Sunday, March 10, 2013
~Grace
O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O Light that foll'west all my way,
I yield my flick'ring torch to Thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine's glow its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me thro' pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow thro' the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to hide from Thee;
I lay in dust life's glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red,
Life that shall endless be.
~George Matheson
Sunday, July 8, 2012
~Praise Be To God
Praise be to the God and Father of
our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father
of compassion and the God of all comfort,
who comforts us in all our troubles, so that
we can comfort those in any trouble with the
comfort we ourselves have received from God.
2 Corinthians 1:4
our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father
of compassion and the God of all comfort,
who comforts us in all our troubles, so that
we can comfort those in any trouble with the
comfort we ourselves have received from God.
2 Corinthians 1:4
Friday, May 18, 2012
Grace ~ Power
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither
angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future,
nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything
else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the
love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
~ Romans 8:38-39
angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future,
nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything
else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the
love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
~ Romans 8:38-39
Friday, May 11, 2012
Grace - Being Free
By night when others soundly slept
and hath at once both ease and rest,
My walking eyes were open kept
and so to lie I found it best.
I sought him whom my Soul did Love,
with tears I sought him earnestly.
He bow'd his ear down from above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.
My hungry Soul he fill'd with Good;
He in his Bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
and banisht thence my Doubts and fears.
What to my Saviour shall I give
Who freely hath done this for me?
I'll serve him here whilst I shall live
and Love him to Eternity.
~Anne Bradstreet
and hath at once both ease and rest,
My walking eyes were open kept
and so to lie I found it best.
I sought him whom my Soul did Love,
with tears I sought him earnestly.
He bow'd his ear down from above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.
My hungry Soul he fill'd with Good;
He in his Bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
and banisht thence my Doubts and fears.
What to my Saviour shall I give
Who freely hath done this for me?
I'll serve him here whilst I shall live
and Love him to Eternity.
~Anne Bradstreet
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
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