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JESUS - My Shepherd - My Lord

My Shepherd

Your life you gave for me in love,
My soul from sin you saved.
You knew I did not merit this,
Yet my path to Heaven you paved.

I owe you more that I can give,
Just ask and I'll obey.
I'll read your word and seek your will
And speak of you each day.
You died for me, I will live for you
And do your work, for I am able.
I'll feed the hungry and clothe the poor
For a king who was born in a stable.

My obedience is everlasting,
There is no task too small or grand.
If you, a king, can be a shepherd,
Then I can be a lamb.
Janis Hoover
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Come to Me

The Shepherd does not ask of thee
Faith in thy faith, but only faith in Him;
And this He meant in saying, "Come to me."
In light or darkness seek to do His will,
And leave the work of faith to Jesus still.
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Immanuel

Emmanuel, "Which being interpreted is, God with us" (Matthew 1:23).

Immanuel
Charles Haddon Spurgeon

When once I mourned a load of sin;
When conscience felt a wound within;
When all my works were thrown away;
When on my knees I knelt to pray,
Then, blissful hour, remembered well,
I learned Thy love, Immanuel.

When storms of sorrow toss my soul;
When waves of care around me roll;
When comforts sink, when joys shall flee;
When hopeless griefs shall gape for me,
One word the tempest's rage shall quell--
That word, Thy name, Immanuel.

When for the truth I suffer shame;
When foes pour scandal on my name;
When cruel taunts and jeers abound;
When "Bulls of Bashan" gird me round,
Secure within Thy tower I'll dwell--
That tower, Thy grace, Immanuel.

When hell enraged lifts up her roar;
When Satan stops my path before;
When fiends rejoice and wait my end;
When legioned hosts their arrows send,
Fear not, my soul, but hurl at hell
Thy battle-cry, Immanuel.

When down the hill of life I go;
When o'er my feet death's waters flow;
When in the deep'ning flood I sink;
When friends stand weeping on the brink,
I'll mingle with my last farewell
Thy lovely name, Immanuel.

When tears are banished from mine eye;
When fairer worlds than these are nigh;
When heaven shall fill my ravished sight;
When I shall bathe in sweet delight,
One joy all joys shall far excel,
To see Thy face, Immanuel.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon
(1834-1892)
(written at age
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The "U" in Jesus...

The "U" in Jesus...

Before U were thought of or time had begun,
God even stuck U in the name of His Son.

And each time U pray, you'll see it's true
You can't spell out JesUs and not include U.

You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For U, He was born; that's why He came.

And His great love for U is the reason He died.
It even takes U to spell crUcified.

Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with U in His plan?

The stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew,
and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U.

When JesUs left earth at His upward ascension,
He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.

"Go into the world and tell them it's true
That I love them all - Just like I love U."

So many great people are spelled with a U,
Don't they have a right to know JesUs too?

It all depends now on what U will do,
He'd like them to know, but it all starts with U.
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J.E.S.U.S. C.H.R.I.S.T.

J.E.S.U.S. C.H.R.I.S.T.

J esus, Son of God Eternal
E verlasting Lord is He,
S avior of a world of sinners,
U niversal King to be,
S ought us, brought us victory.

C hrist is due all adoration,
H umbly born to save our race,
R uler of the whole creation
I ntercedes and gives us grace,
S aves us from sin's condemnation,
T ruly worthy of all praise!
-- Author Unknown
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You Ask Why I Follow This Jesus

You Ask Why I Follow This Jesus

You ask why I follow this Jesus
Why I love Him the way I do
When the world's turned away from His teachings
And the people who serve Him are few.

It's not the rewards I'm after
Or gifts that I hope to receive
It's the Presence that calls for commitment
It's the Spirit I trust and believe.

The Lord doesn't shelter His faithful
Or spare them all suffering and pain,
Like everyone else I have burdens,
And walk through my share of rain.

Yet He gives me a plan and a purpose,
And that joy only Christians have known,
I never know what comes tomorrow,
But I do know I'm never alone.

It's the love always there when you need it;
It's the words that redeem and inspire,
It's the longing to ever be with Him
That burns in my heart like a fire.

So you ask why I love my Lord Jesus
Well, friend, that's so easy to see,
But the one thing that fills me with wonder is
Why Jesus loves someone like me.
~Author Unknown
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JESUS LOVES THE LITTLE CHILDREN

Jesus loves the little children,
All the children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
They are precious in His sight.
Jesus loves the little children of the world.

"Suffer little children...to come unto Me." Matthew 19:14
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Story Of A Straying Lamb

Story Of A Straying Lamb

The Shepherd loved His little lamb,
And gave it His tender care...
And followed it with His loving eyes
As it wandered here and there.

And as He sat by His grazing flock
Who so meekly His voice obeyed,
He pondered sadly His little lamb
As again and again it strayed.

The little lamb had a loving heart,
And adored His Shepherd, true,
But would turn aside and seek his own way
As lambs will so often do.

