Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.
Hope is sweet-minded and sweet-eyed. It draws pictures; it weaves fancies; it fills the future with delight.
Henry Ward Beecher (1813-1887) was an American pastor and abolitionist.
Confident
Embracing peace
Transcended through Christ
Gathered in His love
Courageous
Compassion
Accepting grace
Nourished through Christ
Assured of His spirit
Undeniable
Trust
Fulfilling light
Saved through Christ
Transformed by His hope
Everlasting
From Psalm 23:4: “Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”
Trusting heavenly Father
His gentle spirit always near
Offering sweetest taste of grace
Morning’s sunrise shall appear
Ruling over universe
Rod with staff, trusted comfort’s strength
Bearing conditional love
Father closer than arm’s length
Giving thanks for His presence
Father’s hands crafting faith’s high road
Singing praises for His efforts
Eternity’s seeds now sowed
Hearing when righteous cry out
His refuge sends rescue’s clear light
Redeeming all crushed in spirit
Father’s love shares His delight
Living in His blessed house
Faith’s steady journey now fulfilled
Feeling Father’s gentle spirit
Salvation forever filled
From Psalm 27:4: “One thing I asked of the Lord; this I seek: to live in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in His temple.”
From Genesis 1:1-3: “When God began to create the heavens and the earth, the earth was complete chaos, and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. Then God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light.”
Stillness of another day
Creator’s spirit thrives
Composing eloquent song
Gentleness arrives
Morning’s sun always arrives
Creator’s love surrounds
Flowing with eternal peace
Harmony’s background
Wilderness coming alive
Creator’s welcome breath
Fathering tomorrow’s hope
Life renews from death
Nature’s intimate whispers
Creator’s rhythmic beat
Offering eternal joy
Love where rivers meet
Daylight replaces nightfall
Creator’s timeless clock
Aligning earth with heavens
Spirit’s key unlocks
From John 1:1-3: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being.”
Nothing stands the test like solid character. You can handle the blast like a steer in a blizzard. You keep standing against the wind and the howling, raging storm because Christ is at work in your spirit.
From Psalm 119:165: “Great peace have those who love Your law;
nothing can make them stumble.”
Charles Swindoll (born 1934) is an American pastor and Christian author.
There is no way of deliverance from the state and condition of being in the flesh, but by the Spirit of Christ.
From Romans 8:3-4: “For God has done what the law, weakened by the flesh, could not do: by sending His own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh and to deal with sin, He condemned sin in the flesh, so that the just requirement of the law might be fulfilled in us, who walk not according to the flesh but according to the Spirit.”
John Owen (1616-1683) was an English Puritan church leader and theologian.
Attitude and the spirit in which we communicate are as important as the words we say.
From Proverbs 16:24: “Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.”
Harmony drops in
Lifting spirits high
Waking from slumber
Morning’s bluest sky
Valley’s faithful river
Unending with peace
Flowing with wisdom
Comforts never cease
Sun brightens flashbacks
Counting former days
Energizing with joy
Ready now to play
Time injects stillness
Billowing with clouds
Yielding blessed shade
Whispers never loud
Heaven’s love singing
Blessing life below
Extending day’s light
Nature now aglow
Gray, overcast skies
Precious rain descends
Morning’s gentle spirit
Welcome back dear friend
Time’s hands standing still
Serenity shares
Fine mist of heaven’s grace
View from kitchen chair
Songbirds’ harmony
Nearby thicket sings
Always perfect pitch
Soft feather’s bowstring
Everlasting gift
Calm shower transcends
Sweetness cascading down
Thank you dearest friend
Grateful for this day
Filled with freshest hope
Morning calls, “Come again”
Now, down periscope
Tranquility’s place
Discovery fulfills wait—
Searching each season
Mountains to valleys
Windy voice gathers to speak—
Breath of the Spirit
Mysteries hiding
Nightly slumber awakens—
Sunrise uncovers
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