What God Hath Promised

Annie Johnson Flint

God hath not promised
skies always blue,
Flower strewn pathways
all our lives through;
God hath not promised
sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,
peace without pain.

But God hath promised
strength for the day,
Rest for the labor,
Light for the way,
Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy,
Undying love.

Jesus, Our Lord!
Greta Zwaan, © 2004

You could have walked the streets of heaven, yet You tread the dusty roads of earth;
When You could have had the praise of angels, You came to man in lowly birth.
When all the world was in Your power, and heaven bent at Your command,
When sun and moon and stars depended on being, guided by Your hand.

When God Your Father walked beside You, streets of gold beneath Your feet,
Cherubims to do Your bidding; sweet perfection, whole, complete.
We weren't worthy when You sought us, fact is You weren't wanted here;
At Your birth when some would worship, Herod's heart was filled with fear.

You disrupted plans of grandeur; after all, he had great power,
Every man should bow before him, now You have destroyed his tower.
Yet You knew all this would happen, knew man's heart was filled with greed,
No one willing to acknowledge, no one listening as You plead.

No one to denounce their lifestyle, but to carry on in sin,
Disregarding Your true power, no desire to let You in.
When You knew that we'd reject You, still compassion was Your guide,
Even though man kept on fighting, leaning on their foolish pride.

That's what caused the first rebellion, listening to the serpents' plea,
When he said, "It's fruit of knowledge, it is meant to set men free."
And from then the war was endless, all commandments were ignored,
Even though God, in His mercy, searched for man to be restored.

So You came, not in great splendour, came to rescue fallen man,
Lived in poverty and hardship, lived obeying God's command.
Yes, the holy halls of heaven knew there was no other way,
But they had the glorious prospect that You would return one day.

Meanwhile, angels felt the solace, felt the void when Christ was gone,
But His place, reserved in glory, would eternally live on.
For with God, time has no measure, a thousand years are as a day,
It's on earth that there are limits, then God calls that soul away.

Are you ready for His coming? Have you set your heart aright?
Is your soul prepared for glory should the Saviour come tonight?

How Do I Praise You
Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 2008

O Lord, our Lord, how wonderful You are! You have been part of all our days,
Since the beginning of time You were there, discerning and checking our ways.
We're not aware of the time that You spend, or at least we tend not to be,
We are engrossed in our own little world, as if that is how to be free.

But Lord, in Your marvelous grace and Your care, Your knowledge of our innermost thought,
Have brought us the choice of eternal life; through Jesus our freedom was bought.
How can we thank You? What can we say? Is there a response You desire?
Can we pay back a part of this debt? To what would You have us aspire?

You are so holy, we are so frail, so far beyond what You seek,
We roam about in our own selfish way, seldom hearing You speak.
Your still, small voice seems so far away, it's the noise of the world that attracts,
We'd rather not deal with restrictions at all, its hard enough handling the facts.

But if it's Your will to transform us from this, to teach us the way we should go;
It's only when You intervene in our lives and show us what we ought to know.
Though we can't attain to the standards You set, the least we can do is to try,
To be wary of sin, faithful in love, all earthly enticements deny.

With Your assistance and in Your strength, give me the grace to be true,
Then I will daily sing of Your praise; my voice shall ring out, "I LOVE YOU!"

Conditions To Be Met
Greta Zwaan, © 2004

Before you serve you must obey, you cannot walk at will,
There's guidance for your daily walk, the Voice says, "Peace, be still."
You must discern the truth of God and recognize your sin,
Be willing to release its hold before God enters in.

You must relinquish all the claims you've held so firm and dear,
That independent will of yours will have to disappear.
You must regard the will of God superior to your own,
Remove the idols that you have, let God be God alone.

Don't use Him as a Sunday crutch, don't serve Him just one hour,
For every weekday too is His, He claims it through His power.
But God will not distort your plans, you must come willingly;
He'll never press a soul to change, you have to hear His plea.

Commit your way unto the Lord, He calls, He waits, He hears;
There is no sin He can't erase amid this vale of tears.
When you are willing to obey, the past is cast aside,
The slate is cleaned by Jesus' blood, no sinner is denied.

When wholly cleansed, completely clean, no errors to confess,
Then Jesus says, "Come serve with Me and watch how I will bless."
Complete denial of worldly lusts, a willingness to go;
Committed to the cause of Christ, His strength He will bestow.

You have no power of your own, but through Him you'll acquire,
The faith that brings you to your knees, refined as if by fire.
A vessel for the Master's use, a tool within His hand;
You are equipped to serve Him well, on any foreign land.

Sayings That Offer Further Food For Thought:

There is nothing that humankind can accomplish without the grace of God providing the way.
Byron R. Pulsifer

You don't know how much you've grown-until trouble comes back for an encore.
T.D. Jakes

The test of whether we have truly found the peace of God will be in how face the sufferings which befall us.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Walking in humility isn't focusing on what we are NOT; rather, it's declaring what God is.
A. W. Tozer

If God answers 'Yes', He is increasing your faith. If 'Wait', He is increasing your patience. If 'No', He has something better for you.
Nicky Gumbel

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