Who Am I To Say
Poet: Grace N Crowell
We come to God by devious ways,
and who am I to say
That the road I take is the only road,
My way, the better way?
All earnest hearts that seek for God
can find Him like a flame,
Down every road, no matter what
his creed, or what his name.
So whether we may pause to pray
where great cathedrals shine,
Or in some little weathered church,
or at some wayside shrine,
The sincere travelers will arrive
where the welcoming home lights shine,
Although the countless thousands
take a different road from mine.
You don't know how much you've grown - until trouble comes back for an encore.
T. D. Jakes
How Does One Know?
Poet: Greta Zwaan, ©2010
How does one know what lies in store?
Can we prepare for tomorrow?
When our life's plans are altered and chaos descends,
Are we deluged by pity and sorrow?
Do we take things in stride as each day appears?
Do we patiently strive to keep hoping?
Do we trust in the fact that God's in control,
And He's capable of more than just coping?
He understands the valley I'm in,
He knows the trials I am bearing.
He sees the tears that freely flow,
It seems it's all so despairing.
Why does God allow such things,
Why doesn't He assist me?
Why turn His back when I have such needs,
And He constantly resists me?
Whatever lessons I must learn,
Whatever task is assigned me,
Keep my eyes stayed on Your love,
Hold me tight; remind me:
That in the dark, bleak days I'll know,
You are there, beside me,
No power on earth can change that fact,
My God! I know You'll guide me.
It is only by living completely in this world that one learns to have faith.
How completely satisfying to turn from our limitations to a God who has none.
A. W. Tozer
Always pray to have eyes that see the best, a heart that forgives the worst, a mind that forgets the bad, and a soul that never loses faith.
One reason sin flourishes is that it is treated like a cream puff rather than a rattlesnake.