With His gentle voice the Shepherd called,
To His loved and straying lamb,
"Come back, little one, for you are not safe
Unless you are where I am."

But still the lamb would soon forget
And unthinkingly wander away,
And not really noticing what he did,
From the Shepherd's side would stray.

Until one day, the Shepherd kind
Took His rod in His gentle hand,
And what He then did seemed so cruel
That the lamb could not understand.

For with one sharp and well-aimed blow
Down the rod so swiftly came
That it broke the leg of the little lamb
And left it crippled, and lame.

Then the little lamb, with a cry of pain,
Fell down upon his knees...
And looked up at his Shepherd, as though to say,
"Won't you explain this, please?"

Then he saw the love in the Shepherd's eyes
As the tears ran down His face,
As He tenderly set the broken bone,
And bound it back in it's place.

Now he was utterly helpless,
He could not even stand!
He must trust himself completely
To his Shepherd's loving hand.

Then day by day, 'till the lamb was healed
From the flock he was kept apart...
And carried about in the Shepherd's arms,
And cradled near to His heart.

And the Shepherd would whisper gentle words
Into his now listening ear...
Thus he heard sweet words of love
That the other sheep could not hear.

He felt the warmth of the Shepherd's arms
And the beat of His faithful heart...
Until it came a blessing to seem,
By his weakness to be set apart.

Every need of the little lamb
By his Shepherd so fully was met
That through his brokeness he learned
What he never again would forget.

And as the broken bone was healed,
And once more became whole and strong...
Wherever the Shephers's path would lead,
The lamb would follow along.

Thus at the Shepherd's side he walked
So closely, day by day,
For once a lamb has a broken leg
It will never again go astray.

For the cords of love had bound it so
In its hour of weaknes and need...
That it had no desire to wander away,
When once again it was freed.

Could it be you are broken today,
And you cannot understand
The painful blow of the Shepherd's rod
Now believe it came from His hand?

He only seeks, by this painful thing,
For a time to call you apart...
To cradle you close in His loving arms,
And draw you near to His heart.

So look up into your Shepherd's eyes,
And earnestly seek His face...
And prove in the hour of your weakness and need
The sufficiency of His grace.

For as you are borne in His loving arms,
And carried there, day by day...
He will bind you so close with the cords of His love
That never again will you stray!
Author unknown

"The Good Shepherd" - Greg Olsen
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If Jesus Came to Your House

If Jesus Came to Your House

If Jesus came to your house
To spend a day or two,
If He came unexpectedly
I wonder what you'd do.

Oh, I know you'd give your nicest room
To such an honored guest
And all the food you'd serve Him
Would be the very best.

And you would keep assuring Him,
You're glad to have Him there;
That serving Him in your home
Was joy beyond compare.

But when you saw Him coming;
Would you meet Him at the door,
Showing Him He's the One you seek
To worship and adore?

Or would you have to change your clothes
Before you let Him in,
And hide some magazines and put
The Bibles where they'd been?

Would you turn off the radio
And hope He hadn't heard;
And wish you hadn't uttered
That loud, nasty word?

Would you hide your worldly music
And put hymn books out?
Could you let Jesus walk right in
Or would you rush about?

And I wonder if the Savior
Spent a day or two with you,
Would you go right on doing
The things you always do?

Would you go right on saying
The things you always say?
Would life for you continue
As it does from day to day?

Would the family conversation
Keep at it's usual pace?
And would you find it hard each meal,
To say a table grace?

Would you sing the songs
You've always sung
And read the books you've read,
And let the Savior know the things
On which your mind and spirit fed?

Would you take Jesus with you
Everywhere you go?
Or would you maybe change your plans
For just a day or two?

Would you be glad to have Him stay
Forever, on and on,
Or would you sigh with great relief
When He at last is gone?

Would you be glad to have Him meet
Your very closest friends,
Or would you hope they'd stay away
Until His visit ends?

It might be interesting to know
The things that you would do
IF Jesus came to your house
To spend the day with you.

From The Book
"The Good Old Days Remembered"
"Mother's Favorite Verses"
This is a neat book. It has "Wynken, Blynken and Nod",
"When the Frost Is on the Pumpkin", "The Tie That Binds" and many more favorite selections.
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One Solitary Life

He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another obscure village. He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty,and then for three years He was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office.

He never owned a home. He never set foot inside a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born. He had no credentials but Himself.

While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against Him. His friends ran away. One of them denied Him. He was turned over to His enemies. He went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed upon a cross between two thieves.

His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth while He was dying .. and that was His coat. When He was dead, He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.

Nearly Twenty centuries have come and gone since then, and today He is the centerpiece of the human race and the leader of progress.

Now it is no exaggeration to say that, of all the armies that have ever marched, and all the navies that have ever set sail, and of all the rulers that have ever ruled, and all the kings that have ever reigned; all put together they have not affected the life of man upon earth as powerfully as this One Solitary Life.

