_He Paints The Autumn Leaves_
by Margaret Cagle The feel of autumn's in the air. We'll now don our long sleeves. We'll ride up through New England To view the pretty autumn leaves. They call their land "God's country." There are beautiful sights to view. White houses dot the hill sides. We see majestic church steeples too. The pretty foliage brightens up This lovely New England scene. Bright red, yellow, and orange leaves Replace all the summer green. We behold all the majestic beauty Of our great, holy Artist's hand. Only God can paint this picture And spread His mural o'er the land. more articles
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They Say that I'm Nothing, but I'm SomethingThey Say that I'm Nothing, but I'm Something
They say I’m poor, They say I’m nothing. They say I’m poor and they say I’m nothing because I’ve got nothing to offer to any living soul. I’ve got no money, no food, no child, no wife nor husband and no home to go home to that is because I’ve got no money. But I say I’m blessed I’m blessed because God told me so. He loves me the same way he loves every life on earth. I’m blessed because I’m still alive. I breathe the same air that rich men breathe, I walk on the same ground that rich men walk . . . therefore I am no different. I am rich with life I am rich with love I’m rich with hope that one day they will see the beauty that God treasured in me because I am something indeed More poems
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A Morning Prayer It’s morning, Jesus. It’s morning, and here’s that light and sound all over again.
I’ve got to move fast . . . get into the bathroom, wash up, grab a bite to eat and run some more. I just don’t feel like it, Lord. What I really want to do is get back into bed, pull up the covers, and sleep. All I seem to want today is the big sleep, and here I’ve got to run all over again. Where am I running? You know these things I can’t understand. It’s not that I need to have you tell me. What counts most is just that somebody knows, and it’s you. That helps a lot. So I’ll follow along okay? But lead, Lord. Now I’ve got to run. Are you running with me, Jesus? |
A Poem of Hope by Helena FehrI feel the arms of God around me,
as I lay on my bed at night. Asleep, I feel the Angel's touch- I'm surrounded and held tight. I don't know why it is, that God should love me so, that he would send His only Son, to hang there on Death-row. He guards me night and day, always bringing love and hope. Somehow, I know I will survive, for He will help me cope. As a father has compassion on his child, so my Lord has compassion on me. I know I can count on him- There is nowhere from His love I want to flee. |
To The Lamb of God Written By: Margaret C MullingsNOTE: The battle rages on every side and it may feel like you are
going through some deep dark waters. The very foundation you are standing on is being shaken. Yet you are victorious and will emerge triumphant, being made whole because of the finished work done at the Cross of Calvary. May this poem bring comfort and inspiration, as you go through these most difficult and trying times! To love and not be loved To be despised and rejected By your very own. To speak truth, And still be called a liar. To suffer pain and humiliation To be faithful in spite of it all. To be condemned to die Without any evidence of doing Anything wrong. To be hung on a tree, And stripped of everything Except God the Father's Love. Yes, Jesus Christ the Lamb of God Willingly gave up His life so that you and I Can be free to live an abundant life, Experiencing God's Love in the midst Of your circumstances. Glory, Honor, and Praise to The Lamb Of God! |
I'm Not Alone While crying out for guidance,
holding that the flesh is weak, From within a gentle silence, comes the answers that I seek. When my days are at their darkest and the nights produce no rest, in His spirit there's a stillness, where He summons up my best. Since temptations are unyielding in their attempts to gain control, His grace provides the shielding, that protects my mortal soul. Knowing I can not defeat them; yet, with Him I'm not alone, as He goes out to greet them, soon my troubles will be gone. I am shielded by His blessing with this armor that I wear and safe from life's transgressions by the powers found in prayer. My cup is free from sorrow, it's overflowing at the brim. I can stand and face tomorrow, having placed my faith in Him. |
Hear His Voice Oh, sheep, of the Lord, who have gone astray,
Hear His voice. Come back to Him and stay. For, this world is His pasture and we His own sheep. Come back to Him, so in Heaven yonder we may sleep. Hear His voice, today. He seeks, long and wide, For each stray who has left His side. His heart longs for all to be His very own, So, on that glorious day, He’ll take us home. In temptation, harden not your heart, but relent To He who is our Shepherd, to whom we can repent To salvation, today, and take His yoke upon us. He is our Shepherd. His name is Jesus. Hear His voice, my brethren. Oh, heed Him, today, And He will steer you and guide you all the way. Beseech Him. Trust Him to forgive every sin. He will throw them as far as the east is from the west, again. He knows we are tired and He knows we are weak. Let us, in asking forgiveness, His face to seek. Let us make a joyful noise, sing Praises to His name And Jesus will take us into His fold, without blame. |
Pray Without CeasingI Thessalonians 5:17 I will pray without ceasing, For it keeps me ever focused on you. I will pray without ceasing, For I know your promises are true. I will pray without ceasing, For everything, all my burdens, my fears and concerns have I given to you. I will pray without ceasing, For protection, guidance, strength, all that I need of you. I will pray without ceasing, All my love, my heart, I give to you. I will pray without ceasing, For all things you have seen me through... Finally, I will pray without ceasing, For I know I can always depend on you. I love you Lord AMEN. |