Posted on 11/09/2006 6:49:58 PM PST by Knitting A Conundrum
Unless the LORD builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.
Psalm 127:1>
At this time, when feelings run high, the world seems crazy, and anger seems to be the one thing the peoples of the world have in common, I invite you, my fellow FReepers, to join me in prayers and meditation for guidance, God's help and for our fellow man, for America, our troops, and all our own needs.
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
William Bradbury
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the earth should change,
though the mountains shake in the heart of the sea;
though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble with its tumult.
Psalm 46: 1-3
Daily Light on the Daily Path
May 28
Morning
We await a Savior.
For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people, training us to renounce ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright, and godly lives in the present age, waiting for our blessed hope, the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ, who gave himself for us to redeem us from all lawlessness and to purify for himself a people for his own possession who are zealous for good works.—But according to his promise we are waiting for new heavens and a new earth in which righteousness dwells. Therefore, beloved, since you are waiting for these, be diligent to be found by him without spot or blemish, and at peace.
Christ, having been offered once to bear the sins of many, will appear a second time, not to deal with sin but to save those who are eagerly waiting for him.—It will be said on that day, “Behold, this is our God; we have waited for him, that he might save us. This is the Lord; we have waited for him; let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation.”
Phil. 3:20; Titus 2:11-14; 2 Pet. 3:13, 14; Heb. 9:28; Isa. 25:9
Jesus Paid it All {Lyrics: Elvina M. Hall, 1865. Composer: John T. Grape.}
I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone.
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim,
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down
All down at Jesus’ feet.
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
The Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ
Be with you All. (Rev.22:21)
BTTT
There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea;
There’s a kindness in His justice,
Which is more than liberty.
There is no place where earth’s sorrows
Are more felt than up in Heaven;
There is no place where earth’s failings
Have such kindly judgment given.
There is welcome for the sinner,
And more graces for the good;
There is mercy with the Savior;
There is healing in His blood.
There is grace enough for thousands
Of new worlds as great as this;
There is room for fresh creations
In that upper home of bliss.
For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of our mind;
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.
There is plentiful redemption
In the blood that has been shed;
There is joy for all the members
In the sorrows of the Head.
’Tis not all we owe to Jesus;
It is something more than all;
Greater good because of evil,
Larger mercy through the fall.
If our love were but more simple,
We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of our Lord.
Souls of men! why will ye scatter
Like a crowd of frightened sheep?
Foolish hearts! why will ye wander
From a love so true and deep?
It is God: His love looks mighty,
But is mightier than it seems;
’Tis our Father: and His fondness
Goes far out beyond our dreams.
But we make His love too narrow
By false limits of our own;
And we magnify His strictness
With a zeal He will not own.
Was there ever kinder shepherd
Half so gentle, half so sweet,
As the Savior who would have us
Come and gather at His feet?
~Frederick William Faber (1814-1863), founder of the community called “Brothers of the Will of God.”
Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide, till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none, hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone, still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed, all my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head with the shadow of Thy wing.
Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall—Lo! on Thee I cast my care;
Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive,
Hoping against hope I stand, dying, and behold, I live.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want, more than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy Name, I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found, grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound; make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art, freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart; rise to all eternity.
~Charles Wesley
For God alone my soul waits in silence, for my hope is from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken. On God rests my deliverance and my honor; my mighty rock, my refuge is in God. Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us.
~Psalm 62:5-8
Amen to your posts, Carb and Kitty.
Daily Light on the Daily Path
May 29
Morning
“For the life of the flesh is in the blood, and I have given it for you on the altar to make atonement for your souls, for it is the blood that makes atonement by the life.”
“Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!”—The blood of the Lamb.—The precious blood of Christ, like that of a lamb without blemish or spot.—Without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sins.—The blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin.
He entered once for all into the holy places, not by means of the blood of goats and calves but by means of his own blood, thus securing an eternal redemption.—Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the holy places by the blood of Jesus, by the new and living way that he opened for us through the curtain, that is, through his flesh . . . let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith.
You were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.
Lev. 17:11; John 1:29; Rev. 7:14; 1 Pet. 1:19; Heb. 9:22; 1 John 1:7; Heb. 9:12; Heb. 10:19, 20, 22; 1 Cor. 6:20
LORD, your Word really says that we should glorify you in our bodies. No talk there of self indulgence, or looking for the next opportunity to satisfy all my desires.
LORD, this day and ever, help me learn to put your desires for my life first, always first.
