PSALMS OF PRAISE

Be not discouraged, put on a big smile, be of good cheer, in this world trials are many, He who overcame it is near. Lose not heart, do take heart, find your lasting peace in Him, consummate peace in Him, He will in nowise disappoint you, though just now things may be grim (“A Letter […]

Dedicated June, 2023, to Aeffie, my best friend in Christ. I love you Aeffie, always and forever.     Birthed into eternity, not gone, happy eternity day, dearest loved one In the presence of God, with the heavenly throng, poised for resurrection, resurrection, blessed song. I miss you sore, to hug you again, do long,

Blessed Shepherd Jesus, even as you received from our Father in your day, so now we receive from you. All I have, even all I am, comes from your open hand. I breathe, and do, merely by the love of your grace blessed Provider. I am nothing of myself, am empty apart from you; how

Bloody drippings, a rich red, from thorns about your head.   Bloody, deep stripes, from heavy-handed brutes waling in delight.   Bloody eyes, swollen and black, from fists clenched in belittling attack.   Bloody holes, hands and feet, from wicked hammer blows indiscreet.   Bloody side, gashed and ripped open, from a spear thrust but

Great and loving Father, you sent your Spirit to many, all along time’s way, revealing your grace in Salvation, to be fulfilled in these last days. Papyri through bound pages, the consistent storyline does unfold, relating the love of a Savior, yea, the greatest love story ever told. Kingdoms should rise, nations cease, as the

  Carrying our Lord’s Burden, His Burden for His Bel\oved, One to another carrying, thus carrying, carrying His Burden, No, O my, it ain’t heavy, no way, His Burden ain’t heavy at all, Delivering, disseminating, distributing His Burden for His Beloved, Unto His dearly Beloved delivering, disseminating, distributing His Burden, In every conceivable way delivering,

All the Christmas lights, I saw today, made me look for you, and stop to pray—thank you Father for Jesus, our Christ. All the Christmas songs, I heard today, made me listen for you, and stop to pray—thank you Father for Jesus, our Christ. All the Christmas joy, I sensed today, made me glad through

Is not F understood sixth in this tongue? But whence comest thou F?   Ah, I had a simple beginning. I was born a Phoenician; I lived by the great sea, on her eastern side. My visage and temper was not the same then—I looked and sounded different in those days. But by the Grecians

“No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent Me draws him; and I will raise him up on the last day.”  John 6:44    Drawing, drawing, you hear His sound, and cannot tell, whence it comes, and whither it goes, thus drawn, to Christ, can you hear Him?, Father-bells, so quiet, Spirit-

Early, dawn, Arisen, gone, Savior, strong. Tuned, beyond, Eternity, long, Resurrection, song.