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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2010 10:17:33 GMT -6
“ For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal” (II Corinthians 4:17-18). YOUR LIGHT AFFLICTION
This your affliction is working for you, Working for you through the days, Working for you in the watches of night, Working for you always;
Laying up treasure for you in the skies, Weaving a crown for your brow Far more exceeding in glory the weight Of affliction which burdens you now.
O blessed affliction, your joy and your gain, As riches in heaven accrue. Not wasted, not fruitless, your grief and your pain Are living and working for you!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2010 4:18:27 GMT -6
“ Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven” (Matthew 6:1). GOOD WORKS
Should I take pride in any works of mine? I read within Thy Word, If done in my own strength they are to Thee But filthy rags, my Lord!
And if Thy Holy Spirit work through me, Accomplishing the task, Should I take credit then for what He does ? Cleanse me, I humbly ask,
Of pride and self-esteem from praise of men; May I my being yield Till I am but the tool within Thy hand, The pen which Thou dost wield!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2010 5:41:19 GMT -6
BLOOD AND TEARS
Blood and tears, tears and blood, In a mingled tide, a flood. Tears and blood, blood and tears, Like a river down the years.
Tears and blood, by mankind shed Till, drained of both, pale lie the dead! O world, drowned in your bitter bath, Why will you longer tempt God's wrath ?
Still your cannon, sheathe your sword, Flee to Him whose face is toward Repentant sinners! By His grace He has prepared for us a place,
A city of eternal day, Where every tear is wiped away. No tide of blood save that which He Shed once for us on Calvary!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2010 3:10:50 GMT -6
“ But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me” (I Corinthians 15:10). THERE, BUT FOR THEE
He who said, “Let there be light [/b],” Was shut within the darkness of the womb. And He who said, “Let there be life[/b],” Lay still in death within a silent tomb. He who made the burning sun Saw it grow cold and dark on Calvary, And He who brought us peace with God Cried out, “My God, Thou hast forsaken Me![/b]” O suffering Christ, who hung that day On that stark cross between the earth and sky, The shuddering sky which veiled its face — There, but for Thee, my Lord, hung I, hung I![/center]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2010 3:54:33 GMT -6
“ For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth on him should not perish, but have everlasting life” (John 3:16) GOD'S GIFT
This world was poor and sinful, lost; But God was rich, and full of grace, And He looked down on Bethlehem town And said, “Star, shine above this place,
And angels, gird it round with song. Let heaven's gate be left ajar Till heaven's glory lights the earth; Let wise men travel from afar
With gold and frankincense and myrrh, To see what gift I gave this day To man ... The very heart of Me Lies strangely cradled in the hay!
For heaven is a lonely place Without the presence of My Son; His empty ivory palaces Wait His return, My Holy One.
But He, if He be lifted up, Shall draw all men through Him, to Me, And He, when He has drained His cup, Shall bring salvation full and free
To all who call upon His name.” Thanks be to God this Christmas Day, To God, who loved us so He gave His Son to take our sins away!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2010 3:18:36 GMT -6
“ Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift.” OUR GIFTS We talk about giving till it hurts, but have we ever thought that it is what we have NOT given that will hurt us on the other side? I fear there will be many bitter regrets at the judgment seat of Christ, when we find that we have cheated ourselves of the reward that might have been ours, we have cheated the pitiful unsaved heathen of their chance for salvation, and we have cheated the Lord, our dear blessed Lord who gave us such a priceless gift — we have cheated the Lord of some of the jewels which should be His when He comes for His own!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2010 4:30:41 GMT -6
IN A GARDEN
God walks in my garden In the early dawn, But when I rise to greet Him He is always gone,
Though I can trace His footprints In beds of violet, And in a lily's perfume His presence lingers yet.
Hush, my soul, be patient For yet a little space — Some day you will see Him, Will meet Him face to face;
Some day, earth forgotten, You will fare abroad, And in heaven's gardens You will walk with God.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2010 2:18:25 GMT -6
“ But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof” (Matthew 6:33-34). TODAY
Help me to place in Thy hands today The thing that my heart most fears— Tomorrow's anguish and bitter pain, Tomorrow's sorrows and tears;
The long, long years, and the loneliness, The silence, the vacant chair . . . The grief of today is enough, dear Lord, But tomorrow's I cannot bear!