You gave your only Son.
Let me give my entire life in a new way.
Bless those who cry out to you today.
Guide those seeking your will.
Answer those who wait patiently for you.
You are Good and your Mercy endures FOREVER.
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/n/e/nercross.htm
Jesus, keep me near the cross,
There a precious fountain
Free to all, a healing stream
Flows from Calvary’s mountain.
Refrain
In the cross, in the cross,
Be my glory ever;
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river.
Near the cross, a trembling soul,
Love and mercy found me;
There the bright and morning star
Sheds its beams around me.
Refrain
Near the cross! O Lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day,
With its shadows o’er me.
Refrain
Near the cross I’ll watch and wait
Hoping, trusting ever,
Till I reach the golden strand,
Just beyond the river.
—Fanny Crosby, 1869
BTTT
“Till I reach the golden strand,
Just beyond the river.”
~Fanny Crosby, 1869
“Let us cross over the river,
and rest under the shade of the trees.”
~dying words of Stonewall Jackson
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
I am bound for the promised land,
I am bound for the promised land;
Oh who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.
O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my sight!
Sweet fields arrayed in living green,
And rivers of delight!
There generous fruits that never fail,
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,
With milk and honey flow.
O’er all those wide extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns,
And scatters night away.
No chilling winds or poisonous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and feared no more.
When I shall reach that happy place,
I’ll be forever blest,
For I shall see my Father’s face,
And in His bosom rest.
Filled with delight my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;
Though Jordan’s waves around me roll,
Fearless I’d launch away.
~Samuel Stennett
Then Mr. HONEST called for his friends; and said unto them, “I die; but shall make no will. As for my honesty, it shall go with me: let him that comes after be told of this.” When the day that he was to be gone was come, he addressed himself to go over the river. Now the river at that time overflowed the banks in some places. But Mr. HONEST, in his lifetime, had spoken to one GOOD-CONSCIENCE to meet him there; the which he also did, and lent him his hand, and so helped him over. The last words of Mr. HONEST were, “Grace reigns.” So he left the world.
After this it was noised abroad that Mr. VALIANT-FOR-TRUTH was taken with a summons by the same post as the other; and had this for a token that the summons was true, that his pitcher was broken at the fountain.
“Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.”
~ Ecclesiastes 12:6 ~
When he understood it, he called for his friends, and told them of it. Then said he, “I am going to my Father’s; and though with great difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the trouble I have been at to arrive where I am. My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage; and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me that I have fought his battles who now will be my Rewarder.” When the day that he must go hence was come, many accompanied him to the riverside; into which as he went he said, “Death, where is thy sting?” And as he went down deeper, he said, “Grave, where is thy victory?” So he passed over; and all the trumpets sounded for him on the other side.
~John Bunyan, The Pilgrim’s Progress
http://acacia.pair.com/Acacia.John.Bunyan/Sermons.Allegories/Pilgrim.s.Progress/Pilgrim.Text/Part.Two/26.html
Dear Carb,
I can’t tell you how much I appreciated your post. John Bunyan has spoken to me forever and the strong Truth contained in his writings are a sword and flame.
I pray you will be Blessed greatly and deeply today.
Psa 84:4 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee. Selah.
And my heart is so grateful for the Friendship in the LORD from such Valiant ones as you and Kitty and Knitting.
Psa 31:21 Blessed be the LORD: for he hath showed me his marvelous kindness in a strong city.
And for the constant encouragement of E.G.C. who always agrees in prayer.
Psa 41:2 The LORD will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth: and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies.
Psa 65:4 Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and causest to approach unto thee, that he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, even of thy holy temple.
Psa 72:18 Blessed be the LORD God, the God of Israel, who only doeth wondrous things.
Amen
Give me oil in my lamp, keep it burning
Give me oil in my lamp I pray
Give me oil in my lamp, keep it burning
Burning, burning.
Keep it burning till the light of day
Sing Hosannah, sing Hosannah
Sing Hosannah to the King of Kings
Sing Hosannah, sing Hosannah
Sing Hosannah to the King!
Make me fishers of men keep me searching,
Make me fishers of men I pray
Make me fishers of men keep me searching,
Searching, searching,
Keep me searching till the light of day.
Sing Hosannah, sing Hosannah
Sing Hosannah to the King of Kings
Sing Hosannah, sing Hosannah
Sing Hosannah to the King!
Give me joy in my heart keep me praising
Give me joy in my heart I pray
Give me joy in my heart keep me praising
Praising, praising!
