February 28, 2007
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And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left. Isaiah 30:21
IF we have come to the forks of the road–to some crisis in our experience–and know not whether to turn to the right or to the left, we should stop at once and listen to the voice. Or, in other words, we should turn at once to the Word of the Lord, and by pondering its precepts and principles, and its illustrations bearing on the perplexing subject, seek to learn the will of the Lord, asking also the leading of His Spirit, and endeavoring to bring the mind into a loving, submissive and trustful attitude. Z.’95-6R1753:2
Oh Jesus, Please Don’t Let Me
Oh Jesus, please don’t let me
Worry about those I love.
Help me remember Your protection
You send from up above.
Oh Jesus, please don’t let me
Falter on my way,
Enough for me to fall down
As I know I sometimes may.
Oh Jesus, please don’t let me
Say something I’ll regret
To hurt someone else in such a way
That I will never forget.
Oh Jesus, please don’t let me
Take for granted all I’ve been given,
Like my family and all my friends
Like the simple joy of living.
Oh Jesus please don’t let me
Ever forget Your peace
You give to those who trust in You,
Oh never let it cease!
Oh Jesus, please don’t let me
Forget the grace You gave
To me a wayward sinner
That You would care to save.
Oh Jesus, please don’t let me
Stop showing how much I care
To those I love the very most,
As I lift them up in prayer.
Fin’ly Jesus, please don’t let me
Let my light burn cold,
So that when I go and live with You
I can wear a Crown of Gold!
Comments (5)
Amen. {{hugs}}
hihi dear
esp when the roads less travelled is always full
long time no see (visit) heehee .. hope things are well with you
been busy on my end as well .. couldn’t agree more
on the above
of doubt but not with Him … all the bestest and God bless.
*HUGZ* mrkool
Oh that is a really good poem. I love it. Thanks for sharing!
Amen
Hi Fancy: I don’t believe in Ghost just spirits. I say that because right after my Mother died, I was coming home from her wake it was dark and she knew how much I hated to drive home in the dark alone. My car filled with a strong body powder so strong it was almost smothering me, I rolled down the window and it remained strong. When I pulled my car into my drive way the powder left my car just like that. I believe her spirit was with me that night. I smelt that powder a few more times but after her funeral it faded until I no longer smell it.
Shirley