Prayer Dear Jesus, how do I pray, what do I say? What words do I speak for the peace that I seek? I give thanks to you for all that you do, for the blessings you are giving in this life I am living. I praise your blessed name, forever and always it is the same. Yesterday you guided me, today you helped me see. Forgive me for all the wrongs, keep me singing happy songs. From temptation, set me free so that in you I can be. I praise you I thank you I worship you I honor you Jesus, you set me free, now I can see. When my vision is blurred you show me your word. As I have been blessed, now I pray for the rest, for my sisters and brothers who think they have no other.
For our salvation, you are risen, for us new life you have given. Use me as you would that others may have what they should. I praise you I thank you I worship you I honor you On bended knee or with hands upraised, it is your life that is praised. And as I give you my life you take from me my strife. You have given me so much; joy, life, love and the such. and all you have taken is my life''s burden. You are all the love from Heaven above. and Jesus, each time I pray there is not enough to say.
Except, I praise you and your holy name, I thank you for what you have done, I worship you as my Savior and Lord, I honor you as only you deserve, and I do love you, my Jesus, my Lord, my Savior, my friend. Amen Thoughts Of Marriage is like poetry it doesn''t always rhyme and is sometimes hard to write Some rhymes are repetitive only because they are good some days there are no rhymes at all But there is always that new rhyme to find when good becomes best when for a moment, a brief moment we forget all the rest Five On the Floor Dad, let me tickle you under your arm. it''s one of those things that really does you no harm and it feels good for everyone. A laugh--loud and deep, another tiny and weak and every kind in between Why five for goodness'' sakes alive. I heard someone say, "Because we didn''t want six." but for me, five on the floor is more fun than four. God''s Rhyme (Last Stanza) I''ve seen God how odd He seems in faces I meet as life races by I pick up my feet from the burning street and see a smile from a simple child picking a wild flower an hour is not measured by minutes for a while is time and the simple oddity in life is God''s rhyme The Gathering Lamb We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way; and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all. (Isaiah 53:6, NIV) The Lamb of God, with God before time, perfect, as is God, in every way, before the words were written in lines Jesus, the unblemished Lamb was there.
Jesus and God, with the Holy Spirit, indivisible, the Trinity; so the Lamb of God is also God, who saves our souls for eternity. We, living on this earth, a herd of sheep, we wander, are lost not knowing the cost, not knowing, we cause a pain so deep that God sent Jesus to find and save us. An earthly shepherd has a special one, one of the herd that seeks the wandering, those sheep that are lost, that have gone astray, returning them home before the day is done. Our Heavenly Master has sent his Son to find the lost and to gather the strays, to bring us home before the end of days. The Lamb of God, a never ending search. Before we knew him He knew who we were, He knew our thoughts, He knew our prayers. And he knew of our rebellion, Before, he has always known. Yet he loves us still and he always will.
He sent his Son to be the one that would seek us out even as we doubt. He sent his Son to gather us in, the unblemished Lamb, the Sacrifice, to pay the price, to die for our sins so that with God we are finally put right! Weakness But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, my power is made perfect in weakness." (2 Cor. 12:9, NIV) Paul, the evangelist, an imperfect man, blinded with insight by the perfect Son, who lost his strength and became weak, thus glorifying the Holy Three in One. I have tried to live with the lie, to never give in before I die. I have seen the meek always so weak and wondered why they would not cry. No, always a smile traveling every mile with heads held high and never shy while I put too much stock in thinking I was a rock until others saw the bad and what I never had. Then one day the sky was bluer, each and everything looked newer.
It was as if my very eyes had been shut to the world''s lies. I was never strong, not even for very long. There was too much wrong, it was such a sad song. Like a newborn baby I cried for each new breath, never wanting to rest, realizing that maybe. No, knowing that I am not perfect, looking, the mirror did reflect. There is no strength in my sin, the race alone I could never win. I am a sinner, my life a loss, but it has been reclaimed for me by the grace of God, a death on the cross. Through death and resurrection I am a new creation.
Accepting his forgiveness, to the world I can witness. Made in God''s image, molded in clay. yes, in God''s image throughout every age, it is to him that we pray. He knew us before we were, he knows us today, he knows us tomorrow, and still he loves us. To follow his Son we must lose the ways, the ways of this world, the lies of the days. And when we accomplish that, the world will consider us weak. But know that God is with us, so who can be against us? It is then that the slings and arrows, the sticks and stones, the broken bones, the sorrows that no one will borrow, in this race we know his grace. When we let in Christ''s power, we will no longer cower, because he is God''s Son and that is sufficient.
Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weakness, so that Christ''s power may rest in me. That is why, for Christ''s sake, I delight in weakness, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (1 Cor. 12:9-10, NIV) May we live so that by the strength of our salvation, by the strength of our witness, through the strength of our weakness that God, that Jesus may be glorified. Concluding Prayer Thank you Jesus, the struggles, like growing pains, have developed my heart, your living water has poured on me like rain. And like the flowers I bloom, sometimes wondering if there is in me enough room for all the blessings you continue to bestow. I am incomplete without you, in darkness you are my light, through your blood I am with God put right.
Thank you Jesus, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, for you so love us all who truly believe it. Thank you Father for your Son Jesus.