Keep me praising till the break of day.
Sing Hosannah, sing Hosannah
Sing Hosannah to the King of Kings
Sing Hosannah, sing Hosannah
Sing Hosannah to the King!
Give me love in my heart keep me serving
Give me love in my heart I pray
Give me love in my heart keep me serving
Serving, serving.
Keep me serving till the break of day.
Sing Hosannah, sing Hosannah
Sing Hosannah to the King of Kings
Sing Hosannah, sing Hosannah
Sing Hosannah to the King!
'Unto Him that Loved us,
And Washed us from our Sins
In His Own Blood,
And hath Made us
Kings and Priests
Unto God and His Father;
To Him be Glory and Dominion
Forever and Ever, amen!' (Rev.1:5,6)
Daily Light on the Daily Path
May 30
Morning
Let us therefore strive to enter that rest.
“Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction. . . . For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.”—“The kingdom of heaven has suffered violence, and the violent take it by force.”—“Do not labor for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give to you.”—Therefore, brothers, be all the more diligent to make your calling and election sure. . . . For in this way there will be richly provided for you an entrance into the eternal kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.—So run that you may obtain it. Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable.
Whoever has entered God’s rest has also rested from his works as God did from his.—The Lord will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory.
Heb. 4:11; Matt. 7:13, 14; Matt. 11:12; John 6:27; 2 Pet. 1:10, 11; 1 Cor. 9:24, 25; Heb. 4:10; Isa. 60:19
OH LORD, when anxieties mount and trouble seems everywhere, lead me in the paths of righteousness for your Name’s sake.
Help me to stand in that faith you have given and help me to rest in confident trust of You.
I will follow you.
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/l/t/ltchilgk.htm
Lord, Thy children guide and keep,
As with feeble steps they press
On the pathway rough and steep
Through the weary wilderness.
Holy Jesus, day by day,
Lead us in the narrow way.
There are stony ways to tread;
Give the strength we sorely lack.
There are tangled paths to thread;
Light us, lest we miss the track.
Holy Jesus, day by day,
Lead us in the narrow way.
There are sandy wastes that lie
Cold and sunless, vast and drear,
Where the feeble faint and die;
Grant us grace to persevere.
Holy Jesus, day by day,
Lead us in the narrow way.
There are soft and flowery glades
Decked with golden fruited trees,
Sunny slopes and scented shades;
Keep us, Lord, from slothful ease.
Holy Jesus, day by day,
Lead us in the narrow way.
Upward still to purer heights!
Onward yet to scenes more blest,
Calmer regions, clearer lights,
Till we reach the promised rests
Holy Jesus, day by day,
Lead us in the narrow way.
Amen.
BTTT
Daily Light on the Daily Path
June 1
Morning
But the fruit of the Spirit is . . . patience . . . gentleness.
“The Lord, the Lord, a God merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness.”
Walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love.—Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.—But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere.—Love is patient and kind.
In due season we will reap, if we do not give up.—Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and the late rains. You also, be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand.
Gal. 5:22, 23; Ex. 34:6; Eph. 4:1, 2; Eph. 4:32; Jas. 3:17; 1 Cor. 13:4; Gal. 6:9; Jas. 5:7, 8
OH LORD, When I read your Word, I see wars within me and not graciousness.
All impulse to do what is right and obedient comes from your Spirit alone, from the Spirit of your Son crying Abba, Father, in me.
I can not bring good treasure out of my heart unless you place it there.
I desire to do your will, Oh LORD.
Help me walk according to your Spirit.
Then I will walk without condemnation.
I rely upon you to direct my every thought today.
Lead me in the Way Everlasting.
Be Glorified in all the earth.
Amen.
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/c/o/comethou.htm
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
—Robert Robinson, 1758
This is your day, O Lord.
I commend myself, and all my brothers and sisters to your mercy and care.
Amen.
BTTT
Prayers for all on this thread, and for all their intentions.
I have asked all of you to pray for the traveling members of my family. I want to thank you all for my granddaughter’s safe trip to France and back. She flew to Paris one day before the tuberculosis man went on the exact same flight. Thank you all for covering her with prayer and keeping her from potential disease.
Prayers for all airline passengers who had to share their space and their air with the contaminated man. Lord, ward off the extra potent tb from all these contacts.
Our Lady, Health of the Sick, pray for them all.
Love you!
bp7
You Made me So Happy, God.
I saw Your Work,
And I Shouted for Joy. (Ps.92:4)
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