--Although sometimes listed as author unknown, this is one of many adaptations taken from an article that was published in 1926 by its original author, Dr. James Allan Francis (1864-1928)
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Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime."
Martin Luther

"Under His wings I am safely abiding,
Though the night deepens and tempests are wild;
Still I can trust Him, I know He will keep me,
He has redeemed me and I am His child."
~Cushing~

In darkness there is no choice.
It is light that enables us to see the differences between things; and it is Christ who gives us light.
... Mrs. C. T. Whitemell, Christ in Flanders
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In His Name

In His Name

We go to church for pleasure
We urge others do the same
We have to entertain ourselves
Regardless in "Who's Name"

We resort to worldly pleasures
So we can draw a throng
It's numbers we are after
Unmindful if it's wrong

It seems we cannot worship
Unless we make it fun
We work so hard to entertain
And leave "His Work" undone

We gather in "His Name" for charm
And honor to our neighbor
Congeniality is our concern
And oh, how hard we labor

If the Word is ineffective
To fill the empty pews
We offer substitution
It's numbers we pursue

We have high attendance Sunday
And we set a numbers goal
We entice with entertainment
Is that the pastors role

Jesus never threw a party
And He did not entertain
His attraction was the "Word of God"
He offered Love and Salvation
In His Name
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Seen on a Tee Shirt:

Seen on a Tee Shirt:

Front: Jesus Christ: The Alternative Rock 1 Corinthians 10:4 & Psalms 18:2

Back:
POWER will leave you heartless.
LUST will leave you loveless.
MONEY will leave you comfortless.
DRUGS will leave you senseless.
JESUS won’t leave you regardless. “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” Hebrews 13:5
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When Will Jesus Return

When Will Jesus Return

When will Jesus return?
No one knows the date or time.
It may be in a few years
Or He might come back today!
The Bible says that God wants us to be ready all the time.

One thing is for SURE...
Jesus will come again and take His people home with Him to heaven.
Jesus is going to make everything new. He will make a new heaven and a new earth.
And Jesus will live there with His people.
And no one will ever cry again.

Satan tricked the first man and woman and ever since that time...
he has tried to turn people against God.
Satan says, "What God says, doesn't matter. You can do whatever you want."
Some people believe this trick.
They lie and steal and hate each other.
They try to forget about God.
Satan comes only to steal kill and destroy!
He wants to destroy you and me because we are the crown of God's creation!
BUT...God will win in the end!!
God will throw Satan into hell. He has taken the keys
to death, hell, and the grave and He reigns in VICTORY!!"
Someday I will sit down with Jesus. He will put His arms around me

Then Jesus will say,
"I love you...I died for...and you ARE Mine!
Well done, good and faithful servant!"


Come, Lord Jesus, Come!
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The Promise

The Promise

" Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God:
I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uph
old thee
with the right hand of my righteousness." Isaiah 41:10


Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you. (Isaiah 46:4)

"Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the floods drown it."
- King Solomon, Song of Solomon

The Promise

There's a promise in our sorrow
and a blessing when we sigh.
There's a light beyond the shadows
and a cleansing when we cry.

So when we are discouraged,
and face tremendous grief;
it is during those times of trouble,
that the heavens send relief.

With our heart in tune with Jesus,
our source of joy and peace,
be mindful of His promise,
that all suffering He would cease.

He's cried our tears of sadness;
He's felt our every pain,
He's walked our path before,
all glory to His name.

Just listen for the spirit,
as it whispers to be still,
for there is joy and comfort
beyond sad Calvary's hill.

So if the sky should darken
and if the earth should quake,
remember life has struggles
on the journey that we take.

The aftermath of sorrow
is beauty and pure light,
if we can fight the battle
and pray with soul and might.

He sent us rainbow colors
to follow cleansing rain,
He showed us there are miracles
that come with all the pain.

Seek forbearance in the hardships,
or when we fear or roam.
Cast your burdens on the Savior,
and He'll come and take us home.

For He is our great Redeemer
our only true best friend,
He promised he would never leave,
He'll guide us to the end.

Author Unknown
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I Thirst

I Thirst

I thirst, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share;
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasures there.

It was the sight of Thy dear cross
First weaned my soul from earthly things;
And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools, and pomp of kings.

I want that grace that springs from Thee,
That quickens all things where it flows;
And makes a wretched thorn like me
Bloom as the myrtle or the rose.

Dear fountain of delight unknown!
No longer sink beneath the brim,
But overflow, and pour me down
A living and life-giving stream!

For sure, if all the plants that share
The notice of Thy Father's eye,
None proves less grateful to His care,
Or yields Him meaner fruit than I.

... William Cowper (1731-1800)
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The Dogwood Tree

The Dogwood Tree

When Christ was on earth, the dogwood grew
To a towering size with a lovely hue.
Its branches were strong and interwoven
And for Christ's cross its timbers were chosen.
Being distressed at the use of the wood
Christ made a promise which still holds good:

"Not ever again shall the dogwood grow
To be large enough for a tree, and so
Slender and twisted it shall always be
With cross-shaped blossoms for all to see.

