Seemingly alone
Forgotten for sure
Sunset comes again
Faith tries to endure
Few dreams remembered
Tomorrow’s blank stare
Thirsty without hope
Missing puzzle squares
Nothing for granted
Memories’ shelves bare
Sunrise always gray
Life’s empty armchair
One more knock at door
Eagerness alive
Thirst’s long-waited gift
Father’s grace arrives
Thee forever loved
Come now, take Thy hand
Hope at last restored
Rock replaces sand
America’s present need is not heroics but healing; not nostrums but normalcy; not revolution but restoration. [Speech on May 14, 1920]
The success of our popular government rests wholly upon the correct interpretation of the deliberate, intelligent, dependable popular will of America. [Inaugural Address on May 4, 1921]
Warren G. Harding (1865-1923) was the 29th President of the United States.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Life is progressive, no matter what our intentions.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940) was an American novelist and short story writer. Much of his best writing occurred during the Jazz Age, with THE GREAT GATSBY being recognized as his best work.
God wants us to have soft hearts and hard feet. The trouble with so many of us is that we have hard hearts and soft feet.
From Psalm 51:10-12: “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and put a new and right spirit within me. Do not cast me away from Your presence, and do not take Your holy spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of Your salvation, and sustain in me a willing spirit.”
Jackie Pullinger (born 1944) is a British missionary in Hong Kong. Her efforts founded the St. Stephen’s Society in 1981, which provides a rehabilitation home for recovering drug addicts, prostitutes, and gang members.
From Isaiah 43:1: “But now thus says the Lord, He who created you, O Jacob, He who formed you, O Israel: Do not fear, for I have redeemed you.”
Heavenly Father
Knowing what is best
His eternal presence
Leads man on his quest
Protection promised
Ford every river
Faith’s redeeming mercy
Spirit delivers
Encouragement brings
Restoration’s grace
Walking through every fire
Christ’s love to embrace
Precious in His sight
Hope fills cup, as planned
Chance eliminated
Gathered in God’s hands
Calling all nations
Eyes no longer blind
Accepting Father’s truth
Just as He designed
From Isaiah 43:9: “Let all the nations gather together, and let the peoples assemble. Who among them declared this and foretold to us the former things? Let them bring their witnesses to justify them, and let them hear and say, ‘It is true.'”
Seeking
Father’s door
Hiding in darkness
Overcome with shameful sin
Finding
Finding
Father’s door
Replacing selfish motives
Approach with sincere humbleness
Knocking
Knocking
Father’s door
Releasing earthy idols
Transformed heart, knocking again
Opening
Calling
His army
Prayer warriors march
Father’s mercy moves mountains
Believe
Calling
His name
From earth’s darkness
Receiving Spirit’s timeless grace
Faith
Calling
His Son
Jesus rising above
Walking upon heaven’s waters
Redemption
Alone
With Father
Emptying of self
Asking for His forgiveness
Transformation
Time
With Father
Filled with grace
Praying for others’ needs
Devotion
Comfortable
With Father
Accepting life’s burdens
Glory always to Him
Restoration
Sunset riding west
Daytime closes eyes
Darkness offers rest
Waiting for sunrise
As curtain lowers
Behold heavens’ stars
Pages turn slower
Dreaming from afar
Silence deepens breath
Moonlight’s fullness glows
Sleeping finding delight
Sailing each rainbow
Rhythm finds restart
Troubles take backseat
Calmness filling heart
Shaping night’s retreat
There is a place of quiet rest. There is a place of comfort sweet, near to the heart of God. (Taken from the hymn, “Near to the Heart of God.”)
From James 4:8: “Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded.”
Cleland Boyd McAfee (1866-1944) was an American pastor, Christian theologian, and hymn writer. One of his most renowned hymns is “Near to the Heart of God.” He penned the lyrics after the tragic deaths of his young nieces from diphtheria.
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