LITTLE THINGS

LITTLE THINGS

Too often we don’t realize what we have until it is gone;
Too often we wait too late to say “I’m sorry – I was wrong.”

Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones we hold dearest to our hearts;
And we allow foolish things to tear our lives apart.

Far too many times we let unimportant things into our minds;
And then it’s usually too late to see what made us blind.

So be sure that you let people know how much they mean to you;
Take that time to say the words before your time is through.

Be sure that you appreciate everything you’ve got;
And be thankful for the Little things in life that mean a lot.

(Author unknown)

THE LIE – A Poem

The King of Glory, Jesus Christ, does not dwell in inanimate objects.

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Isaiah 44:20 … Is there not a lie in my right hand?

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THE LIE

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The palm tree, lovely, regal, tall,

The sculpture, most beloved by all,

The chamber, made of finest gold,

Their beauty do our eyes behold.

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Majestic though they seem to be,

They cannot hear, nor can they see.

Inanimate, things not alive,

Is not where Jesus Christ abides.

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In bread and wine He won’t be found,

Although these teachings do abound.

The Serpent, as in days of old,

Deceives the many, scores untold.

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God’s Spirit dwells in man alone,

Not in an object made of stone,

Not in the lifeless things of earth,

But by His Spirit, the new birth.

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Cathy White 2019 ©

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Psalm 115:

4  Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men’s hands.

5 They have mouths, but they speak not: eyes have they, but they see not:

6 They have ears, but they hear not: noses have they, but they smell not:

7 They have hands, but they handle not: feet have they, but they walk not: neither speak they through their throat.

8 They that make them are like unto them; so is every one that trusteth in them.

Isaiah 44:9-20

 

MY BIRTHDAY POEM

Just to be clear, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with singing Happy Birthday on any day of the week. But recently it was my birthday on the Lord’s day, and the Lord blessed me with this poem, a reflection of how I was feeling.

 

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MY BIRTHDAY POEM

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I’ld rather sing to Jesus,

Than you sing a song to me.

Back in ninteen eighty eight,

My Lord Jesus set me free.

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It’s Him I want to honor,

Because He created me,

And blessed me with salvation,

I’ve been born again you see.

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Three score and ten a milestone,

Many years upon this earth,

But my true celebration,

Is the day of my new birth.

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So let us sing to Jesus,

Singing praises to His name,

Who saved me from damnation,

And a life of sin and shame.

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Let’s praise Him all together,

Tell the world what He has done.

He shed His blood for sinners,

Tell them all about God’s Son.

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I’ld rather sing to Jesus,

Than you sing a song to me.

Back in ninteen eighty eight,

My Lord Jesus set me free.

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Cathy White 2019

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Have a blessed Lord’s Day!

A MOTHER’S PRAYER

A MOTHER’S PRAYER

A child, a gift from God above,

A child, to care for and to love,

Her days on earth have just begun,

Like morning dew and rising sun.

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Oh Lord, I give this child to Thee,

Her steps and life to oversee,

To guide and watch, and to her show,

The many blessings You bestow.

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Grant her Your wisdom from above,

Show her Your mercy and great love,

But most of all I ask of Thee,

Show her the Cross of Calvary.

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Open her heart while she’s still small,

To hear the beckon of Your call,

And when her earthly race is run,

To hear You say, “My child, well done”.

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The Bible tells us of two births,

One from above, one of this earth,

When all her days on earth are told,

I pray Your face she will behold.

Cathy White 2012 ©

John 3:6-7  That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.  Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again.

A Poem – Our personal experience regarding THE SWORD

THE SWORD

Parents, brethren, child, in the flesh,

Same family we do share,

God’s Word, His Sword, came to our clan,

Dividing wheat and tare.

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The nearest, dearest, ones we love,

Now keep quite far away,

But pray we will, and not give up,

They’ll join with us one day.

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The sword is real, though not of steel,

It separates in two,

Those who believe, and those who don’t,

It’s left for us to choose.

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Do we love them, oh yes we do,

But Christ we love much more,

If we turn back, once truth be known,

He’ll one day shut the door.

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It was foretold, in days of old,

This way that it would be,

For those of us, who love the Lord,

Who choose to follow thee.

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It’s plain that if we silent kept,

And never did we speak,

So many lost relationships,

Would still be ours to keep.

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We preach of sin, and saving grace,

Repent, believe, we say,

These words are what upsets them most,

They tell us, go away!

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My hands are clean, I’ve done my job,

Misunderstood I’ve been,

My great concern, without the Lord,

They will die in their sin!

Cathy White 2007 ©

Matthew 10:34-39 Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. And a man’s foes shall be they of his own household. He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. And he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is not worthy of me. He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.