LIFE
By Hannah Jones

To comfort those that are grieving

Sometimes the sun shines ever so bright.
But inside there’s clouds as dark as the night.
Thank you Lord you’re my all in all.
You calm me so peacefully when there is a squall.

You wipe my tears and make it like day.
You let hope shine bright when there’s trouble at bay.
You made life in me when no one else could
You’re my rock and my stronghold where I have stood
I will stand in your gates when they open wide
Thank you Lord for being by my side.

When death finally comes and knocks on my gate
I will gladly accept I’ll no longer wait.
I’ll open my eyes and see your sweet face.
And marvel at your amazing Grace.

Down here there are those who will mourn and cry
But I cannot wait till the time goes by,
A time it may seem before you see me again,
But when I see you I’ll shout hallelujah amen!

Dear friends here on earth, please do not grieve,
Now is the time for me to Leave
It may seem sad and dreary at times
But know that the gift of life is mine
For him have I lived, and to him I will run
My time here on earth is finally done.

As I dance down those streets shining with gold
I’ll think of you God and what I’ve been told
I’ll know that my faith was the faith that was true
And I’ll know that you did what you said you’d do.
I’ll sing with the angels and dance with you Lord
For I have been saved from the fiery sword.

Hannah Jones

THE VESSEL

A vessel tarnished, broken, useless,
Was thrown on the trash heap one night.
And was found by the Master Potter,
Searching through the 'rejects of life.'

When He found this dirty old vessel,
He looked at it closely, and saw
It contained an inherent beauty,
In spite of it's obvious flaw.

He carried it back to His workshop,
His trained eye could already see,
An object of beauty and honour,
That it was intended to be.

He repaired and cleaned the old vessel.
Polished to it's natural shine
Became once more a thing of beauty,
Was truly, 'one of a kind.'

My life was that broken old vessel,
Battered, ruined, thrown away.
I lay there, no hope of recovery,
Till the Master found me that day.

He loved me, He cleansed me, redeemed me;
Adopted me as His own.
Gave to my life a brand new meaning,
Brought peace, where once there was none

by Gertrude Jefferies

One night a man had a dream.

He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.

Scenes from his life flashed across the sky
and he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
one belonging to him and the other to the Lord.

When the last scene of his life had flashed before him,
he recalled that at the lowest and saddest times of his life
there was only one set of footprints.

Dismayed, he asked, "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you'd walk with me all the way.
I don't understand why, when I needed you most,
you would leave me."

The Lord replied, "My precious child.
I love you and I would never leave you.

During your times of trial and suffering
when you saw only one set of footprints...

That was when I carried you."

"The Hiding Place "


Have you ever wished, deep down inside
That you could find a place to hide?
To hide from folks who come your way
With endless problems day by day?
To hide from all that lies ahead,
The unseen foes and griefs you dread?
To flee decisions you must make,
Avoid the path that you must take?
To run away and find a spot
Where even self can be forgot?

Earth has no place as such you seek --
No place of refuge for the weak;
For ev'ry shelter here on earth
Soon proves to be of little worth
And we are left alone to face
The woes that plague the human race.

But wait! The Rock of Ages -- He still stands,
A refuge from all life's demands;
A place to hide -- to weep -- to rest;
A place to hover and be blest.

For Jesus is that Rock Who stands
Holding forth His nail pierced hands --
A covert from the storm is He,
Saying, "Come, and hide in Me."


~Author Unknown~

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