The petals shall have bloodstains marked brown
And in the blossom's center a thorny crown.
All who see it will think of Me,
Nailed to a cross from a dogwood tree.
Protected and cherished this tree shall be.
A reflection to all of My agony.

Author Unknown
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A Hope

And oh! There lives within my heart
A hope, long nursed by me;
(And should its cheering ray depart,
How dark my soul would be!)

That as in Adam all have died,
In Christ shall all men live;
And ever round His throne abide,
Eternal praise to give.

That even the wicked shall at last
Be fitted for the skies;
And when their dreadful doom is past,
To life and light arise.

I ask not how remote the day,
Nor what the sinners' woe,
Before their dross is purged away;
Enough for me, to know

That when the cup of wrath is drained,
The metal purified,
They'll cling to what they once disdained,
And live by Him that died.

--Anne Bronte
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Will You Miss Him
Author unknown

They were looking for a lion,
He came as a Lamb, and they missed Him.

They were looking for a warrior,
He came as a Peacemaker, and they missed Him.

They were looking for a king,
He came as a Servant, and they missed Him.

They were looking for liberation from Rome,
He submitted to the Roman cross, and they missed Him.

They were looking for a fit to their mold,
He was the mold maker, and they missed Him.

What are you looking for? Lion? Warrior? King? Liberator?
What are you looking for?

They were looking for their temporal needs to be met,
He came to meet their eternal need, and they missed Him.

He came as a Lamb to be sacrificed for your sin.
Will you miss Him?

He came to make peace between God and man.
Will you miss Him?

He came to model servant-hood for all mankind.
Will you miss Him?

He came that we might have true liberty.
Will you miss Him?

When we submit to the Lamb, we will meet the Lion.
Join with the Peacemaker, and we will meet the Warrior.
Work with the Servant, and we will meet the King.
Walk with the Submitted, and we will meet the Liberator.
Concern ourselves with the eternal, and we will have the
temporal.

If Jesus is not fitting into the mold you have, then come to the
mold maker and get a new one. Submit to His plan for your life
and you will see eternal need met first; then all the other
things you have need of will be taken care of as well.

Remember that sometimes the only Jesus people will see is the Jesus they see in Us
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I Thirst

I Thirst
... William Cowper (1731-1800)

I thirst, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share;
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasures there.

It was the sight of Thy dear cross
First weaned my soul from earthly things;
And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools, and pomp of kings.

I want that grace that springs from Thee,
That quickens all things where it flows;
And makes a wretched thorn like me
Bloom as the myrtle or the rose.

Dear fountain of delight unknown!
No longer sink beneath the brim,
But overflow, and pour me down
A living and life-giving stream!

For sure, if all the plants that share
The notice of Thy Father's eye,
None proves less grateful to His care,
Or yields Him meaner fruit than I.
God's Warrior

The Shepherd
Author unknown

The Shepherd loved His little lamb
And gave it His tender care
And followed it with His loving eyes
As it wandered here and there
And as He sat by His grazing flock
Who so meekly His voice obeyed
He pondered sadly His little lamb
As again and again it strayed

The little lamb had a loving heart
And adored His Shepherd, true
But would turn aside and seek his own way
As lambs will so often do
With His gentle voice the Shepherd called
To His loved and straying lamb
Come back, little one
For you are not safe
Unless you are where I am

But still the lamb would soon forget
And unthinkingly wander away
And not really noticing what he did
From the Shepherd's side would stray
Until one day, the Shepherd kind
Took His rod in His gentle hand
And what He then did seemed so cruel
That the lamb could not understand

For with one sharp and well-aimed blow
Down the rod so swiftly came
That it broke the leg of the little lamb
And left it crippled, and lame
Then the little lamb, with a cry of pain
Fell down upon his knees
And looked up at his Shepherd
As though to say
Won't you explain this, please

Then he saw the love in the Shepherd's eyes
As the tears ran down His face
As He tenderly set the broken bone
And bound it back in it's place
Now he was utterly helpless
He could not even stand
He must trust himself completely
To his Shepherd's loving hand

Then day by day, 'till the lamb was healed
From the flock he was kept apart
And carried about in the Shepherd's arms
And cradled near to His heart
And the Shepherd would whisper gentle words
Into his now listening ear
Thus he heard sweet words of love
That the other sheep could not hear

He felt the warmth of the Shepherd's arms
And the beat of His faithful heart
Until it came a blessing to seem
By his weakness to be set apart
Every need of the little lamb
By his Shepherd so fully was met
That through his brokenness he learned
What he never again would forget

And as the broken bone was healed
And once more became whole and strong
Wherever the Shepherd's path would lead
The lamb would follow along
Thus at the Shepherd's side he walked
So closely, day by day
For once a lamb has a broken leg
It will never again go astray

