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GPS-God's Perfect Sight
An Angel I Will Send
I can't Find You God
Surrender All
Psalm 139
Father I Come
It Does Not Belong To Me
God on the Mountain by Lynda Randle
The Beauty Of His Love
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I Saw the Cross
Today I saw the Cross His Son – there he hung
He had to die – for me He did it all Why Father -
why must He hurt so much I saw His face pure agony A crown of thorns
pierced His head Blood tricking down his face
Father where are you He cried His arms spread
wide - the nails too I saw One accused Him – one
asked for forgiveness Yes He said - today – today
you will be with me I saw His face and tears
welled up Then I heard Him say – You too are mine
Come sit with me Yes at the foot of the Cross sit
with me Father why have you forsaken me He said
Jesus why did you have to do this for me I can do
it God – I can do it – I can fix myself Gently He
reminds me – No my child It’s mine to do – this
is not for you Then I heard Him say Father
forgive them for they don’t know Crying at the
foot of the cross I sit I look up - His face I
see - His head slumped down His eyes look at me –
my child he whispers it’s finished Really
you forgive me for all I’ve done Then I hear Him
shout Father it is finished The earth around
me shook – my heart I tremble - For me I ask –
You did it all for us In tears I kneel - Jesus
You did it all for me Please don’t go away I need
you so Deep in my heart I hear His voice Just
for a little while Don’t go I say – I can’t do it
on my own Now You please hold me – Father please
hold me Your Son – Your Son is gone They take
Him down and gently lay Him in the grave Days
pass by – grieving I try to sleep Then in the
distance I hear a shout A bright light fills the
sky He’s gone – that big stone to protect Him
It’s gone – someone got Him – He’s gone I run to
see – then stumble and fall Please Father where
has he gone From the ground I look up A bright
shining face - His eyes pierce my heart I jump
into His arms and He holds me tight Remember for
a while I said - now I’m back Please Jesus never
let me go I can’t do it on my own Be still my
child Look the cross is gone You’re mine – You
belong to me I’ll never let you go
You are Special A Poem I wrote for
some very Special Kids of Single Parents Base on
Psalm 139 - My very Favourite.
A
Psalm for Maria "God Calls Me
Special"
Oh Lord you know
Maria’s heart
You know everything about her
You will always Love her, just as she is
You know every move she makes
Even when you seem so far away
But that does not stop you from Loving
Maria
Jesus has closed the distance
Please make the path ahead for
Maria smooth
Deep in her heart she knows you are there
beside her
Please speak to her gently every day
Even when dark shadows are all around, whisper to her so that she hears you
Allow
Maria to know when to stop and rest
Father you know about us each moment,
what
we do or say You know what we are
going to say
Even before we say it, LORD
It’s me Maria Jesus,
please hear me
Sometimes there is some tough stuff in my
life Dear Father
Remember how you said I can come to You and
pray But sometimes I am afraid and fear
It’s me
Maria
Father
Do you hear me cry sometimes Jesus?
