Poetry

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    Great and Precious Promises

    Promise of love that will never forsake us, Nothing in heaven or earth can divide Those who believe and the Savior Who loves them; He intercedes Who has suffered and died. Promise of hope in a sure expectation, For He has risen and lives evermore. Confidence swelling in anticipation, Watching each day for our soon-coming Lord. Promise of grace for today's tribulation, Grace for this moment and grace for this need; Given in measure sufficient, exceeding, When at the mercy seat boldly we plead. Promise of peace that the world cannot give us, Peace which endures though the mountains remove; Peace that will keep heart and mind in the turmoil,…

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    The Hands of God

    The hands of God have formed the earth, And spun the planets in the sky; Appointed bounds for raging seas, Ordained the years that swift roll by. His hands have scattered all the stars, And weighed the mountain in a scales. He stretched the heavens like a tent; Upholds all things so none shall fail. His hands have fashioned man from dust; He formed you in your mother's womb, Protecting, covering hands of love, Created you in secret gloom. He wrote your members in His book, Before He fashioned each as planned, Your breath, your life, your times, your days, Are in the hollow of His hand. His hands were…

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    His Story

    As I wrote this poem, I pictured our lives represented by a story. I pictured God planning to write the story of your life and my life—planning the joys, the sorrows, the changes, the unexpected—and in love, penning a story that is not really any of ours. It’s His, for His glory. An Author wise prepared to write A story fresh and new, And never was a pencil grasped By Hand more kind and true. His eyes into the future looked, As only He could see, From the beginning to the end, This life that was to be. "I'll write of joy and answered prayer, Of treasured blessings great, Of…

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    Enough for Me

    Hello friends! This poem, written by one of my favorite hymnwriters, is such a blessing to me that I just had to share it with you! I’m sure you’re familiar with a number of hymns by Frances Ridley Havergal, but chances are you’ve never seen this one. So beautifully articulated, may this poem be the cry of our hearts as we thirst after Christ and are satisfied in Him. I am so weak, dear Lord, I cannot stand One moment without Thee; But oh, the tenderness of Thine enfolding And oh, the faithfulness of Thine upholding, And oh, the strength of Thy right hand. That strength is enough for me!…

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    No Condemnation

    This poem is based on John 8:2-11 and inspired by a sermon at my church several years ago. She stood guilty and trembling before Him that day, Condemned and undone, with nothing to say. Thrown on her knees in the dust before Christ, She knew that justice demanded her life. She looked up and saw the look on His face, Though Justice pursued her, she knelt before Grace. And as her accusers came circling around, Jesus stooped over and wrote on the ground. One by one, all the men who surrounded her left, Of their self-righteousness fully bereft. "Where are thine accusers?" He questioned her then, "Hath no man condemned…

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    The Locked Door

    Hello to all my readers! It’s been awhile since we had a guest writer, so today I’m excited to share this poem, written by a dear friend. We’ve long enjoyed exchanging poems, just as we enjoy many conversations encouraging each other in the Lord. Her poem was a blessing to me when I read it; I will hope it will be for you as well. And a big thank you for sharing, Annabelle! đź’ś When in a circumstance that’s hard, I’m tempted to put forth my hand And tamper with a door that’s barred That seems to lead to Promise Land. And if I force the door that’s locked, When…

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    A Soul-winning Prayer

    Open my eyes, Lord, and give me Your heart Towards those around me; the lost in their sin, May all that would hinder Your shining depart, May they see Jesus, dwelling within. Help me to listen and help me to wait, Help me to see a soul You died to save, Help me to tell them before it’s too late, Fill me with hope that is steadfast and brave. Help me to focus, and teach me to pray— Help me to see someone precious to You, Time is now hastening, slipping away, Give me the love that must mingle with truth. Lord, hear this prayer that I earnestly bring, Give…

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    God’s Own Time

    And therefore will the Lord wait, that he may be gracious unto you, and therefore will he be exalted, that he may have mercy upon you: for the Lord is a God of judgment: blessed are all they that wait for Him (Isaiah 30:18). God is never in a hurry, but He's always right on time, Though to human eyes and viewpoint it may seem that He's behind, Yet to waiting there's a purpose that our eyes can't always see, And the reason that He tarries may be hid from you and me. God is never in a hurry, but He's always right on time, And His ways are far…

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    Are We Ready?

    Based on Luke 22:31-34 and John 21:15-22 “Lord, I am ready,” said Jesus’ disciple, “Both to go with Thee to prison and death, Gladly I’ll lay down my life in Thy service, Yield up for Thy name my very last breath.” Sadly, the Lord looked upon His disciple, “Later today thou shalt Me thrice deny, Thou art not ready yet, though thou art willing, First to thyself and thy sin thou must die.” Often, we say as the eager disciple, “Lord, I am ready whatever the cost, Bid me go anywhere, do something for Thee, Oh, let me spend and be spent in Thy cause.” Looks still the Master upon…

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    Beyond the Manger

    Beyond the manger shines a star, Its glory bright against the sky, To soon be dimmed and blotted out; A Baby had been born to die. Deep buried in His mother’s heart, There trembles fear of future loss. The sword of grief would rend apart; Beyond the manger is a cross. He gave His life, His sinless life, His precious blood, an offering; He was the needed sacrifice, That God and man together brings. Above in dazzling glory bright, Brighter than dawning ever shone, In majesty to blind the sight; Beyond the cross, there is a throne. And round that throne, all dressed in white, The blood-washed souls He died…