all time, every time, always there, said you'd never leave us or forsake us. so we stand on Your word. wrote us out of darkness, into Your light. by Your power, we're set free. where 2 or 3 gather, You're there, in the midst. thank you Lord.. every single day you're worthy. to you we give the glory, because our soul takes us. we can't help but lift our hands up.
the same God, who brought the sunshine, is same One who brings rain.
let it rain, let it pour. Lord, I need You more &more.
so let it rain if You want. You are God &I am not.
let it rain down on me, every day. whatever You want, let it rain down on me.
he will wipe every tear from eyes. no more death or mourning or crying or pain; for old order of things has passed away. -revelation 21:4
he will swallow up death forever. the sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears from all faces -Isaiah 25:8
record my misery; list my tears on your scroll -are they not in your record? -psalm 56:8
"bear w/ 1'nother" ..JC via brant J,2day. glorious. man forgives bro's killer, just b/c He <3 u
"meaningless, meaningless," says the Teacher. "everything is meaningless !" -ecc 12:8
"whoever loves his life will lose it, but whoever hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life." John 12:25
my home's in heaven; just travelin' through the world -Billy Graham
as rain &snow come down from heaven, &don't return to it w/o watering Earth &making it bud &flourish, so that it yields seed for sower &bread for eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: it will not return to me empty, but accomplish what i desire &achieve the purpose for which i sent it.
out of love for the truth &the desire to bring it to light -95 theses, 1517.
if there are words for Him then, I don't have them. you see my brain has not yet reached a point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God. &my voice is so inhibited, restrained by human limits, that it's hard to even sing a praise up. my God: unsearchable yet knowable. indefinable, yet approachable. indescribable, yet personal.
when the world shook &the sun was wiped out of heaven, it was not at the crucifixion, but at the cry from cross: the cry which confessed that God was forsaken of God (Matt: 27:46) &now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all creeds &a god from all gods of the world, carefully weighing all gods of inevitable recurrence &of unalterable power. they will not find another god who has himself been in revolt. nay (the matter grows too difficult for human speech), but let the atheists themselves choose a god. they will find only 1 divinity who ever uttered their isolation; only 1 religion in which God seemed for an instant to be an atheist. -GKC. †