At times wrestling with you and asking why
Why do I feel as I do,
please hear me, even right now
I
know that You Father both walk in front of
me and follow me
You have placed your loving hand on my head
Please Jesus don’t forget
Maria, when she needs You Let her put her full trust in you
Please Father tell
Mariahow
special she is That you Love her no
matter what
Hear her Lord
-
Give
Maria Peace
each morning
The Sunrise and the Oceans too, belong to
you
Let the warmth of Your Heart, Jesus, guide
her everyday
Support her with
Your
strength
Give
Maria new hope for tomorrow
Please walk beside her every step she takes
In her Mother’s womb You made all the
delicate, inner parts of her
Thank you for making
Maria so wonderfully intricate
Your workmanship is marvellous
How well we know this Jesus
How precious are your thoughts about
Maria, Lord
You are with her and think about her daily
Even if she doesn’t feel it, you are with
her
Because you care so much and will never
leave
Maria
Lord Jesus when
Maria wakes in the morning
That she would feel a kiss on her forehead
from her loving Father
It’s you that is truly whispering to her, so
that she would hear You
Gently touch
Maria today that she would feel
Your
warmth
Maria,
please kneel before the feet of Jesus
He
Will hear you,
when you cry out to Him
Our prayers will be there for you often
We are here for you whenever you need us
From Your Friends,
Psalm 139
Your Children Cry God - The voices of your children cry out In the shadows of the street pacing waiting Memories of earlier life are haunting Too painful to dwell on long Who am I - once I knew love So long ago it seems Today I am used by those who seek pleasure Just my body, my mind is not there My mind wanders, Mom Dad are you there To earlier days Who will rescue me Please don’t let me die I do not speak They say it is too late for them I allow this to take place I don’t want to hear Deep down I hear their cries Forgive me The pain is deep Too late Please don’t let me die
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When I cry In pain and the hurt won’t let go The past I live and cannot leave I want to be free Please someone hold me tight The demons come and go Why must I live like this Is there a way out of this spinning hole Those memories please set me free I long for something more than this A hug but who will give Oh to feel once again Something called love Is that what I really want To feel warmth a tender touch Is that what love is all about Is there a God who cares Does he feel my pain Once I thought I knew Jesus loves me this I know Who are you Does he really love me so I hurt so bad My tears a misty haze Once I heard About a mother’s tender love I thought I heard her voice Did once you cuddle me Jesus can you hug me I want so bad to feel your touch Don’t leave me too I long to hear your tender voice No one hears my cries but you Please hold my hand and never let me go I cannot stand if you leave me too My child you are special You belong to me If no one else but I hear your cry Deep in my heart I feel your pain Once I was a child like you Rejection I know that too Please give it all to me An Angel I have placed on your path Someone to hold your hand To dry your tears and help you heal I will touch the very depth of you You will be free because I paid it all You have no debt to me My love is what I give So please my child I give it free Thank you Jesus you have not forgotten Please dry my tears I give myself to you That Angel do not forget I can not do it on my own Be still my child and Angel is on its way
WOW what a Savior I
look out to see The rising sun in all its amazing beauty To warm the earth and our hearts Only to set again in all its glory Then darkness comes What do I remember, what did I do that day Where were my thoughts – my heart Where did I go in such a rush Head down deep in thought I walk Did I hear the cry of the child I just passed That lady all her possessions on 4 tiny wheels Did I speak to say hello Did I smile and look into her eyes Did I stop to give a hug Did I lift my eyes to the hills Where Jesus is found When I wanted to hide from all the hurt and pain Did I ask Him to hold me for a while Did I take time to listen and feel His warmth Did I fall on my knees and give Him my heart Do I cling to my Father in heaven Then a whispering voice deep in my soul In silence I stop to listen Ever so gentle a song of praise stirs my heart It’s my Father who is calling me Come take my hand we’ll walk together a while We talk , so much I have say and to ask Softly He tells me -
I know, I have heard
you my child Give me all your cares and your heart Each care, each thought I will touch My heart rises in pure joy To know that my Heavenly Father has never left
me
With all my heart I thank you Jesus
Each morning when I wake let me be still That I would hear your loving voice as you say Come lets walk and do things together Let’s skip, jump, love and laugh that others may
see That we belong together now and for eternity Wow what a Savior
Finding God I write this finding my self
hurting, crying out to God for answers for a
number of close friends who are struggling
and/or face serious illness. I cry for those
throw-away kids on the streets some of whom are
used in prostitution. I cry for those who are
abused and feel so alone. A close friend of mine
when I asked her what her heart desires were, in
part said it this way - "I
want to be able to look into the eyes of a lady
who has been beaten and tell her that she will
be alright and have the ability to put her in a
place that she will feel safe and learn to love
God" cont. below........
