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Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 8/7/1981
Gender: Female
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Member Since:
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| Oh refuge of my hardened heart
Oh fast pursuing lover come
As angels dance 'round Your throne
My life by captured fare You own
Not silhouette of trodden faith
Nor death shall not my steps be guide
I'll pirouette upon mine grave
For in Your path I'll run and hide
Oh gaze of love so melt my pride
That I may in Your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto Thee
When beauty breaks the spell of pain
The bludgeoned heart shall burst in vain
But not when love be pointed king
And truth shall Thee forever reign
Oh gaze of love so melt my pride
That I may in Your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto Thee
Sweet Jesus carry me away
From cold of night, and dust of day
In ragged hour or salt worn eye
Be my desire, my well sprung lye
Oh gaze of love so melt my pride
That I may in Your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto Thee
Spring worship unto Thee
"Hymn" - Jars of Clay
Album: Much Afraid | | |
| c.j. spurgeon:
“At evening time it shall be light.”
Zechariah 14:7
Oftentimes we look forward with forebodings to the time of
old age, forgetful that at eventide it shall be light. To
many saints, old age is the choicest season in their lives.
A balmier air fans the mariner’s cheek as he nears the
shore of immortality, fewer waves ruffle his sea, quiet
reigns, deep, still and solemn. From the altar of age the
flashes of the fire of youth are gone, but the more real
flame of earnest feeling remains. The pilgrims have reached
the land Beulah, that happy country, whose days are as the
days of heaven upon earth. Angels visit it, celestial gales
blow over it, flowers of paradise grow in it, and the air
is filled with seraphic music. Some dwell here for years,
and others come to it but a few hours before their
departure, but it is an Eden on earth. We may well long for
the time when we shall recline in its shady groves and be
satisfied with hope until the time of fruition comes. The
setting sun seems larger than when aloft in the sky, and a
splendour of glory tinges all the clouds which surround his
going down. Pain breaks not the calm of the sweet twilight
of age, for strength made perfect in weakness bears up with
patience under it all. Ripe fruits of choice experience are
gathered as the rare repast of life's evening, and the soul
prepares itself for rest.
The Lord’s people shall also enjoy light in the hour of
death. Unbelief laments; the shadows fall, the night is
coming, existence is ending. Ah no, crieth faith, the night
is far spent, the true day is at hand. Light is come, the
light of immortality, the light of a Father's countenance.
Gather up thy feet in the bed, see the waiting bands of
spirits! Angels waft thee away. Farewell, beloved one, thou
art gone, thou wavest thine hand. Ah, now it is light. The
pearly gates are open, the golden streets shine in the
jasper light. We cover our eyes, but thou beholdest the
unseen; adieu, brother, thou hast light at even-tide, such
as we have not yet.
http://www.ccel.org/ccel/spurgeon/morneve.d1004am.html
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| last night was the last time i would ever get to lay down next to you.
your arms were so warm, but your little fingers... so cold. i lightly touched your arms and held your hand. couldn’t move too much... didn’t want you to feel the shift, the pain, the hurt. you laid there and listened, eyes closed... not much else i could have expected, but i’m glad you were there just the same. still beautiful even then... and as i spoke to you, i suddenly realized for the first time just how beautiful your name is.... and my heart smiled and was glad to have you there right next to me, even if only for a little while... but i will see you again some day, and until then... my heart will ache to not have you with me, and my memories will be rich with the memory of your smile... Mary. | | |
| it's a strang sensation when someone you love is dying... as you walk through the world, you notice that nothing slows or stops, everything buzzing and stirring, commuters frustrated with traffic, office workers carrying starbucks up to their offices, customers being rude to retail clerks, children walking beside their parents without care or worry, people feeling safe... or feeling nothing at all.
they don't know that someone you love is laying in a bed, struggling to breathe, and that a beautiful light is being prepared to be taken out of this world which just goes on around you. not that it's their fault that they don't know... that never mattered. but life takes on a different color when the breath begins to fade.
Father, send your Spirit. send your peace... be our Comforter. | | |
| a special prayer today for the victims, families, and survivors to the terrorist attacks in London 4 months ago...
there was a memorial service in honor of the victims recently, and i just want to lift up those affected by all of the events. i pray for Peace and healing, Comfort and encouragement. i ask that those of you who read this and are christians, please lift up your prayers over these people, that nation as a whole, and all of us affected by the events of the past four years... that God would be in control, and that whatever His will is, let it be done. so many people are hurting... Lord, please have mercy.
~amen~ | | |
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