JESUS - My Shepherd - My Lord

God's Warrior · Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 9:34 am Post subject:

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 · Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 7:21 pm Post subject:

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 · Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 7:49 pm Post subject:

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 · Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 8:03 pm Post subject:

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 · Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 8:18 am Post subject:

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 · Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 8:19 am Post subject:

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 · Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 9:51 pm Post subject:

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 · Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:00 pm Post subject:

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 · Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:03 pm Post subject:

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 · Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:09 pm Post subject:

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!