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In the spring and in the autumn,
in the calm and in the storm.
I give thanks to You, O Lord.

In my sorrow and in my joy,
in times of bounty and times of uncertainty.
I give thanks to You, O Lord.

In times of darkness.
In times of sickness.
In times of abundance.
In times of youthful vitality.

In times when I do not understand why.

I give thanks to You, O Lord.

In days of rest; and days of stress.
In days of struggle; and days of hopefulness.
I give thanks to You, O Lord.

In every season.
In every season.
I give thanks to You, O Lord.
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord,
unto me. (Thomas Chisholm, 1923)
I give thanks.
To Thee.
Today is Thanksgiving Day in Canada.  I am overwhelmed with gratitude over all God has given me.
amid scurrying feet
in the whirling humanity
with divided aims
and sizzling brains
she paused with singularity of purpose

never in a hurry, more at peace
on a park bench, alone
bent and weird, she sat.
when she moved
her bones creaked
on rusty hinges!

ragged in dress, torn in body,
face scourged by Time,
its contours deep like ravines
her withered *******
hanging like nests of tailor birds
hair lying disheveled,
with eyes shrouded in mist
she looked out into the sinking sun,
never dreading the darkness that falls

the park bench was her temporary halt

she sat there every evening
determined to live on,
with the coins habitually dropped
into her outstretched hands
by those sailing past her
unobtrusive self.

like a monument of patience
she sat.
sat, so alone!
My heart aches for my daughters.
My heart aches for my son.
My soul longs for them to know
how much the Father loves them.
But they will not hear my words,
which fall upon deaf ears.
I must show them His love.
In how I live.
Showing mercy rather than judgement.
Living by faith instead of fear.

My heart aches.
My heart aches for them to know
the Good Shepherd.
Oh, how can I show them His ways?
Sometimes, there must be no words.
Sometimes the best thing I can do
is go into my room
and quietly pray.
Perhaps this is the best way...
Go into my closet.
My secret place.
Before Him.
Where I fall on my knees.
And quietly.
Pray.
To the God who hears.
And answers.
Openly.
"But when you pray, go into your most private room, close the door and pray to your Father who is in secret, and your Father who sees in secret will reward you." --Matt. 6:6, Holy Bible (amp)
In an age of persecution
When Christians died
For their beliefs
Apostle John wrote
Revelation
To encourage and
Bring relief

First century folk
Who held Jesus' tenants
Were martyred in
Most horrid ways
But John wrote about
His coming
Christ described the
End of Days.

The early faithful
Found their solace
In the Gospel
Sweet & pure
The Bible's WORD
Was ever spoken
And its precepts
Still endure

Modern man cannot
Believe it
Because he has
A hardened heart
But when tribulation
Finds him
Rest assured he'll come apart!

So we put our trust in Jesus?
IS He simply "fairy tale"?
Why did Christians
Sing their hearts out
When lit on fire and impaled?

How could they endure
Having their heads drilled
Molten lead then poured within?
How could could they
Be so calm & joyous
When lions tore them
Limb from limb?

Their contemporaries
Could not believe it!
When Christ was preached
It was received!
The Gospel forwarded
By each man dying
By their blood
The folk believed!

Now Christian people
Won't mention Jesus!
They give sin a little wink!
They're afraid of persecution
By caring what the
Lost may think!

Wake up, folks!
The toast is burning!
Give witnessing
The college try!
There are hearts
Who're out there yearning!
Cap'n Crunch waves us goodbye!

I may get flack
For this assertion
I may get comments
For to spare
I may get called
A backward person
People... I don't really care!

If I don't warn of
God's Judgment
Tribulations in this land
I'm not a Watchman on
The Wall here
And

your blood is on my hands!

I'll read & preach
From Revelation
The ending always
Helps us cope
Read the outcome
Of our suffering

It will give ETERNAL HOPE.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 9/27/2017
I'd love to write out the entire last chapter of Revelation. It is NOT a book of doom & destruction for believers at ALL! But a treatise of HOPE! Please find a bible & read it. It's not just a metaphor. It will be a TRUE EVENT! HEAVEN WILL COME TO EARTH!

♡♡ LOVE YOU ALL! ♡♡
Lord Jesus, Plower of my heart,
though the darkness descends around me
and heavy moods fall over me,
though the warm feelings of intimacy begin to fade
and encroaching melancholy threatens to set in
like a cold reversal of the winds,
still I will rejoice in Your presence with me,
for You are causing me to press beyond—
beyond the delightful sense of You
and into the delightful assurance of You.

