Awaken my soul with glorious wonder.
Awaken my soul with glorious splendor.
Awaken my soul to You my King.
Like the air that I breath I want to yearn for You.
You are the captain of my soul and the treasure of my heart.
Help me put my hand in Your hand and follow only You.
I'm sorry I'm scared to do it Lord, but I know You will
do it if I let You have the driver's seat.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
The Human Touch By Spencer Michael Free
'Tis the human touch in this world that counts,
The touch of your hand and mine,
Which means far more to the fainting heart
Than shelter, bread and wine;
For shelter is gone when the night is o'er,
And bread lasts only a day
But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice
Sing on in the soul always.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Things Needful -- Valley of Vision
Thou Eternal Source,
Author of all created being and happiness,
I adore thee for making man capable
of religion,
that he may be taught to say:
‘Where is God, my Maker, who giveth
songs in the night?’
But degeneracy has spread over our
human race,
turning glory into shame,
rendering us forgetful of thee.
We know it is thy power alone
that can recall wandering children,
can impress on them a sense of divine things,
and can render that sense lasting and effectual;
From thee proceed all good purposes and desires,
and the diffusing of piety and happiness.
Thou hast knowledge of my soul’s secret
principles,
and art aware of my desire to spread the gospel.
Make me an almoner to give thy
bounties to the indigent,
comfort to the mentally ill,
restoration to the sin-diseased,
hope to the despairing,
joy to the sorrowing,
love to the prodigals.
Blow away the ashes of unbelief by
thy Spirit’s breath
and give me light, fire, and warmth of love.
I need spiritual comforts
that are gentle, peaceful, mild, refreshing,
that will melt me into conscious lowliness
before thee,
that will make me feel and rest in thee
as my All.
Fill the garden of my soul with the wind of love,
that the scents of the Christian life may be
wafted to others;
then come and gather fruits to thy glory.
So shall I fulfil the great end of my being –
to glorify thee and be a blessing to men.
Author of all created being and happiness,
I adore thee for making man capable
of religion,
that he may be taught to say:
‘Where is God, my Maker, who giveth
songs in the night?’
But degeneracy has spread over our
human race,
turning glory into shame,
rendering us forgetful of thee.
We know it is thy power alone
that can recall wandering children,
can impress on them a sense of divine things,
and can render that sense lasting and effectual;
From thee proceed all good purposes and desires,
and the diffusing of piety and happiness.
Thou hast knowledge of my soul’s secret
principles,
and art aware of my desire to spread the gospel.
Make me an almoner to give thy
bounties to the indigent,
comfort to the mentally ill,
restoration to the sin-diseased,
hope to the despairing,
joy to the sorrowing,
love to the prodigals.
Blow away the ashes of unbelief by
thy Spirit’s breath
and give me light, fire, and warmth of love.
I need spiritual comforts
that are gentle, peaceful, mild, refreshing,
that will melt me into conscious lowliness
before thee,
that will make me feel and rest in thee
as my All.
Fill the garden of my soul with the wind of love,
that the scents of the Christian life may be
wafted to others;
then come and gather fruits to thy glory.
So shall I fulfil the great end of my being –
to glorify thee and be a blessing to men.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Alas by Shawn L (circa 1997)
Alas, my love, we have awakened.
Awakened from our unforgettable slumber.
I feel the new life in us rise.
Can you feel the cloud shapes swarm?
Can you feel the flood begin to form?
I can't wait 'till it just begins to happen---
Falling down beneath the scorched earth.
The cracks dig deep that our failures left behind.
I can see it falling down on us.
It's falling from the sky on this desert we once called home.
Watch it renew our hearts as we dance in the rain.
I've never felt such peace knowing that
I am loved by the creator of heaven & earth and by you.
All of this since we are precious & honored in His sight.
All of this because of His love for us.
WOW! (Isaiah 43:19 , 43:4)
Isaiah 43:19 See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland.
Isaiah 43:4 Since you are precious and honored in my sight,
and because I love you,
I will give people in exchange for you,
nations in exchange for your life.
Awakened from our unforgettable slumber.
I feel the new life in us rise.
Can you feel the cloud shapes swarm?
Can you feel the flood begin to form?
I can't wait 'till it just begins to happen---
Falling down beneath the scorched earth.
The cracks dig deep that our failures left behind.
I can see it falling down on us.
It's falling from the sky on this desert we once called home.
Watch it renew our hearts as we dance in the rain.
I've never felt such peace knowing that
I am loved by the creator of heaven & earth and by you.
All of this since we are precious & honored in His sight.
All of this because of His love for us.
WOW! (Isaiah 43:19 , 43:4)
Isaiah 43:19 See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland.
Isaiah 43:4 Since you are precious and honored in my sight,
and because I love you,
I will give people in exchange for you,
nations in exchange for your life.
Quote from Jonathan Edwards "Charity and it's Fruits"
"It is from the breathings of the same Spirit that the Christian's love arises, both towards God and men. The Spirit of God is a spirit of love. And therefore when the Spirit of God enters into the soul, love enters. God is love, and he who has God dwelling in him by his Spirit will have love dwelling in him. The nature of the Holy Spirit is love; and it is by communicating himself, or his own nature, that the hearts of the saints are filled with love or charity." Jonathan Edwards __Charity & It's Fruits__
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Quote from Jonathan Edwards "Charity and it's Fruits"
"Do you think the injuries you have received from your fellow-man are more than you have offered to God? Has your enemy been more base, more unreasonable, more ungrateful, than you have to the High and Holy One? Have his offenses been more heinous or aggravated, or more in number, than yours have been against your Creator, Benefactor, and Redeemer? Have they been more provoking and exasperating than your sinful conduct has been to him who is the author of all our mercies, and to whom you are under the highest obligations?"
Friday, October 21, 2011
Singularity by Shawn L
Here I stand in the sight of the infinite.
One in a million.
My eyes see only a small glipse of it all, but I see enough.
How could a man like me wish for anything else?
How incredible it all is!
How great His love is!
How could it be?
How could a finger do all this yet tear the curtain with His body?
Something I will never understand, but something I will always cherish.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Come To Us by Shawn L
Never again will it happen.
The light will fade from the sky.
The moon will not shine anymore.
The Son of God will be our light.
In His radiance we will see so clear.
The Sun will never set again.
And the moon will never let forth its lights.
When the day of perfection comes
We will see God ... So let's keep our hearts pure.
Come quickly so we can see You!
Please ... Come and be our Light.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
"One Year To Live" by Mary Davis Reed
(Shawn L Note : I think of a friend named Heather when I read this poem)
If I had but one year to live;
One year to help; one year to give;
One year to love; one year to bless;
One year of better things to stress;
One year to sing; one year to smile;
To brighten earth a little while;
I think that I would spend each day,
In just the very self-same way
That I do now. For from afar
The call may come to cross the bar
At any time, and I must be
Prepared to meet eternity.
So if I have a year to live,
Or just a day in which to give
A pleasant smile, a helping hand,
A mind that tries to understand
A fellow-creature when in need,
‘Tis one with me, —I take no heed;
But try to live each day He sends
To serve my gracious Master’s ends.
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