Prayer for this Sunday Morning I am going to rise up Quit living in the muck Satan attempts to drag me down into And I choose YOU Lord Jesus, I choose you And you ever-growing hope! Amen.
Prayer for This Sunday Morning
Category: christian
A Fateful Day!
A Fateful Day on a fateful day a young man died as he breathed in, took his last sigh angels watched from purest celestial skies He relinquished His Spirit In a pain, deep & burning At that moment, the universe stopped turning to watch & see what would happen next what for mankind would be their second step would we take notice follow in obedience or just turn our backs with only a shrug or a mild grimace never before in man’s history had for us been such a day so blistering with meaning, intensity when God once more brought back to earth His clearest sanity
SPIRIT OVERFLOWS!
SPIRIT OVERFLOWS You touch The tip Of Your finger To Your lip Then to The very tip Of my hand’s Finger Where You let It linger For only one heart’s beat And then It overflows So that it too may grow This seed It wishes To enlarge Itself I take what You offer Fill my heart’s coffers Then silently It flows Until it reaches Down to my toes & I touch The tip of My finger Where I let It linger To another’s Your Spirit To be Passed on Another does The same So Your Most Glorious Name May be passed Finger to finger Until at last Enough It’s been passed Until no one Else remains All has been done To save Each & every one!!
You See!
You See You see me I am known In You may I Grow Become More Of What You wish to see Me to be A daughter Or son With this thought May I run Be still Let you fill My empty hollows
Nothings to Something
Nothings to Something People say I am a survivor Really something But I say no To you I would like to show The Only Something I am almost nothing Held together My skin & bones As on this planet I roam Only by the Someone By whose hand I was Created By whom all our sin & death was Abated This living, breathing God Is the Great Someone At whose pleasure I exist In whose hands joy never desists & from whom will I never run We live at His Pleasure We serve at His Pleasure At the end all heartbeats For His Pleasure All at once & At last will be gathered!!
The Presence
The Presence A Presence overhead Envelops, wraps Covering you everywhere No matter whether blue skies Or how grey the air Or with whom The day you may share No matter Where you go, Home, office, a school While using a computer Or some other tool The Presence is always There Trying to make sure You know God cares In a small house or large Dirty & small or expensive car Very loved or destitute & lonely If the world contained just you He would have died for you only! So stop at your desk, look up Of time it will not take much Acknowledge, connect Take the time to select To spend time with Him Enjoy, even revel in The pleasure, joy you will win Within His Glorious Presence!
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