviour is the Heaven of Heavens, And what shall I Him call? My Christ is Fi...

Testing Are you passing through a testing? Is your pillow wet with tears? Do you wonder what the reason, Why it seems God never hears? Why it is you have no answer To your oft-repeated plea, Why the heaven still is leaden As you wait on bended knee? Do you wonder as you suffer, Whether God does understand? And if so, why He ignores you, And fails to hold you in His hand? Do black doubts creep in, assail you, Fears without, and fears within, Till your brave heart almost falters And gives way to deadly sin? All God's testing have a purpose- Some day you will see the light. All He asks is that you trust Him, Walk by faith and not by sight. Do not fear when doubts beset you, Just remember - He is near; He will never, never leave you, He will always, always hear. Faithful is He who has promised, He will never let you fall, Daily will the strength be given; Strength for each and strength for all. He will gladly share pain with you, He will gladly give you peace, Till your tired and weary...

THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day, decided to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray. Just then the back door opened, a man came down the aisle, the minister frowned as he saw the man hadn't shaved in a while. His shirt was kinda shabby and his coat was worn and frayed, the man knelt, he bowed his head, then rose and walked away. In the days that followed, each noon time came this chap, each time he knelt just for a moment, a lunch pail in his lap. Well, the minister's suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear, He decided to stop the man and ask him, "What are you doing here?" The old man said, he worked down the road. Lunch was half an hour. Lunch time was his prayer time, for finding strength and power. "I stay only moments, see, because the factory is so far away; as I kneel here talking to the Lord, this is kinda what I say: I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOU...