By the foolishness of my own hands
I’ve burned many my share of bridges,
I’ve scaled treacherous mountain peaks
Then fallen down hard from their ridges.
By the foolishness of my own hands
I don’t need a PhD
In religion or theology
To drink of the sweet mystery
Of the God who died and rose for me.
1 Corinthians 1:23-31
As Your blood flowed through Your human pores
You endured it in order to make us Yours
As the crown of thorns punctured Your regal head
For our sin Your royal blood flowed crimson red
As cold steel pierced sinless flesh and bone
You endured it so we would not face death alone
As Your tongue was in torment in agonized thirst
Your silence freed sinners living under the curse
As You gazed at the crowd who mocked at Your state
You showed love and compassion — not malice or hate
As the enemy trembled when You drew Your last breath
Your life-giving blood saved lost sinners from death.
God formed the first man
From the dust,
As an earthen vessel of clay,
Then blew in his nostrils
The breath of life,
His image to set on display.
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Both men received the same sentence,
Both would serve the same penalty,
One man would live in paradise,
The other too blinded to see.
The river continues to flow,
Though we can’t always see ’round the bend,
But those who follow Christ Jesus the Lord.
Find an ocean of love at the end.
A meek, humble man, uncommon
Gracious in word, deed and pen,
Eyes lovingly looking to Jesus
He was truly a prince among men.
His joy was contagious and winsome
He laughed with the joy of a child,
For he knew that his Father was with him
That through Christ he had been reconciled.
He befriended the helpless and hopeless
Spoke in love what is true and what’s right,
He stood by the side of family and friends,
And brought light on a dark day or night.
He touched the lives of many
Was so generous with all he possessed,
He reached out to those less fortunate
Truly lived out the life he professed.
He preferred to be called a servant
Sought to serve and not to be served,
He knew that grace was the gift of God
That no one can earn or deserved.
He is now singing praise to the Savior
Gladly casting his crown at Christ’s feet,
He’s now with the Lord he loves and adores
And his joy is now full and complete.
Oh dear timothy, how I miss you!
You’re a once in a lifetime friend,
I thank God for our time spent together,
That in Christ this life’s not the end!
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will.
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill.
When the funds are low and the debts are high.
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns.
As every one of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out:
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far:
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things seem worst that you must not QUIT
I will not get tired spreading this message. The power to hild on in spite of everything, to endure this is the winner’s quality. Persistence is the ability to face defeat again and again without giving up to push on in the face of great difficulty. The poem above is shared for everyone to read and memorize to his/herself when tempted to quit or to stop trying.
The message will keep going on until the message is well received.
Satan loves a lazy, lifeless church. He can just sit back and enjoy the show. But when the church is alive and thriving, he’s actively attempting to thwart God’s work.
When a church is asleep
And the slumber is deep
The devil will leave it alone
He is thrilled at the sight
Of a comatose plight
With a life that reminds him of stone.
But if it should wake
And the bones start to shake
As The Spirit arouses the saints
Then satan gets tough
And his demons get rough
As a landscape of darkness he paints.
They whisper in ears
And manifest fears
Your self worth is brought to it’s knees
They love to destroy
The flowing of joy
And desecrate all that they see.
So stand firm in Christ
And stop being nice
The victory, is already won
The power of The Lord
Is your two edged sword
From you, they have to run.
Screwed up like a ball
Protected by a covering
Afraid to share at all
Wound up by fear of change
A person can survive
Sitting on the outside
Looking at the beauty
Of what He’s doing today.
What’s the use of change
It only brings you problems
I’m perfect as I am
I do my best by Him
But there is something more
A loving kind of future
If only I would trust
And let dear Jesus in.
Oh peel away these layers
These chains that are my jailer
Let me open out
Into the flower that I am
The joy that lives within
Is buried deep inside me
Someone notice me
And help me live again.