For the cords of love had bound it so
In its hour of weakness and need
That it had no desire to wander away
When once again it was freed
Could it be you are broken today
And you cannot understand
The painful blow of the Shepherd's rod
Nor believe it came from His hand

He only seeks, by this painful thing
For a time to call you apart
To cradle you close in His loving arms
And draw you near to His heart
So look up into your Shepherd's eyes
And earnestly seek His face
And prove in the hour of your weakness
And need The sufficiency of His grace

For as you are borne in His loving arms
And carried there, day by day
He will bind you so close
With the cords of His love
That never again will you stray
God's Warrior

When Jesus Looks
Author unknown

When Jesus looks upon my life
What picture does he see?
Does he see his own reflection
Or does he just see me?

Does he see his likeness
The product of His hand
Or just another Christain
Who never took a stand

Does he see a child of God
A child that He set free
Living life to honor Him
Or does He just see me?

What about the other folks
I meet along the way
Do I show them Jesus
To brighten up their day

When someone looks into my eyes
Can they truly see
That calm and gentle peace of God
That dwells inside of me

When I reach out and shake a hand
Is He right there in my grip
Can they feel that strength from God
That steadies me when I slip

When folks are in my presence
Do they know His spirits there
Can they see that He's the one
Who guides me everywhere

When other people think of me
What is on their mind
Do they think of Jesus Christ
So gentle and so kind

I try to be like Jesus
Every single day
Spreading love and kindness
All along my way

I'm afraid that I have failed
I could not pass the test
Deep inside my heart I know
I haven't done my best

I have had to fight my flesh
Since the day I was born
It's always causing trouble
And being such a thorn

That's why His spirit dwells in me
He's helping me to learn
In every situation
Where I need to turn

He knew I'd never pass the test
That's why he took my place
HE GAVE HIS LIFE TO SAVE MY SOUL
He suffered my disgrace

Now I try to be like him
I must present Him well
So other folks will want His gift
And turn their backs on hell

Other folks should see the joy
That Christ has given me
They should want to have it too
Especially since it's free

They should begin to ask me
What it is they must do
Just how it is they go about
Getting Jesus too

Then I get to tell them
This wonderous gift is free
It only takes a humble heart
A prayer on bended knee

Someday when I'm face to face
With the Lord who set me free
Will he see his own reflection
Or will he just see me?
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Visiting Day
Author unknown

He was looking forward
To this moment all day long
After six days of labor
And it finally arrived

The man with the keys arrived
To swing open the large heavy doors
The cold grey hall springs to life
In the warm glow of light

He could hardly control his emotions
The families began to arrive
He peers from the corner of the room
Longing for the first glimpse of his loved one

He lives for the weekends
He dearly loves these visits
As the cars arrive
He watches intently

Then, finally, She arrives
His bride
For whom he would do anything
They embrace, eat a light lunch
And reminisce how things used to be

At one point, they break into singing
With interruptions
Of laughter and applause
But all too soon it is over
A tear comes to his eyes
As the bride departs

Then the man with the keys
Closes the heavy doors
He hears the key turn in the lock
Marking the end of a special day

There He stands, alone again
He knows that most of his visitors
Will not contact Him again till next week

As the last car pulls away
From the parking lot
JESUS, retreats into loneliness
As He waits until next Sunday
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A STRAYING LAMB
~Author Unknown~

The Shepherd loved His little lamb,
And gave it His tender care...
And followed it with His loving eyes
As it wandered here and there.

And as He sat by His grazing flock
Who so meekly His voice obeyed,
He pondered sadly His little lamb
As again and again it strayed.

The little lamb had a loving heart,
And adored His Shepherd, true,
But would turn aside and seek his own way
As lambs will so often do.

With His gentle voice the Shepherd called,
To His loved and straying lamb,
"Come back, little one, for you are not safe
Unless you are where I am."

But still the lamb would soon forget
And unthinkingly wander away,
And not really noticing what he did,
From the Shepherd's side would stray.

Until one day, the Shepherd kind
Took His rod in His gentle hand,
And what He then did seemed so cruel
That the lamb could not understand.

For with one sharp and well-aimed blow
Down the rod so swiftly came
That it broke the leg of the little lamb
And left it crippled, and lame.

Then the little lamb, with a cry of pain,
Fell down upon his knees...
And looked up at his Shepherd, as though to say,
"Won't you explain this, please?"

Then he saw the love in the Shepherd's eyes
As the tears ran down His face,
As He tenderly set the broken bone,
And bound it back in it's place.

Now he was utterly helpless,
He could not even stand!
He must trust himself completely
To his Shepherd's loving hand.

Then day by day, 'till the lamb was healed
From the flock he was kept apart...
And carried about in the Shepherd's arms,
And cradled near to His heart.

And the Shepherd would whisper gentle words
Into his now listening ear...
Thus he heard sweet words of love
That the other sheep could not hear.