Ease Thou my burden and lighten my load Till only today is left. Soft comes His voice in the hush of my soul, “O broken heart, and bereft,
“My grace is sufficient for thee today, Pillow upon My breast Thy weary head, in My circling arms Today thou shalt find rest.
“Today I can meet thine every need, Today My love can fill The echoing chambers of thine heart. Then rest thee, and be still.”
Be still and trust . . . tomorrow's tears May all be wiped away By God Himself . . . O grieving heart, Thy Lord may come today!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2010 5:06:27 GMT -6
“ But God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave: for he shall receive me. Selah” (Psalms 49:15). BESIDE A NEW-MADE GRAVE
Bereaved and sorrowing heart, why should you weep Because He giveth His beloved sleep?
His weary flesh had need of long sweet rest. Is this so strange? The sun is in the west.
What though he sleeps so sound, and will not rouse? Fear not, graves cannot keep the guests they house
For one brief night. The blessed dawn will break With quickening stir of life, and he will wake.
O ecstasy, to rise, and in a breath To be with God, forever through with death!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2010 2:31:45 GMT -6
“ And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last” (Revelation 22:12-13). ANSWERED
Sickened with slaughter and wearied of war, Torn by bereavement and pain, Daily our eyes are searching the skies For signs of His coming again.
Longing, we pray at dawning of day, “Lord, wilt Thou come before noon?” Imploring Him yet in the fading sunset, “O blessed Lord Jesus, come soon!”
Precious the word the ear of faith heard, “Lo, I come quickly, My Bride; This longing of thine is not deeper than Mine To have thee at last by My side!”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2010 2:24:44 GMT -6
“ Your old men shall dream dreams and your young men shall see visions” (Joel 2:28). THE DREAMER
Dreams are the seeing of visions, The hearing of golden chimes. Only a dreamer conquers, Only a dreamer dimes.
A dream has the lift of a lever, A dream has the power to drive. They who have known no dreaming Have never been alive.
Dare to dream through the lightning, Though thunderbolts be hurled, That God will snatch up His children Out of a rocking world . . .
Dare to dream of earth's rulers Bowing before the Lord, Dare to dream of a plowshare Beaten out of a sword.
Dare to fight for your dreaming, And dare to dream anew, Knowing the God of dreamers Will make your dreams come true!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2010 3:43:40 GMT -6
“ Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment” (John 12:3). MARY MAGDALENE
Only for me His nail-pierced feet; I washed them once with tears, I pressed my lips to those weary feet, Forgetting my shame-filled years.
Now I bow at the foot of the cross, Low, as is only meet, And I bathe again with my bitter tears His feet, His pierced feet!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2010 2:57:20 GMT -6
“ As many as received him to them gave he power to become the sons of God” (John 1:12). I WOULD NOT BE AN ANGEL
I would not be an angel. Though they behold His face Angels are God's servants And I His child, by grace.
The great archangel Michael Would gladly trade with me, Would leave his harp, forgotten, Beside the crystal sea
And walk earth's dusty highways In rags and penury, With pain for his companion, If he could only be
For one ecstatic moment What I shall be always, The child of God my Father, To whom be endless praise.
Yes, angels are His servants, But listen to God's Word, “Thou art, though once a sinner, Joint-heir with Christ the Lord!”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2010 3:32:04 GMT -6
“ For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust” (Psalms 103:14). DUST
What is the substance of this dust I stir with careless broom? Essence of ages drifted here Into my quiet room!
Mute dust from hearts which ceased to beat Long centuries ago; The ancient sands from Eden's bowers Across my threshold blow.
The Tower of Babel's powdered stones, Old temples crumbled down, The dust of trees whose roots reached deep To ruins of a town.
Perhaps the circling winds have brought Rare freight from comets, or From Cleopatra's tomb, and spread Her robes upon my floor.
So dust to dust, the cycle ran, Since earth and time were young. There comes a promise to my heart, A word unto my tongue —
Though one day dust shall cover me And dust my flesh attain, My soul peals its triumphant cry, “My dust shall rise again!”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2010 4:04:21 GMT -6
“ Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints” (Psalms 116:15). NOT TAPS BUT REVEILLE
(To Dr. Florence N. Gribble, pioneer missionary to Africa)
No tears for her who passed today At last to ecstasy. Hark! O'er her grave the bugles play Not taps, but reveille!
