God, Thou Art Love If I forget, yet God remembers.If these hands of mine cease from their clinging,Yet the hands divine hold me so firmly, I cannot fall.And if sometimes I am too tired to call for Him to help me,Then He reads the prayer unspoken in my heart and lifts my care. I dare …
"John Cornelius Stam and Elisabeth Alden 'Betty' Stam were American Christian missionaries to China, with the China Inland Mission (CIM), during the Chinese Civil War. The missionary couple were executed by Communist Chinese soldiers in 1934." -Wikipedia Their story (with photos) can be found at Wheaton College’s archival collection: Remembering John and Betty Stam A …
Sovereign Ruler of the skies,Ever gracious, ever wise,All my times are in Your hand,All events at Your command! His decree, who formed the earth,Fixed my first and second birth;Parents, native place, and time,All appointed were by Him. He who formed me in the womb,He shall guide me to the tomb.All my times shall ever be,Ordered …
I love to be in the woods after a snowfall when the only sound for miles around is your name as I speak it out loud
Memories linger Drift around and settle down In an empty chair Photo: Josef Nolywaika Precious Memories - Lyrics by J.B.F. Wright Precious memories, unseen angels, Sent from somewhere to my soul; How they linger, ever near me, And the sacred past unfold. Chorus: Precious memories, how they linger, How they ever flood my soul; In …
"When sorrow comes under the power of Divine grace, it works out a manifold ministry in our lives. Sorrow reveals unknown depths in the soul, and unknown capabilities of experience and service. Gay, trifling people are always shallow, and never suspect the little meannesses in their nature. Sorrow is God’s ploughshare that turns up the …
Sorrow is better than laughter; for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better. Ecclesiastes 7:3 When you are sitting there alone and you are weeping, and the longing for your child is a thick and expanding heaviness in your chest threatening to erupt from your throat in silent, choking grief. When …
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise. Psalm 51:17 The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him. Psalm 28:7 George …
Nothing cheery about this rather long poem but I love how the words are put together to describe the depth and complexity of the pain of child loss. "Do not be irritated that I am like this,O my God! this wound bled for so long!The anguish in my heart is still the strongest thing,and my …
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If I forget, yet God remembers.If these hands of mine cease from their clinging,Yet the hands divine hold me so firmly, I cannot fall.And if sometimes I am too tired to call for Him to help me,Then He reads the prayer unspoken in my heart and lifts my care. I dare not fear since certainly …
Quite suddenly, It may be at the turning of a lane, Where I stand to watch a skylark soar From out of the swelling grain, That the trump of God shall thrill me, With its call so loud and clear, And I'm called away to meet Him, Whom of all I hold most dear. Quite …
Sorrow is better than laughter; for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better. Ecclesiastes 7:3 When you are sitting there alone and you are weeping, and the longing for your child is a thick and expanding heaviness in your chest threatening to erupt from your throat in silent, choking grief. When …
It is rainingAs if nothing has happenedIt is raining And the trees stand thereAs they have for centuriesWatching me and rememberingSympatheticBut unhelpful They've seen this sort of thing beforeA motherWeeping There are little leaves on the rose bushesWho will graduate into adult leavesThat will never rub shouldersWith your passing boyhoodNever Tiny flowers struggleTo become lucious …
Sweet is the Solace of Thy Love by Anna L. Waring I, even I, am He that comforteth you. Isaiah 2:12 Sweet is the solace of Thy love, My Heavenly Friend, to me, While through the hidden way of faith I journey home with Thee, Learning by quiet thankfulness As a dear child to be. …
Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: Job 13:15. For I know whom I have believed, 2 Tim. 1:12. "In fierce storms," said an old seaman, "we must do one thing; there is only one way: we must put the ship in a certain position and keep her there." This, Christian, is what you …
You Can Trust Him 