I can’t find you God Where are you Everywhere I look Nowhere to be found I know you live in
my heart But that is so impersonal Where are you really I need to feel your presence To touch you to make sure you’re real Sickness strikes unexpectedly I sense the hurt and pain In the hearts of Moms and Dads and Children too Many so alone There are children on the streets The empty hollow stares No one to love them Used They try to forget what once was I feel their pain I try to forget So busy no where to rest Is there a safe place somewhere So busy with what They need you so I pray You do not answer Their faces show hopelessness Their hurt is so deep A safe place full of love You are
love Jesus Please don’t forget them Allow yourself to be found My life means nothing without your love A safe place I need to meet you Away from work, home and the streets Where can I find you so I feel safe A place to kneel and cry Pour out my pain Your face I want to see Please don’t forget me I hurt so bad All I want is to love Maybe someone who will love me a little too I need to feel your touch so bad Will it ever end tomorrow maybe I shut my eyes but cannot sleep Please help me through the night Startled I awake Nothing has changed No safe place I cry Where will I go today Please dear someone take my hand My Child I know you’re hurt Your pain is Mine I placed your heart on the paths of many They have not heard your cry Forgive them they know not what they do They pray but do not do I call they do not hear One day I will come and ask them why I too am guilty dear God Forgive me and teach me once again A safe place they need with you and me A place to kneel and cry and tell you that we
hurt
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Another good friend knowing of my struggles lent
me a book by Dr. Larry Crabb, titled "Finding
God". Larry has a personal note which I would
like to quote; Let
me tell you why I wrote this book. I have come
to a place in my life where I need to know God
better or I won't make it. Life at times has a
way of throwing me into such blinding confusion
and severe pain that I lose all hope. Joy is
gone. Nothing encourages me. Perhaps the most important lesson I learn as I
go through dark seasons is this; there is no
escape in this life from pain and problems.
I can live obediently, practice spiritual
disciplines , and claim my identity in Christ,
but problems still continue. More
than anything else, I need a person to trust,
someone who can give me hope, joy and peace in
the midst of lie's unpredictable struggles. A
plan to follow is not good enough. Applying
biblical principles does not always make things
happen as I want. Without someone to trust, I
must either pretend things are better then they
are or live to relieve the pain. And if neither
denial nor efforts to relieve pain do the job, I
will end my life through immorality or craziness
or suicide. The
rhetoric we're all used to - "just trust the
Lord, pray more, get counseling, follow God's
plan more carefully" - must give way to the
reality of finding God. I
wrote this book in response to the desperate cry
of my heart to know God better. More than ever
before, I am convinced that God yearns to be
known by us far more than we want to know Him,
and his great work in us to increase our passion
for knowing him until it is stronger than all
other passions. Developing that passion in our
hearts is a long difficult process to which God
is relentlessly committed. The way is hard, the
road less traveled than others, but the journey
is worth it. God
is immeasurable good, and He can be trusted. Now I
have to learn to put this into practice.
Surrender all
Is it possible dear Father To surrender everything I am to you Cannot I just keep a part of me I have so much to do I want so much to fill myself to overflowing I feel I have so much to give to you Free me just a little bit So that I could touch and feel Then I would take control of every step I will talk to you and give back what I’ve done I know what I do is not always well thought out At times my mind dwells on other things Not always in what you will Before I go to bed at night I ask and ask To calm my heart and mind I take little time to truly listen Forgive me Lord I have so much to do Then when I rise to morning light I start the same day all over again I heard your word to give my mind and thoughts To give everything I am to you So that every step I take is taken With you walking by my side How is it Father that I want to keep a piece of
me When you ask to enter every room in my heart How come you want to control it all That small room deep inside I want to keep It is not so big and truly not so clean Why is that you want to enter there Do I need to surrender it all you say Then I hear your voice My Child what is that scares you so Is that room beyond repair I know there is a lot of stuff you use at times
I know Your thoughts are not always what I have in mind
for you So when you want to feel the pleasures of this
world Look upon the cross I did it all for you Surrender every feeling and every desire And put it at my feet I will take your hurt and pain and make it mine Surrender every care to me My perfect love will guide you when times are
hard My perfect sight will keep you on my path Stretch out your hand and I will take it I will hold you in my arms Precious Jesus I so much want to surrender every
care to you Enter that tiny room I kept you from Clean it please
That I may surrender even that part of me And give it all to you
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It does not belong to me The weight I carry everyday Does not belong to me I see their faces, I feel their pain Your children broken and alone Its love they want but cannot find Struggling Mom’s often so alone
You have heard their cries Every day I want to fix it all I cannot stand the pain Then I hear your voice My child why worry so Release it all to me I am Jesus On the cross I paid it all Surrender every care to me Take a rest you can’t fix it all That’s up to me Do I hear you right I don’t need to carry all this stuff Yes, you must do and love those Who have no one else But you don’t need to do it all alone At days end give it all to me I will calm your spirit and your mind Because you belong to me There will be pain and hurt I have not come to fix my world I am the healer of the soul I have come to love and save Tell them I love them so Thank you Jesus you have not forgotten Any of your children Now use me Lord Give me love to give away Then I give it all to you
t.r.
