Thy Will Be Done
The eventide falls gently now,
By Kedron's side, o'er Olive's brow,
And thro' the gloom methinks I see
A lonely form in prayer for me.
The gentle tone, thro' stately trees,
Is borne upon the murm'ring breeze,
He bowed His head God's only Son
And meekly said, "Thy will be done."
In fervent prayer for you and me
He wrestled there in agony;
With drops of sweat, of crimson hue,
His brow was wet, as with the dew.
In tears He knelt, with troubled soul,
While there He felt death's sorrows roll;
Our sins He bore the Holy One
And said once more, "Thy will be done."
And then before His vision came
The crown of thorns, the cruel shame,
The scorn of those He sought to save,
The reeking cross, the silent grave.
"This bitter cup, O Lord, I pray,
Before I sup, take Thou away.
Yet answered still, as there He knelt,
"Not as I will, but as Thou wilt."
Gethsemane! O sacred place!
Once more I see my Savior's face;
It shines anew with glory now,
And angels smooth His pallid brow.
Oh, let me e'er this scene behold!
Oh, let me hear the story told
Of Him Who there the vict'ry won,
Who said in prayer, "Thy will be done!"
Clara M Brooks
THE WATERED LILIES
The Master stood in His garden,
Among the lilies fair,
Which His own right hand had planted,
And trained with tend'rest care.
He looked at their snowy blossoms,
And marked with observant eye
That the flowers were sadly drooping,
For their leaves were parched and dry.
"My lilies need to be watered,"
The Heavenly Master said;
"Wherein shall I draw it for them,
And raise each drooping head?"
Close to His feet on the pathway,
Empty, and frail, and small,
An earthen vessel was lying,
Which seemed no use at all;
But the Master saw, and raised it
From the dust in which it lay,
And smiled, as He gently whispered,
"This shall do My work today."
"It is but an 'earthen' vessel,
But it lay so close to Me;
It is small, but it is empty-
That is all it needs to be."
So to the fountain He took it,
And filled it full to the brim;
How glad was the earthen vessel
To be of some use to Him!
He poured forth the living water
Over His lilies fair,
Until the vessel was empty,
And again He filled it there.
He watered the drooping lilies
Until they revived again;
And the Master saw with pleasure.
That His labor had not been vain.
His own hand had drawn the water
Which refreshed the thirsty flowers;
But He used the earthen vessel
To convey the living showers.
And to itself it whispered,
As He laid it aside once more,
"Still will I lie in His pathway,
Just where I did before.
"Close would I keep to the Master,
Empty would I remain,
And perhaps some day He may use me
To water His flowers again."
"God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise;
and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;
And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen,
yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are:
That no flesh should glory in His presence.
But of Him are ye in Christ Jesus,
Who of God is made unto us wisdom, and righteousness, and sanctification, and redemption:
That, according as it is written,
He that glorieth, let him glory in the Lord"
(1 Corinthians 1:27-31).
By Danial Warner -- opens on new page
Folks are asking every day
“To what church do you belong?”
I answer, “There is only one”
I think your question is wrong.”
“You mean what denomination?”
And I answer—“none.
I'm a member of the body
Of Jesus Christ, God's Son.”
You cannot join this body
You are added by the Lord.
Denominations are another thing.
You join them with a card.
The Church which is Christs body--
Demands, “Be born again!”
To join denominations--
Simply shake the preachers hand.
Let's forget denominations
And recognize one faith.
As one body, stand together,
I plead for Jesus' sake.
If we're regenerated
Washed in the blood of Christ,
There should be no division--
We're one in our Father's sight.
BY Mrs. L. T. Halsey
1 Corinthians 12: 12-27
Acts 2:47 & 20:28
Traveling on my Knees
Last night I took a journey
To a lande across the seas,
I didn't go by boat or plane----
I taveled on my knees.
I saw so many people there
in deepest depths of sin,
And jeus told me I should go
And there were souls to win.
But I aid"Jesus, I can't go
And work with such as these!"
He aanswered quickly, "Yes you can
By traveling on your knees."
He said You pray, and I'll meet the need,
you call, and I will hear,
Be concerned about lost souls
Of those both far and near."
And so I tried it, knelt in prayer,
Gave up some hours of ease.
I felt the Lord right by my side
While traveling on my knees.
As I prayed on, many souls were aved,
And twisted bodies healed
And I saw God's worker's strength renewed
While laboring on the field.
I said "Yes Lord, I have a job-----
My desire Thy will to please;
I can go and heed thy call
By traveling on my knees."
SCRIPTURE REFERANCE FOR WHAT CHURCH
For as the body is one, and hath many members, and all the members of that one body, being many, are one body: so also is Christ. For by one Spirit are we all baptized into one body, whether we be Jews or Gentiles, whether we be bond or free; and have been all made to drink into one Spirit.
For the body is not one member, but many.
If the foot shall say, Because I am not the hand, I am not of the body; is it therefore not of the body? And if the ear shall say, Because I am not the eye, I am not of the body; is it therefore not of the body?
If the whole body were an eye, where were the hearing? If the whole were hearing, where were the smelling?
But now hath God set the members every one of them in the body, as it hath pleased him.
And if they were all one member, where were the body?
But now are they many members, yet but one body.
And the eye cannot say unto the hand, I have no need of thee: nor again the head to the feet, I have no need of you.
