We Can Rejoice

Photography, Praise

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I have shared my peony blooms before and it will always be one of my favorite flowers. To me, it does remain lovely after losing its petals and only the seed pod is left. I have shown pictures of that before on the blog.  But even with the beauty that brings to us, the fact remains that it’s here for just a short time.  It is so wonderful that we can say and rejoice in knowing that God’s love remains, and is here with us forever.

 

Isaiah 40:8 (HCSB)

The grass withers, the flowers fade, but the word of our God remains forever. 

 

John 3:16 (HCSB)

For God loved the world in this way: He gave His One and Only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life.

The Savior’s Love and Grace

Photography, Praise

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               The Savior’s Love and Grace

In the quietness and stillness, as we sat,

We heard the power of God’s truth spoken to us.

Understanding the greatness of salvation and recognizing sin,

      We felt a renewal of the Savior’s love and grace.

Because He Lives

Praise

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Because He Lives   by Bill Gaither

God sent His son, they called Him, Jesus;
He came to love, heal and forgive;
He lived and died to buy my pardon,
An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives!

Chorus
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives, all fear is gone;
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living,
Just because He lives!

How sweet to hold a newborn baby,
And feel the pride and joy he gives;
But greater still the calm assurance:
This child can face uncertain days because He Lives
!

Chorus
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives, all fear is gone;
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living,
Just because He lives!

And then one day, I’ll cross the river,
I’ll fight life’s final war with pain;
And then, as death gives way to victory,
I’ll see the lights of glory and I’ll know He lives!

Chorus
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives, all fear is gone;
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living,
Just because He lives!

By Bill Gaither 

A Sacrifice So Amazing

Praise

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When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

1 When I survey the wondrous cross
on which the Prince of Glory died,
my richest gain I count but loss,
and pour contempt on all my pride.

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

3 See from His head, His hands, His feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown?

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were a present far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.

Text: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Music: Lowell Mason, 1792-1872

 

Go Tell It In The Mountains

Praise

Go Tell It On The Mountains

While shepherds kept their watching
Over silent flocks by night,
Behold throughout the heavens,
There shone a holy light:

Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

The shepherds feared and trembled
When lo! above the earth
Rang out the angel chorus
That hailed our Saviour’s birth:

Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

Down in a lowly manger
Our humble Christ was born
And God send us salvation,
That blessed Christmas morn:

Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

When I am a seeker,
I seek both night and day;
I seek the Lord to help me,
And He shows me the way:

Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

He made me a watchman
Upon the city wall,
And if I am a Christian,
I am the least of all.

Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

I remember the nursing choral group I sang in when in college performed this song at several functions along with other songs. So many things I can not remember but I praise God for bits and pieces and for His son Jesus.

Go Tell It on the Mountain” is an African-American spiritual song, compiled by John Wesley Work, Jr., dating back to at least 1865, that has been sung and recorded by many gospel and secular performers. It is considered a Christmas carol because its original lyrics celebrate the Nativity of Jesus: From Wikipedia

Just Give Me Jesus

Praise

What is this sadness that I feel. This grief that overwhelms me to despair, when I think of you on the cross. Your life you gave, for my sin.

Temptation, mocking and ridicule, you endured all of this. Pain, rudeness, disrespect continued to the end. All of this you endured for my sin.

You said, “It’s finished”. You suffered and paid the debt for all sin. I will never be alone. Your follower I will be.

JUST GIVE ME JESUS

 

Sailing Through Life

Photography, Poetry, Praise

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My first post of the new year. How wonderful to start a new year on this blog.   Thank you to all my followers and supporters.

As we sail through life.

The waves may be rough and high.

If Jesus is our captain,

Peace will abide.

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Peace and Comfort

Photography, Praise

Feeling prayers everywhere.                                                                                                                           Knowing God is with you.                                                                                                                               Brings peace and comfort.                                                                                                                             That nothing else can do.

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