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It's
me again-Lord-with a burden...a fear,
It's me again-Lord-with a heartache...a tear
Me again-Lord...and you always hear,
Even when it's just me...again...Lord.
It's
me again-Lord-with a grievance, a fret,
It's me again-Lord-when I need to forget,
Me again-Lord...and you're listening yet,
Even when it's just me...again Lord.
It's
me again-Lord-with a heartfelt desire.
Me again-Lord...touched by Your holy fire,
And You bless even me...again Lord.
Christ Came Yesterday
The
church is crowded
People came to sing, shout, pray
To share the joy of fellowship
They love this Christian way.
But
many never get around
to the purpose of it all
To asking God to cleanse them
And for His mercy call.
Today
while Christ may still be found
Oh friend, don't hesitate
For you don't ever have tomorrow
Tomorrow is too late
One
day the church will still be packed,
Past the doors, out into the way
People will seek, but all in vain
For Christ came yesterday
Containers
Containers
of all shapes and sizes
Hold the most unique surprises.
Sometimes only mundane things.
Sometimes gold, or diamond rings.
Sometimes
sustenance, or pleasure.
Sometimes junk, or special treasure.
But some hold courage, wit or grace,
And some, compassion, in their place.
Endurance,
hope and hearty laughter.
Discernment, love, and "ever after".
I love to peek at what's inside!
To know the secret things they hide.
Friend,
aren't we all, containers too?
May I peek at the treasure inside of you?
Seasons
Come
to life trustingly
Palms up
To receive what may be given
Love will come, and joy, welcome them
But hold them lightly
They must be willing guests
But
if they go, and sorrow take their place
Accept it, with humility
It comes to all men
For a season, but
Only for a season
Keep
your memories
Reach out to life, hopefully
For love, and joy will come again
If they are free to go.
I Never Knew You
Of course, I am a Christian!
I believe in God!
Do all the things a Christian should
Don't cheat, lie, or defraud.
I go to church on Sunday
Put
my money in the plate
I'm sure that God has got my name
Upon His golden slate.
Why, I'm as good as anyone.
He'll understand, I'm sure
I've done all that man can do
To make my fate secure.
You mean...
He'd say "I never Knew You"
When I stand before His throne?
And only Jesus righteousness
Could for my sin atone!
Oh here am I, Dear Jesus
In answer to your call
Tonight, while mercy still endures.
I yield to you my all.
The Gift
When I walked the green fields,
In the spring of life,
The wind was soft...the sky was blue...
And you were by my side.
All the days then were merry...
And nothing marred my dreams.
And then, time passed, as indeed, it must
Bringing joy...some pain...some dross...
Some perfect times...some trying times...
Some times of awful loss.
And now...
When I walk the snowy fields,
in winter's bitter blast,
Storm clouds hang low...and cold winds blow...
And there's no hand in mine,
Ah' then my heart is lonely...
And I no longer dream.
But loneliness is not emptiness,
For all the joys I've seen
Press in, to fill my hungry heart...
And remind me, what has been.
No time, or tragedy can touch
these dreams, that I have known
And God has granted memory...
To those who walk alone.
New Day
A brand new day, a fresh, untrammeled day
Without a single wrinkle, spot, or stain.
A brand new day, a day that God has given
A special day, that will never come again.
The only day whose promise we may claim
Our only day, to spend, or throw away
So spend it well! wring from it all the hope,
The joy, the love, the opportunity
Spend it as though it were the only day you have
Spend it, that God, when this short day is done
May say a smiling "child, well done!" to thee.
Meet Patches. He's all dressed up for a birthday party. He's a happy little 13 year old party poodle. He lives in Denver, Colorado with another dog and two cats. Even though he's getting a little hard of hearing and has the usual aches and pains, life is good in his senior doggie retirement home.
Sharon Keith is proud to share this photo of her two youngest grand children and her pet basenji, From left to right are Sequoia, age 3. Peppi, center and Leim age 1. Please help us pray for salvation for their family and protection from the many forest fires near their mountain home this summer.
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