Tuesday, July 28, 2015

We're Going Home to Glory Soon

We're going home to glory soon,
To see the City bright,
To walk the golden streets of Heaven,
And bask in God's own light;
But some of you are out of Christ,
And held by many a snare,
We cannot leave you lost and lone,
We want you over there!

The pearly gates will open wide,
And we shall enter in,
To know henceforth no tear or sigh
No sorrow and no sin;
O come with us by Jesus' blood,
That land is bright and fair,
We cannot leave you lost and lone,
We want you over there!

We come to tell the story true
Of love so rich and free,
A crucified and loving Lord
Has grace for you and me:
O, listen to His loving voice,
O part with sin and care,
We cannot leave you lost and lone,
We want you over there!

We know the time is fleeting fast,
The Lord is near at hand,
O sinner seek the ark of grace,
Its doors wide open stand;
Christ will not always waiting be,
To trifle do not dare,
We cannot leave you lost and lone,
We want you over there!

We're Going Home to Glory Soon by Matilda Bass

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Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Calm, Because God Is Sovereign

Calm. Peace. Inner rest no matter the external turmoil. We seem to be in constant search for it, and yet it continues to elude us.

Such peace cannot come from human effort. No amount of positive thinking or meditation will effect this peace.

But God promises us His peace that surpasses all understanding. In Philippians 4, Paul details how we find this peace. Instead of looking inward at what we can bring to the situation, we need to look to God.

Rejoice in the Lord. And, not just when things are going well, but always. Even when there is strife. Even when there is hurt. Even when there is pain. Even when there is no admission of guilt or wrongdoing. Even then.

Be known as a gentle and reasonable person. Are you prone to flying off the handle? Are you inclined to blow up at the slightest provocation? Instead of responding in anger, respond with gentleness.

How can you manage to do that? Because God is near, and He is in control of all things, even those little annoying things.

Since He is in control, we do not need to worry about anything. Instead, in and by faith, we turn to Him and pour out our needs, desires, frustrations, and wishes before Him. He alone has the power to do anything about them anyways.

As we rely upon Him in prayer and gratefulness, our eyes are turned away from our turmoil and directed to the God Who "is in the heavens" and Who "does all that He pleases." As we focus on God, our inner turmoil calms, regardless of what happens to our external circumstances. Our God is in control.

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Tuesday, July 07, 2015

Abide with Me

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings;
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea.
Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile,
And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee.
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Abide with Me by Henry Francis Lyte

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