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 Jun 2016
leona chaput
With every day and with every trial
Know in your heart and be aware
Of how much you are loved by our Savior
Loved and held in the palm of His hands
Rejoice and give praises to Jesus
Believe and rejoice in the knowledge
That Jesus loves you, He loves you
He loves you being one of His own
He is Lord, God of the universe
Rejoice and sing praises, praises
Sing endless praises to Jesus our Lord

                        BY:  Leona Chaput
 Jun 2016
leona chaput
Holy is the Lord, the Lord God Almighty
Holy is the one who walks among us
Holy is the Father of justice and love
Praise to Jesus above all others
Holy is the glory of the Father of all mercy
Holy above all else and glorious among us
Holy to be  praised and rejoice to Jesus

                       BY:  Leona Chaput
 Jun 2016
Mike Hauser
If you find yourself at a loss

In the search of where you have been

The answer to it all is God

In the questions that you're left with
 Jun 2016
SøułSurvivør
Whenever you have trials
And trouble leaves so slow
A cloud seems to follow wherever you go
Remember that Jesus,
the friend of your heart
says peace be unto you

Peace be unto you
Peace be unto you
Peace be with you

Whenever you have hardship
You are in such pain
Jesus will sing you this lovely refrain
Remember that Jesus
The friend of your heart
Says peace be unto you

Peace be unto you
Peace be unto you
Peace be with you

He is The Almighty
Yet He is your best friend
He'll be right there with you
Right up to the end!
Remember that Jesus
Your Savior and your Love
Says peace be unto you

Peace be unto you
Peace be unto you

Peace be with you


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/12/2011
I'm going to my wellness camp this morning... So I will not be on site for a few hours. But I wish you all peace... The peace that passes all understanding. The peace that only comes through the spirit. Let's try to put aside our differences today and just be peaceful in our souls. Therein lies happiness!

♡ Catherine

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 Jun 2016
Dorothy A
I raise up my hands to heaven
and say to God,
"Pick me up
Embrace me
Love me"
But then I shrink back
and I insist
that God must be hurt
by my exposed, broken shards

"I am not whole,
and not huggable
My pain is like thorns
that cut and inflict"
And so I look away with remorse

But God answers me
as only He can do, saying,
"Then we have a lot in common
Or did you forget the cross?
My Son on it?
Jesus, who was the most
broken of all"

I agree that I do...
I must!
But still...

"A nail in a hand
A wreath of thorns for a crown
He died quite damaged
for those like you
Yet was I not there to embrace Him
and welcome Him home?"

In spite of my tears, I reason
My mind and heart agree
So my Father and I embrace
and I accepted God's grace

After all
May 1996
 Jun 2016
Micah
Small* eyes that slowly grow,
See beautiful worlds turn ******,
Sense that arrogance in people,
Sensuality turning minds lonely.

But, unspared this onslaught,
I hear thoughts within the dark recesses of my mind,
That shame and shock me,
Fearing to dig further, afraid of what I’ll find.

Chasing love into barren deserts,
Mirages and illusions leave me thirsty,
In the race to fill up the hole in your heart,
I am begging for love, where could it be?

Turn slowly to the lies we’re fed,
Inside and over time, we change our sights,
Till the point that rational belief is lost,
My disbelief with blind faith would fight.

One day I stood on the precipice of truth,
And love that overwhelms, I found it,
Hopelessness wasn’t my life anymore,
Because rags do not a prince befit.

Finally when his love overpowers my every doubt,
And we surrender to the flood of heaven,
That void inside is at last, filled,
With forgiveness, seven times seventy seven.

So if you struggle to believe in a god,
Who loves, lives and sets you free,
Get down on your knees and say,
“God if you are there, Show yourself to me”
 Jun 2016
Aaron Combs
There was a dream. A dream of a
long road that led to
a rock. Beside the rock was a
snake and the pigeon
were meeting there,
the hummingbird
and crocodile were
resting before the grass,
and darkness was behind
us.

The hills were flat
and the deserts was covered in roses.
The land was filled with animals of
every kind in perfect unity surrounded
by a lights of beauty and wonder filled all
along the rivers and trees, calming the
world with grace and glory and awe.

