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 Jun 2015
Zoe
These hands hang down
and my heart droops within;
these feet are tired - my back sags
shouldering so much,
visible and invisible.
Oh Lord, sustain me,
I pray!
Lend me
strength to
continue,
lest I should
fall and not
be able
to get
up.

...
 Jun 2015
Mike Hauser
Every day feels like Christmas
For the gifts that God doest bring
Immanuel here with us
Glory to the risen King

Enjoying daily His presence
The gift we all can share
In perfect harmony His essence
A sweet fragrance in the air

Wrapped up in forgiveness
Done up in a bow of grace
That is why it feels like Christmas
Every single day
 Jun 2015
Chelsea Patton
When the urges are to high,
take some time to breath..

I know is hard to breath then,
but you will get through this..

This storm won't last forever,
take some time to look back at your life.

It may seem like it was horrible and not worth the memory's,
but your wrong..

God put you here for a reason.

So when you get those thoughts and urges.
Just take 15 minutes and,
breath, and try to relax.
Do something that will get your mind of those things.

God will never put something in your life,
that he knows you can't handle.
You can get through it with his help,
and your strength in him..
Hope you guys like it comment if you want :)
 Jun 2015
Mike Hauser
Lord,
     *You see me as a saint
     While I see myself a sinner
     You see me on the next page
     As I'm stuck on this one dog eared
     You see me as beyond myself
     I see me where I'm at
     You see me like nobody else
     Please help me to grasp that fact


Lord,
     You see me through your sacrifice
     I fall down on my knees
     You see me through the breath of life
     In you I need to breathe
     You see me in pure love
     A love I'd love to have
     You tell me that you are enough
     Please help me to grasp that fact


Lord,**
     *You see me in eternity
     I see myself finite
     You see me beyond the veil of humanity
     I've yet to turn on that light
     You see me as your greatest creation
     I see all that I lack
     Over me you have elation
     Please help me to grasp that fact
rained heavy on the forlorn
white stone

April dusk had stood still
on deserted lane

iron gate to the lawn
showed mossed sleepy graves

tiptoed on the overgrown grass
for epitaph hard to read

Expect great things from God
opened eyes to more widely catch

Attempt great things for God
couldn't ruin it the ravage of years

outside tombstone waited a world
in the drizzle echoed the missionary's deathless sermon.
Reflections on my visit to William Carey's grave at Serampore, West Bengal, India.
William Carey (1761-1834) was a missionary and reformer who worked in India.
He may have done more for modern missions work than any other man who ever lived with the exception of Saint Paul.
The words in bold are his epigram.
Please note the first line of each stanza has 5 words and the words in the second lines increase from 2 to 8.
 Jun 2015
Robert Blankenship
Why are our minds so filled
With worthless useless thoughts
Things that have no worth
Things we should think not

Why can we not focus
On what is good and kind and right
Think on thoughts that edify
And escape the dark thoughts of night

The things we let into our mind
An image a word a sound
Are sown as seed and planted there
Growing till only those thoughts abound

Be ever mindful of the crop
That in your mind you grow
For what it is we think
Over time we shall surley sow
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