Scoffers

I am TIRED of those who belittle Christians! Seems that is a new national pastime.
Christ said Christians would be scoffed at, thought little of, downright persecuted.
(Though I really can't say I've been persecuted!)
All the Christians I know attempt to do RIGHT in the world.
(Too bad there are so few Christians working on that.)



Those too busy being idle

Point their fingers in derision,

Laughing at the efforts

Of Christians.

Use Me

 reprinted from  Devo’Zine N/D ‘04


Here am I, use me.

I am not as I should be,

and I don’t always show the world I am Yours.

I shy away from witnessing.

Yet, here am I, use me.

Do I love you enough?

Never enough!

I fall from Your path,

Yet, here am I, use me.

Lord, I am not the best instrument you could use.

Nevertheless … here am I, use me.

Use me anyway, in any way.

 

I Was Walking

                                              (tune of “Come Thou Font of Every Blessing.)


　

I was walking with my Savior

In the garden through the blooms

He was telling of His mansion …

That’s the one with many rooms.

He invited me to live there

With the Father from Above.

I’m excited! I accepted.

I will follow Him in love.


I will follow Christ, my Bridegroom.

With the Spirit I will sing,

I will dance, and I will praise Him

As He fits me with His ring:

Ring of substance, ring of promise,

Ring of hope eternally.

For His blessing and His honor,

I submit on bended knee.


I’m convinced that there is nothing,

Here on earth or Heaven above,

Nothing that can separate me

From my Savior’s holy love.

So I’ll bow down, and I’ll worship

‘Til my life on earth is done.

Then I’ll go to meet my Savior

When my Crown of Life is won.

　

 

Fifty - three

 

Thank You, Lord,

for 53 years together!

Cut Off At The Top

Have you ever felt "Cut Off From the Top?"

     One thing, I was unable to get on to post anything new. Somehow, I was no longer recognized as the author of this blog. (Not Funny!)
     A friend tried helping me set up a brand new blog on WordPress, but being "cut off from the top" here meant that I am SO  NOT  a computer person. Being told to "play with it," once I had a spot on WordPress, was pretty intimidating. I tried. Honest, I tried!!
     So, another friend tried helping me re-connect with BlogSpot. He explained how I could work on getting back onto the site, and able to find out the elusive password. Again, "cut off from the top".  I tried.  Honest, I tried!!
     Found a phone number to call ... and "cut off from the top" this time? The phone line (probably to Andy in India) was cutting out, and we couldn't have a conversation long enough for him to understand what my need was.
     So, looked for another site .. an online site .. This time, "cut off from the top" meant another $$$ to have about 250 "cancer cells" deleted from my computer.

     BUT .... I am now standing AT the top of my computer-problem mountain! I was able to sign on to BlogSpot and immediately able to re-post ... without signing in with another password, either!
   
     More important: I feel I have been AT the top of my personal mountain during my morning conversations with God. He was in control ... I did not lose my cool these past several months. I just kept plugging away. I did not make an audible gasp when told the price of my computer help. I waited (actually, quite patiently) the two plus hours it took the distant computer professional genius to clean up the computer files. And, I am sitting here, totally pleased with the results.

Thank You, Lord!!!

(-:

Lord, You Called Me

Lord, You Called Me

Lord, You called me. Help me answer.
Help me listen to Your call.
When You strum upon my heart strings,
Let me join Your Heavenly choir.

With Your help, I’ll answer, “Yes, Lord”
When You call me, I will stand.
When You beckon, I’ll come running,
Reaching out to grasp Your hand.

Send me forth, Lord, let me serve You.
Show me where You want me now.
Those who need me, in what manner?
Help me understand Your call.

Let me live the life worth living,
Dancing, singing, I will pray.
Ever praising Christ, my Savior,
God Who leads from day to day.

Good Friday

Lord, He was
Belittled, insulted,
Mocked and tormented,
Betrayed by His friends.

He obeyed.
Hungry were fed as
Your will had requested;
But, still they despised.

There he hung,
Flogged and abandoned.
He died on that cross, for
Your will had been done.

Lord, I know,
Now and forever
I’ve life everlasting
In heaven with You.