The following poems were written when I volunteered
with the RCMP Victim Services Unit in Prince George
BC. During the 17 years doing crisis intervention I
remember so many heartbreaking stories. Many times I
cried to God why does it have to be so. There were
times I would wake startled and full of pain. It was
during those times that I would get up in the middle
of the night and cry out to God. In some despairing
way I would sit at my computer to unburden my self
of the things I heard. Some of the words were of my
own pain trying to understand my Almighty Loving
Father. NOTE: Some of these poems based on real stories
are graphic, please surrender each word to God.
Sierra in progress.....suicide What is your ETA God help me Mindless drive.......slippery roads
A
Mother took her life Hanging in the darkness of the basement A scribbled note........I can't take it anymore Three little ones asleep in one bed
A
father who wasn't there to hear Making daily rounds at the local bar The house was locked.... silence she didn't hear he kicked in the door Honey I'm home.......no sound
That
woman never there......I need a drink Trevor, 13 years old...arrives Where is Aunty he asks Out drinking I suppose he says
Oscar roams the house....goes downstairs Rushes up..... a silent scream They drop their beer He lifts her up........his buddy cuts the rope
911........much too late Piercing screams.....heard blocks away The little ones sleep on She often threatened..... I never thought
I
feel pity and anger mixed In my heart I hear my own scream Where were you when she so needed you The almighty bottle to help them forget
3:30am............the garage door opens Morning is near I quietly crawl in beside her....she knows She's is the best part of my life
A
new day Or just an extension of the old The pager.......please be silent Work...........to get through the day
Trying to forget.........Lord where are you A shower to calm my nerves Then a phone call Thank you Grandpa for the pencils
The
voice of a child....so trusting Fathers..........LISTEN You may never hear that voice again Lord Jesus......come quickly t.r.
I have an Avery with about 10 Canaries who
wake us every morning with beautiful song.
Recently a baby chick was born. It was at a time
that I was going through a difficult time and
continually saw and felt the pain all around me
of those who hurt so bad. It was shortly after
that there was that urging of new beginnings, a
new focus in my life. Not because I asked for
it, but somewhat forced up on me by a God who
cares so much for me.
When I look at this baby chick And my God who created
her Once protected by its shell Used all its
strength to be free A new birth a new beginning To
face a world of uncertainty Cuddled underneath her
mother’s wings She keeps her warm feeds her daily
My world too has a new beginning Not because I wanted
to It’s God who direct and walks before us I do
not always follow as He directs Then at times through
pain he reminds me Picks me up and sets me free
Free from thinking I can do it all I hear him say
Listen to those who love you Another road I have
prepared for you Please spend time to talk to me
Above all listen to my voice Those who you left
behind I will hear their cries Give them up to me
I am Jesus who died for you and them Learn from me
This world is mine I paid it all I will calm your
heart and fears If you give it all to me
t.r
By John Piper November 19, 1998
Job 5:8-10 But as
for me, I would seek God, And I would place my cause
before God; Who does great and unsearchable things,
Wonders without number. He gives rain on the earth,
And sends water on the fields. Job 5:8-10 If you said to
someone: "My God does great and unsearchable things;
He does wonders without number," and they responded,
"Really? Like what?" would you say, "Rain"? When I read these verses
recently I felt like I did when I heard the lyrics
to a Sonny and Cher song in 1969: "I'd live for you.