He felt the warmth of the Shepherd's arms
And the beat of His faithful heart...
Until it came a blessing to seem,
By his weakness to be set apart.

Every need of the little lamb
By his Shepherd so fully was met
That through his brokenness he learned
What he never again would forget.

And as the broken bone was healed,
And once more became whole and strong...
Wherever the Shepherd's path would lead,
The lamb would follow along.

Thus at the Shepherd's side he walked
So closely, day by day,
For once a lamb has a broken leg
It will never again go astray.

For the cords of love had bound it so
In its hour of weakness and need...
That it had no desire to wander away,
When once again it was freed.

Could it be you are broken today,
And you cannot understand
The painful blow of the Shepherd's rod
Nor believe it came from His hand?

He only seeks, by this painful thing,
For a time to call you apart...
To cradle you close in His loving arms,
And draw you near to His heart.

So look up into your Shepherd's eyes,
And earnestly seek His face...
And prove in the hour of your weakness and need
The sufficiency of His grace.

For as you are borne in His loving arms,
And carried there, day by day...
He will bind you so close with the cords of His love
That never again will you stray!
God's Warrior

Don't Get Left Behind
Author unknown

When Jesus returns it will be in the heavens,

as lightning covers sky.

So will it be at His return.

Where the body is, the eagles gather.

He comes in the clouds with glory and power.

He sends his angels with sound of trumpet.

They gather His elect from 4 corners of heaven.

No one except God knows this day.

As in the days of Noah, men lived as usual

until the day Noah entered the ark.

As in days of Lot, business as usual

but the same day Lot left, they were destroyed.

This is how it will be at Jesus' return.

Don't look back.

Whoever will save his life, will lose it

but he who loses his life, shall keep it.

Jesus will return when no one expects it

like a thief in night.

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"But you, brethren, are not in darkness, that the day should overtake you like a thief" (1 Thes 5:4) "even so you too, when you see all these things, recognize that He is near, [right] at the door" (Matthew 24:33 see also Mark 13:29) "But when these things begin to take place, straighten up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near." (Luke 21:2Cool
God's Warrior

A Straying Lamb

The Shepherd loved His little lamb,
And gave it His tender care...
And followed it with His loving eyes
As it wandered here and there.

And as He sat by His grazing flock
Who so meekly His voice obeyed,
He pondered sadly His little lamb
As again and again it strayed.

The little lamb had a loving heart,
And adored His Shepherd, true,
But would turn aside and seek his own way
As lambs will so often do.

With His gentle voice the Shepherd called,
To His loved and straying lamb,
"Come back, little one, for you are not safe
Unless you are where I am."

But still the lamb would soon forget,
And unthinkingly wander away,
And not really noticing what he did,
From the Shepherd's side would stray.

Until one day, the Shepherd kind,
Took His rod in His gentle hand,
And what He then did seemed so cruel,
That the lamb could not understand.

For with one sharp and well-aimed blow,
Down the rod so swiftly came,
That it broke the leg of the little lamb,
And left it crippled, and lame.

Then the little lamb, with a cry of pain,
Fell down upon his knees...
And looked up at his Shepherd, as though to say,
"Won't you explain this, please?"

Then he saw the love in the Shepherd's eyes,
As the tears ran down His face,
As He tenderly set the broken bone,
And bound it back in it's place.

Now he was utterly helpless,
He could not even stand!
He must trust himself completely,
To his Shepherd's loving hand.

Then day by day, 'till the lamb was healed,
From the flock he was kept apart...
And carried about in the Shepherd's arms,
And cradled near to His heart.

And the Shepherd would whisper gentle words,
Into his now listening ear...
Thus he heard sweet words of love,
That the other sheep could not hear.

He felt the warmth of the Shepherd's arms,
And the beat of His faithful heart...
Until it came a blessing to seem,
By his weakness to be set apart.

Every need of the little lamb,
By his Shepherd so fully was met,
That through his brokenness he learned,
What he never again would forget.

And as the broken bone was healed,
And once more became whole and strong...
Wherever the Shepherd's path would lead,
The lamb would follow along.

Thus at the Shepherd's side he walked,
So closely, day by day,
For once a lamb has a broken leg,
It will never again go astray.

For the cords of love had bound it so,
In its hour of weakness and need...
That it had no desire to wander away,
When once again it was freed.

Could it be you are broken today,
And you cannot understand,
The painful blow of the Shepherd's rod,
Nor believe it came from His hand?

He only seeks, by this painful thing,
For a time to call you apart...
To cradle you close in His loving arms,
And draw you near to His heart.

So look up into your Shepherd's eyes,
And earnestly seek His face...
And prove in the hour of your weakness and need,
The sufficiency of His grace.

For as you are borne in His loving arms,
And carried there, day by day...
He will bind you so close with,
the cords of His love,
That never again will you stray!