If I know nothing else, I know that You are here,
You are faithful and You love me.
So I will keep clinging to that
when everything else seems to slip
like dust through my fingers
and all hope of good things
in this life grows dim.

I will cling to the promise
that You are clinging to me,
that You’ve got me no matter what,
that You are never leaving or letting go.
For You are the unchanging I AM
in my ever-changing circumstances,
through my ever-shifting emotions,
over my ever-shaking life
and around my ever-feeble heart.

Here is my hand, Lord Jesus.
I put it safely in Yours and trust You
to lead me through this dark night.
Work Your holy, harrowing fingers
deep into the soil of my heart
until every idol is uprooted,
every stone removed
and every broken place restored.
Thank You, Jesus.
I love You.
~~~

"But He knows the way that I take;
when He has tested me, I will come forth as gold."
~ Job 23:10

"You hem me in behind and before,
    and You lay Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
    too lofty for me to attain.
Where can I go from Your Spirit?
    Where can I flee from Your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, You are there;
    if I make my bed in the depths, You are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
    if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there Your hand will guide me,
    Your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, 'Surely the darkness will hide me
    and the light become night around me,'
even the darkness will not be dark to You;
    the night will shine like the day,
    for darkness is as light to You."
~ Psalm 139:5-12

"Trust in the LORD with all your heart
    and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to Him,
    and He will make your paths straight."
~ Proverbs 3:5-6

"...because God has said,
'Never will I leave you;
    never will I forsake you.'"
~ Hebrews 13:5b

~~~

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2CpU39tM0c
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Rainbow rose
Grows in my heart
It's roots & blossoms
Are pure art
They are silver
Solid gold
By their colors
I am whole

The purple petals
Are my pain
Emotions I cannot restrain
Passionate, I rise above
To my King,
The One I love!

The light then shifts
To indigo
Knowledge of the
Things You show
It lies within
All wisdom's womb
Bringing lilac to its bloom

When flowering blue
It brings me peace
That is when
All strivings cease
No turmoil in
A mind so worn
Proving You
Can calm the storm

The rose is green
When in the wild
God's creation -
His own child
It calls to mind
Meadows of grass
All of nature comes to pass

The crystal spectrum
Shifts once more
Brightest yellow
Is in store!
Inspiration!
It shimmers... shines!
Showing depth of
His great Mind

Orange for a sunset phase
Completion of the
Passing days
The color of the
Harvest moon
Low to the foothills
Waning soon

It shines then a scarlet red
For the blood
Which Jesus shed
Death couldn't
Keep Him in the grave!
He bled for me -
and I am saved!

Within my heart...
Within my SOUL
It is made of purest gold!
Lying in the
Stream which flows

He's my Savior...
RAINBOW ROSE!




SøułSurvivør
(C) 9/28/2017
I love Jesus with all my heart!
Give me not beautiful clothes.
And riches to hold.
Just a little.
But not too much.

Give me not success
and the approval of man.
To make me feel good
about who I am.
Just a little.
But not too much.

Give me not worldly pleasures,
and comfort beyond measure.
Just a little.
But not too much.

Give me not.
Everything my heart desires.
Lest I forget You.
Give me not.
That which could make me
think I don't need You.

Jesus.
Oh, Jesus.
Give me.
YOU.
More of YOU.
Not just a little.
But much.
Jesus is the only One who can truly fill the void in the human heart.  Everything else is temporal, fleeting, and changeable. His Love is unrelenting, forgiving, steadfast, and never changes. (Romans 8:35-39, Holy Bible). I have tried to fill the void in my heart with many different things, and nothing and no one has been able to satisfy the thirst in my soul like Jesus has. His Love is incomprehensible, and He offers His Love and forgiveness to everyone who will receive it and believe He died on the Cross and rose again on their behalf, to save them from sin, death, and hell. (John 3:16).  He offers this free gift of salvation to everyone. But just like a gift needs to opened and received, so His gift must be opened and received for it to benefit the receiver of that gift. To receive His offer is to receive life, love, forgiveness, and eternal life. But He will not force His gift on anyone, He offers it, and then waits for us to open the door of our heart to Him. To choose Him, is to choose Life!
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