I'd die for you. I'd even climb the mountain high
for you." Even? I would die for you. I would even
climb a high mountain for you? The song was good for
a joke. Or a good illustration of bad poetry. Not
much else. But Job
is not joking.
"God does great and unsearchable things, wonders
without number." He gives rain on the earth."
In Job's mind, rain really is one of the great,
unsearchable wonders that God does. So when I read
this a few weeks ago, I resolved not to treat it as
meaningless pop musical lyrics. I decided to have a
conversation with myself (= meditation). Is rain a great and unsearchable
wonder wrought by God? Picture yourself as a farmer
in the Near East, far from any lake or stream. A few
wells keep the family and animals supplied with
water. But if the crops are to grow and the family
is to be fed from month to month, water has to come
on the fields from another source. From where? Well, the sky. The sky? Water
will come out of the clear blue sky? Well, not
exactly. Water will have to be carried in the sky
from the Mediterranean Sea, over several hundred
miles and then be poured out from the sky onto the
fields. Carried? How much does it weigh? Well, if
one inch of rain falls on one square mile of
farmland during the night, that would be 27,878,400
cubic feet of water, which is 206,300,160 gallons,
which is 1,650,501,280 pounds of water. That's heavy. So how does it get
up in the sky and stay up there if it's so heavy?
Well, it gets up there by evaporation. Really?
That's a nice word. What's it mean? It means that
the water sort of stops being water for a while so
it can go up and not down. I see. Then how does it
get down? Well, condensation happens. What's that?
The water starts becoming water again by gathering
around little dust particles between .00001 and
.0001 centimeters wide. That's small. What about the salt? Salt? Yes,
the Mediterranean Sea is salt water. That would kill
the crops. What about the salt? Well, the salt has
to be taken out. Oh. So the sky picks up a billion
pounds of water from the sea and takes out the salt
and then carries it for three hundred miles and then
dumps it on the farm? Well it doesn't dump it. If it
dumped a billion pounds of water on the farm, the
wheat would be crushed. So the sky dribbles the
billion pounds water down in little drops. And they
have to be big enough to fall for one mile or so
without evaporating, and small enough to keep from
crushing the wheat stalks. How do all these microscopic
specks of water that weigh a billion pounds get
heavy enough to fall (if that's the way to ask the
question)? Well, it's called coalescence. What's
that? It means the specks of water start bumping
into each other and join up and get bigger. And when
they are big enough, they fall. Just like that?
Well, not exactly, because they would just bounce
off each other instead of joining up, if there were
no electric field present. What? Never mind. Take my
word for it. I think, instead, I will just
take Job's word for it. I still don't see why drops
ever get to the ground, because if they start
falling as soon as they are heavier than air, they
would be too small not to evaporate on the way down,
but if they wait to come down, what holds them up
till they are big enough not to evaporate? Yes, I am
sure there is a name for that too. But I am
satisfied now that, by any name, this is a great and
unsearchable thing that God has done. I think I
should be thankful - lots more thankful than I am.
Grateful to God for the wonder
of rain
Nick Vujicic at Telford State Prison
My name is Nick Vujicic and I’m 33 years old. I was born without arms or legs and given no medical reason for this condition. Faced with countless challenges and obstacles, God has given me the strength to surmount what others might call impossible.
I'm totally in love with the awesome work Life Without Limbs is doing in the lives of inmates, inmate families, prison guards and prison staff through our jail ministry.
It all started last May when I spoke to inmates at the Barry Telford Unit in Texas.
I heard that the measure of success for a prison program is based on how many inmates get up to use the restroom during the presentation. God was good that day last May...not one inmate left the room for the entire time I was speaking. Not just that, but I could literally see their eyes smiling as the truth of God started to seep in through the walls of their hearts. Only God can do that!
Here's what one inmate told me, with tears streaming down his face...
"I've been in jail for 16 years and I'm getting out in two months. Before today, I was so scared! Now that you've shared the love of God with me, I know I will find a way to survive...because of Jesus. Thank you!"