Let me feel the power
A deluge of the water
Cleansing deep inside
Removing all my pain
Take away the fear
The thought of being foolish
Here, have all of me
I cannot stay the same.
Walk today in faith and have expect a change you never expected.
Something motivating for you today.
If you think you’re thick and naff
Hate to see your photograph
Self worth sinking in the bath
God thinks you are great.
Wander through a boring life
Avoidance of all kinds of strife
Sever friendships with a knife
God thinks you are great.
Need to change your point of view
Jesus died alone for you
Wants to make you all brand new
God thinks you are great.
Jesus knocking at your door
He is what you’re looking for
Let His Spirit heal your sores
Cos God thinks you are great.
Why do I love what I hate to do?
Why is there such strong attraction?
To that which wages war with my soul,
And would seek to cause death and destruction?
Why is there such a strong longing for,
The things that I know are so wrong?
My fight seems to be, without much relief,
In a world where I truly don’t belong.
I cry, beg and plead and I sense the deep need,
To stop the dark path that I’m treading,
If I were a surgeon, I would operate,
And cut out the cancerous spreading,
Oh wretched man that I am!
Who could ever save me, who has strayed so far from the path?
Still there is hope worth clinging to,
To be saved from God’s powerful wrath.
Could it be true, that God Himself,
Was subjected to that which we face?
That He suffered and died and was brought back to life,
To redeem us from sin’s every trace.
Oh, if it is true, what a glorious thought,
To be called the King’s own special friend.
To live with Him in sinless paradise,
And to know life that will never end.
There is a grand mystery in the great trinity,
A love that’s both fierce and all wise.
For when we are weak, then He is strong,
And blessings often come in disguise.
So if you ever feel like quitting the race,
Remember He’s there right beside you.
Quietly, lovingly cheering you on,
Your Champion just waiting to guide you.
Precious blood, so innocent, shed,
Crown of thorns forced upon His head,
Nails piercing, hands full of love,
His Father watching in pain from above.
Though love cannot stand,
The heinous scene,
By divine restraint,
He does not intervene.
Holy eyes behold,
More than heart can bear,
Holy ears hear,
The son’s cry of despair.
Such a cruel ordeal,
Does the old dragon dare
To flaunt his work,
And appear from his lair?
Yes in pride he appears,
And mocks through the crowd,
His spirit haughty,
Malicious and loud.
Sinless Man of Sorrows,
Well acquainted with grief,
Taunted by rulers,
And mocked by a thief.
His words are few,
His sacrifice great,
Seeking the lost,
In a world full of hate.
Victory cry, loud and clear,
The end has come, death is near,
Triumphant and confident, silence is broken,
Words of power, “It is finished!” are spoken.
His mission completed,
The journey is through,
But the story lives on,
It is faithful and true.
Pray don’t find fault with the man who limps
Or stumbles along the road,
Unless you have worn the shoes he wears
Or struggled beneath his load.
There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt,
Though hidden from view;
Or the burden he bears, placed on your back
Might cause you to stumble, too.
Don’t sneer at the man who’s down today,
Unless you have felt the blow
That caused his fall, or felt the shame
That only the fallen know.
You may be strong, but still the blows
That were his, if dealt to you
In the selfsame way at the very selfsame time
Might cause you to struggle, too.
Don’t be hard with the man who sins
Or pelt him with words or stones,
Unless you are sure, and doubly sure
That you have no sins of your own;
For, you know, perhaps, if the tempters voice
Should whisper soft to you
As it did to him when he went astray,
It would cause you to falter, too.
I did a favor yesterday,
a kindly little deed.
Then I called all to the world
to stop and look and heed.
They stopped and looked and flattered me
in words I could not trust.
And when the world had gone away,
my good deed turned to dust.
A very tiny courtesy
I found to do today.
Twas quickly done with none to see,
and then I ran away.
For someone must have witnessed it,
For truly, I declare,
As I sped back the stony path,
Roses were blooming there!