She has not laid her down to sleep, For her the night is past, For her the sunrise paints the sky And morning breaks at last.
Now heart to heart with Him she loves, Their songs of praise are blent, They look upon the face of Him For whom their lives were spent.
For them no night, but morning's light Through all eternity; No dirge for them, but psalms of joy. No taps, but reveille!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2010 4:15:55 GMT -6
“ And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass” (Revelation 21:21). IN HEAVEN
Sometimes, together, we will walk A golden street Of paradise, but oftener Our straying feet
Will roam in meadows deep with bloom, And trace the way, Through fields of asphodel, that He Has walked that day.
We'll find white lilies blossomed where His feet have trod, And sometimes, seeking, we will meet And talk with God!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2010 4:10:25 GMT -6
“ According to my earnest expectation and my hope, that in nothing I shall be ashamed, but that with all boldness, as always, so now also Christ shall be magnified in my body, whether it be by life, or by death. For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain” (Philippians 1:20-21). TO ME TO LIVE IS CHRIST
To me to live is Christ, Yea, Christ the Living Word, The bleeding Sacrifice, The blessed, risen Lord.
To me to live is Christ. Breathe Thou to me the breath Of life, for without Thee My portion would be death.
To me to live is Christ. Take Thou my hands and feet, Fill me until I find Thine every service sweet.
To me to live is Christ. Lord, all my days are Thine; I would not keep one hour, Nor call one moment mine.
To me to live is Christ. Forgotten grief and pain! To me to live is Christ, To me to die were gain!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2010 2:30:14 GMT -6
“ For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and death” (Romans 8:2). ONLY IN THEE
When terror's dark wing brushes me, And only shapes of fear I see There is no other help for me Only in Thee, Lord, only in Thee.
When I am fouled with sin's black stain What can wash me white again? There is no cleansing flood for me Only in Thee, Lord, only in Thee.
My feeble strength could never bear This pain and weariness and care But there is rest and peace for me — Only in Thee, Lord, only in Thee.
Earthly pleasures fade and dim Beside the loveliness of Him. There is no lasting joy for me Only in Thee, Lord, only in Thee.
Where could my restless soul abide Save in His riven, bleeding side? There is no other home for me, Only in Thee, Lord, only in Thee.
This is my prayer, and this my plea: Open my eyes that I may see There is no other life for me Only in Thee, Lord, only in Thee!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2010 3:31:28 GMT -6
“ For therefore we both labour and suffer reproach, because we trust in the living God, who is the Saviour of all men, specially of those that believe” (I Timothy 4:10). TRUST
I trust Him for my daily bread The keeping of my precious dead, The wiping out of all my sin, My going out, my coming in.
I trust Him for the grace to bear This pain and weariness and care, I trust Him with this laboring breath, And with my ancient fear of death.
Within the anguish of my mind His purpose and His love I find, Nor will He fail to give me strength Which meets the need of each day's length.
In the day and in the night, In the darkness and the light, I trust the guidance of His hand Through ways I cannot understand,
Until at last, earth's shadows gone, I shall awake, some glorious dawn, And in the brightness of His face Begin to understand His grace!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2010 4:35:59 GMT -6
“ And one said to the man clothed in linen, which was upon the waters of the river, How long shall it be to the end of these wonders?” (Daniel 12:6). HOW LONG, LORD JESUS, HOW LONG?
How long, Lord Jesus, how long? We are so weary of failure and sin, Temptation without and weakness within, Weary of sorrow, bereavement and pain. Hourly we pray for Thy coming again. How long, Lord Jesus, how long?
How long, Lord Jesus, how long? The battle is raging, and we are hard pressed. The long day is ending, the sun in the west. We fought for Thy cause in the heat of the day, But now in the lengthening shadows we pray, “How long, Lord Jesus, how long?”
God's clock ticking on as His scroll is unrolled! Earth's sands running out as her story is told! Multiplied signs that a blind man may see. O blessed assurance, we know it will be Not long, Lord Jesus, not long!
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