My mother were there and father,
my friends some which at a time
were my enemies, and my people
gathered waiting for me.
I was home. I was home.

The eternal honey from the rock,
poured upon our feast,
love and light overwhelmed
the atmosphere.

In turn, fear's face was crushed,
tears and pain was a forgotten memory,
illness and disorder was alien, and the colors
of seven thousand rainbows danced in the air.

The surface of music sounded so perfect,
flowers sung around our yards and
rivers of waters between our mansions that we lived in,
and perfect praise was upon our lips.

We were robed in glory and our hearts magnified
the living Lord, our thoughts were pure,
and our bodies were perfectly whole.
My house was filled with glory and perfect love,
perfect love. I was home.

Then I saw fire which echoed
the sound of the world before the room
where the Lord stood, and there was chaos
in the land before where He heard the Earth's cries.

The movement, and passion of the Lord's
tears filled this one room, and brought me
in such distress, what room was this?

I heard people's homes were torn apart by rage and
hatred, men were slaughtered and women
ravaged, echoes of countless babies
tore through the Lord's heart.
The sound of curses stung his eyes,
and rebellion ripped his veins,
we heard the devil's laughter,
and people worshiping evil.
The Lord wept.

I shouted, "Lord what can we do, we must
do something, is there something we can do?"

He said nothing.

And the river of blood in his eyes, filled
with such compassion and heavy warmth,
almost like honey.

He held my hand, and then finally
replied, "I sent my only son to save the world,
for how I love them, so that
no one may fall but have an everlasting life . "

And then suddenly I woke up with
His tears in my eyes.

Filled with perfect love, I arose
from my bed. I ran outside
picked up a rock
headed toward that road.
This is a poem I have kept hidden for sometime, it is my jewel. Now I feel it is time, thank you for comments! :D Hope it's a great joy! :D
 Jun 2016
leona chaput
Jesus, so gently whispers His love for us
Jesus, with majesty, comes to hold us
Above our pain
Jesus, with victory claims our souls
He is the King of all heaven and earth
Rising above the clouds and serves
To heal us
Jesus, Jesus, take me with you
Jesus, the perfect God of all the nations
Knows our emotiosn, tried and all true
Jesus, so merciful, majestic and holy
Comes in His wonder, His meaning
Here on this earth
Jesus, so gently hears our prayers
Jesus, Jesus, tried and so true

                      BY:  Leona Chaput
Joseph was raised up from a pit,
to a position of respect.
Daniel was rescued from the lion's den,
because he put his trust in Him.
Moses was saved from his enemy Pharaoh,
and led God's people to a brighter tomorrow.
Christ was victorious over sin and death,
even the Cross was not His final breath.
And I too, as one of His,
shall follow in the footsteps of those gone before.
Though I find myself now in a place of
heartache and trouble,
where there are those who oppose me
and want to ***** out Your light in me,
You, O God, will raise me up,
and set my feet upon solid ground.
You will rescue me from those who want to bring me down.
And replace my tears of mourning
with a joyous song.
Whispers the heart, insisting and so soft,
"Life goes on. Death is not dying."
Faith, that is the message. Let His
will be done, however it works out.

Fears are there. Yes, they can consume.
They can strangle and inhibit the
very will to walk on. Ease them away,
He walks with you, soothing and firm.

We rumble through our eggshells,
rushing through buildings of steel.
Pushing, shoving, important in
our unimportance. Unbalanced.

We eat too much and love far
too little. Strain ours ears to
hear gossip and slander. Be
the image we pretend to be.

These are of such insignificance.
They are bottles of nothing, with
shaded glass. Emblems of issues
that are manufactured. Unfeeling.

The truth is in Him. When we
face trials of aggravations, tears
of lost hope, that is when we
need His care the most. Forgiven.

He has always been. He will
always be. He will glide the
care of the body if you give
Him the word. Yes, He answers.

So to Jesus, I appeal. I put my
trust and my fate. Though
blocked in fear, still I marvel,
that He is there for me. Amen.
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