Author Unknown
God's Warrior

"Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me." John 14:1

Be Not Troubled

I refuse to be discouraged, To be sad, or to cry;
I refuse to be downhearted, and here's the reason why:

I have a God who's mighty, Who's sovereign and supreme;
I have a God who loves me, and I am on His team.

He is all-wise and powerful. Jesus is His name;
Though everything is changeable, My God remains the same.

My God knows all that's happening; Beginning to the end;
His presence is my comfort; He is my dearest Friend.

When sickness comes to weaken me, To bring my head down low,
I call upon my mighty God; Into His arms I go.

When circumstances threaten to rob me of my peace;
He draws me close unto His breast, Where all my strivings cease.

When my heart melts within me, and weakness takes control;
He gathers me into His arms, He soothes my heart and soul.

The great "I AM" is with me. My life is in His hand.
The "Son of the Lord" is my hope. It's in His strength I stand.

I refuse to be defeated. My eyes are on my God;
He has promised to be with me, As through this life I trod.

I'm looking past all my circumstances, To Heaven's throne above;
My prayers have reached the heart of God I'm resting in His love.

I give God thanks in everything. My eyes are on His face;
The battle's His, the victory mine; He'll help me win the race.
God's Warrior

Our Savior

He is the First and Last, the Beginning and the End!
He is the keeper of Creation and the Creator of all!
He is the Architect of the universe and
The Manager of all times.

He always was, He always is, and He always will be...
Unmoved, Unchanged, Undefeated, and never Undone!
He was bruised and brought healing!
He was pierced and eased pain!

He was persecuted and brought freedom!
He was dead and brought life!
He is risen and brings power!
He reigns and brings Peace!

The world can't understand him,
The armies can't defeat Him,
The schools can't explain Him, and
The leaders can't ignore Him.

Herod couldn't kill Him,
The Pharisees couldn't confuse Him, and
The people couldn't hold Him!
Nero couldn't crush Him,

Hitler couldn't silence Him,
The New Age can't replace Him, and
Donahue can't explain Him away!
He is light, love, longevity, and Lord.

He is goodness, Kindness, Gentleness, and God.
He is Holy, Righteous, mighty, powerful, and pure.
His ways are right,
His word is eternal,

His will is unchanging, and
His mind is on me.
He is my Redeemer,
He is my Savior,

He is my guide, and
He is my peace!
He is my Joy,
He is my comfort,

He is my Lord, and
He rules my life!
I serve Him because His bond is love,
His burden is light, and

His goal for me is abundant life.
I follow Him because He is the wisdom of the wise,
The power of the powerful,
The ancient of days, the ruler of rulers,

The leader of leaders, the overseer of the overcomers, and
The sovereign Lord of all that was and is and is to come.
And if that seems impressive to you, try this for size.
His goal is a relationship with ME!

He will never leave me,
Never forsake me,
Never mislead me,
Never forget me,

Never overlook me, and
Never cancel my appointment in His appointment book!
When I fall, He lifts me up!
When I fail, He forgives!

When I am weak, He is strong!
When I am lost, He is the way!
When I am afraid, He is my courage!
When I stumble, He steadies me!

When I am hurt, He heals me!
When I am broken, He mends me!
When I am blind, He leads me!
When I am hungry, He feeds me!

When I face trials, He is with me!
When I face persecution, He shields me!
When I face problems, He comforts me!
When I face loss, He provides for me!

When I face Death, He carries me Home!
He is everything for everybody, everywhere,
Every time, and every way.
He is God, He is faithful.

I am His, and He is mine!
My Father in heaven can whip the father of this world.
So, if you're wondering why I feel so secure, understand this...
He said it and that settles it.

God is in control, I am on His side, and
That means all is well with my soul.
Everyday is a blessing for GOD Is!

Author Unknown
God's Warrior

Why Jesus?

JESUS was born,
that I might be born twice.

HE became poor,
that I might possess wealth.

HE became homeless,
that I might have a mansion.

HE was stripped,
that I always should have clothes.

HE was forsaken,
that I always should have friends.

HE was bound,
that I might have perfect liberty.

HE was saddened,
that I might have full joy.

HE descended,
that I should be lifted up.

HE became a servant,
that I might be a son forever.

HE was made sin,
that I should share HIS righteousness.

HE died,
that I should never taste eternal death.

HE will come down,
that I might go up.

All of this -- that HE might display in me the riches of HIS grace, and so I can dwell with God in the heavenlies.


Author unknown
God's Warrior

The Disciple

I saw him
Walking towards me.
So this was "Him."
The great "Messiah"
Tall and strong.
He stood a man of beauty,
But a Savior?
There hovered 'round
His robe
People,
Of the lowest kind.
He comes nearer;
I'll pretend not to see.
He walks with me
And stands within
The silent walls of memory
In Grandeur and
In Majesty. . .
Oh, had I not raised my eyes
To see Him!
The rushing sea
In all its power
Caught my being.
Face
To face
He looked inside my soul.
My knees did tremble,
My hands shook.
His presence
Hurled me through the sky.
He smiled
And softly touched my shoulder.
His Spirit brushed my mind
And for an instant,
I saw
The Son of God
And could not walk away. . .