Nay, much more those members of the body, which seem to be more feeble, are necessary:
And those members of the body, which we think to be less honourable, upon these we bestow more abundant honour; and our uncomely parts have more abundant comeliness.
For our comely parts have no need: but God hath tempered the body together, having given more abundant honour to that part which lacked:
That there should be no schism in the body; but that the members should have the same care one for another.
And whether one member suffer, all the members suffer with it; or one member be honoured, all the members rejoice with it.
Now ye are the body of Christ, and members in particular. 1Co 12:12-28
A PRAYER FOR AMERICA
Oh,beautiful–yet on thy hands are stains of helpless blood;
The blood of those who have no name, yet precious gifts of God!
America, America! thy murderous sin deplore!
Awake, repent, while there is time,
Choose LIFE forevermore!
Oh, beautiful–yet violence the halls of learning dim;
Where once God’s Word was taught, is not a mention made of Him!
America, America! Did anyone fore-see
What depth of sorrow, grief and loss
Would in thy classrooms be?
Oh, beautiful, where statesmen stood, “In God we trust” inscribed
Above their heads, now greed, deceit, and treachery abide!
America, America! where are thy patriots true?
Whose love for God and country reign,
And justice is in view!
Oh, beautiful, yet families are torn by sin and strife,
Where once a man and woman vowed togetherness for life!
America, America! thy safety and success
Cannot remain where marriage fails,
And homes are in distress!
Oh, beautiful, whose highest courts God’s mandates once upheld;
Yet in the name of tolerance thy conscience now is stilled!
America, America! how can thy peace remain
When vile affections scorn God’s plan
And purity is slain?
Oh, beautiful, when God was Lord across thy fruited plain,
His blessing–benefits afford, its absence–grief and pain.
America, America! cry out to God in prayer!
Tear down thy idols, flee from sin,
Once more His blessing share!
Angela G. Gellenbeck
Flee From Bable
Oftimes have poets sung of rest,
Sweet rest and peace in heaven.
Must souls forever toil below?
Is there no promise given?
Can it be possible that Christ
Can only do a part,
Forgive the past, but still leave sin
And weights within the heart?
No; Jesus said 'twas finished,
When He was crucified,
The work was all completed,
For which He lived and died.
He came to save the sinner
From guilt and all his sin,
And gives a Canaan rest, if we,
Believers enter in.
The yoke of Christ is all delight-
Not heavy tasks for us-
Imposed by Christ to weigh us down,
He did not mean it thus,
But we must give ourselves all up,
To let Him live our lives;
And crush out self within our hearts,
Till it no more survives.
We'll find His yoke is liberty,
When all the heart is pure,
When we, the second grace shall see,
And know the double cure.
O, glorious fountain! Precious blood!
It makes me white as snow.
His yoke is sweet; His burden love;
A heaven here below.
By D. S. Warner
The Cause for Freedom
Within my mind there strode one day
A person young and blithe;
Beside him walked an elder one
Upon the road of life.
They paused before a brilliant flag;
Twas red and white and blue;
A symbol of their liberty
Upon the breeze, it flew.
The younger’s heart was filled with pride
His eyes began to shine,
His heart beat fast within his chest
To see his banner’s line
He said unto the elder one
“Should I not do my part?
Oh, let me fight for freedom, sir
Put stars upon my heart.”
The elder’s face was old and gray;
Long years had told their tale
“Come with me, Son, I’ll show you how
To serve your country well.
“We are not of this world, you know,
We’re strangers passing through
But I will show you how to be
A soldier brave and true.”
Along another road, they strode,
The youth was at a loss
Until they reached a well-worn plain
And saw the shadow of a cross.
Twas rugged from the toll of years
Red blood had stained the wood.
Another sign of liberty
Before them strong it stood.
The elder’s heart was filled with joy
His eyes began to shine;
His heart beat fast beneath his chest,
This was his BANNER fine.
He turned and said unto the youth,
“Yes, you want to do your part;
I’ll let you serve your captain will,
First, you must give your heart.
“You wish to fight for freedom, Son?
The noblest cause of all;
Yes, you must fight your bravest
For the freedom of the soul.
“Your captain is the finest one,
He’ll teach you how to find
The enemies called self and pride
And sins of every kind.
“And when life’s battle’s over, Son,
I’m sure you will have found
You’ll not bear stars upon your heart
You’ll wear them in your crown.”
Rene’ Sallee, 2/16/1991, age 16
REMEMBER JUDGE ROY MOORE
AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL
America the Beautiful, or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims’ pride: I’m glad they’ll never see.
Babies piled in dumpsters, Abortion on demand.
Oh sweet land of liberty, your house is on the sand.
Our children wander aimlessly poisoned by cocaine
Choosing to indulge their lusts, when God has said Abstain.
From sea to shining sea our Nation turns away
From teaching of God’s love and a need to always pray.
We’ve kept God in our temples, how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool, and Heaven is His throne.
We’ve voted in a government that’s rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges; who throw reason out the door.
Too soft to place a killer in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby before he leaves the womb.
You think that God’s not angry, that our land’s a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait before His judgment comes?
How are we to face our God, from whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do, but stem this evil tide?
If we who are His children, will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face and mend our evil way:
Then God. we’ll hear from Heaven;
And forgive us of our sins,
He’ll heal our sickly land and those who live within.
But America the Beautiful, if you don’t- then you will see,
A sad but Holy God withdraw His hand from Thee.
Judge Roy More, The 10 Commandment Judge