Author Unknown
God's Warrior

Call His Name

When you feel discouraged,
Call His Name.
If you think that no one listens,
And Satan's playing games
His will be the strength you stand in
If you call His Name.

When your soul is battered,
Call His Name.
When the world casts you aside,
And your life is full of pain,
He is still the Rock of Ages,
And you can call His Name.

Lift your voice and call;
He is always near;
Faith is what you need;
He will always hear
You call His Name.

When you know no other hope,
Call His Name.
If there are walls to break,
And you haven't got the strength,
Jesus is the Answer.
Please, call His Name.

Nancy J. Helzel
God's Warrior

Whose I Am!
Frances Ridley Havergal

Jesus, Master, whose I am,
Purchased Thine alone to be,
By Thy blood, O spotless Lamb,
Shed so willingly for me.

Let my heart be all Thine own,
Let me live to Thee alone.

Other lords have long held sway;
Now, Thy name alone to bear,
hy dear voice alone obey,
Is my daily, hourly prayer.

Whom have I in heaven but Thee?
Nothing else my joy can be.

Jesus, Master! I am Thine;
Keep me faithful, keep me near;
Let Thy presence in me shine
All my homeward way to cheer.

Jesus! at Thy feet I fall,
Oh, be Thou my All-in-all.
God's Warrior

Jesus said in Revelation 3:20:
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man
hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him,
and will sup with him, and he with me.


Oh! Come to Jesus
Tricia Niedz

Oh! Come to the Lord Jesus,
Come, Just as you are!
The Lord is so very near,
He is never too far!

He is the Bread, come down from Heaven!
He is the Living Word!
He is the Way, The Door of His sheep;
The only Great Shepherd.

This is the Good News Proclamation--
From the Prophets, the Psalms through Revelation
Of a loving God-- His Son He did send
To redeem us from hell,
For He called us His friends.

A wonderful beginning,
A beautiful start,
For anyone who hears Jesus
Knocking at the door of his heart.

You can't be saved
by your good deeds
You must come to Jesus
Without one plea

Oh! Come to the Lord Jesus,
Come, Just as you are!
The Lord is so very near,
He is never too far.
God's Warrior

Hebrews 4:16 Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.

The God Who Is Enough
Author Unknown

'Tis better far to let Him choose the way that we should take;
If only we leave our life with Him, He will guide without mistake.

Sometimes the road we travel seems to be so hard and rough,
But as we look to Christ we find the GOD WHO IS ENOUGH!

In disappointment, trouble, or pain, we turn to the Changeless One,
And prove how faithful, loving and true is God's Beloved Son.
God's Warrior

A Better Resurrection
Christina Rossetti

I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.

My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall--the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.

My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perish'd thing;
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.
God's Warrior

Jesus
I follow Christ: Mother Teresa

Jesus is my God,
Jesus is my Spouse,
Jesus is my Life,
Jesus is my only Love,
Jesus is my All in All;
Jesus is my Everything
God's Warrior

By Night When Others Soundly Slept
Anne Bradstreet (c.1612-1672)

Y night when others soundly slept
And hath at once both ease and Rest,
My waking 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.
God's Warrior

Keep Me Jesus, Keep Me
Waverley Turner Carmichael

Keep me 'neath Thy mighty wing,
Keep me, Jesus, keep me;
Help me praise Thy Holy name,
Keep me, Jesus, keep me.
O my Lamb, come, my Lamb,
O my good Lamb,
Save me, Jesus, save me.

Hear me as I cry to Thee;
Keep me, Jesus, keep me;
May I that bright glory see;
Keep me, Jesus, keep me.
O my Lamb, my good Lamb,
O my good Lamb,
Keep me, Jesus, keep me.

"Keep Me, Jesus, Keep Me" is reprinted from The Book of American Negro Poetry. Ed. James Weldon Johnson. New York: Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1922.
God's Warrior

O Come Quickly!

Thomas Campion (1567?-1619)

Never weather-beaten sail more willingly bent to shore,
Never tirèd pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more,
Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast:
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest!

Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise,
Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes:
Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the Blessèd only see:
O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee!
God's Warrior

Where the Blessed Feet Have Trod
Michael Field (1862–1914)]

Not alone in Palestine those blessed Feet have trod,
For I catch their print,
I have seen their dint
On a plot of chalky ground,
Little villas dotted round;
On a sea-worn waste,
Where a priest, in haste,
Passeth with the Blessèd Sacrament to one dying, frail,
Through the yarrow, past the tamarisk, and the plaited snail:
Bright upon the grass I see
Bleeding Feet of Calvary--
And I worship, and I clasp them round!
On this bit of chalky, English ground,
Jesu, Thou art found: my God I hail,
My Lord, my God!

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