Teach Me To Pray, pt.3

Chapter 3:

Continual, Persistent Prayer

Prayer is a way of life for true believers… prayer is like breathing. The natural thing for us to do is commune with God. Prayer should flow naturally and continually from our hearts… we should be in constant communion with God.

Think of prayer as living in continual God-consciousness, in which everything we see and experience becomes a kind of prayer, living in deep awareness of and surrender to our heavenly Father. Living in unbroken communion with Him makes life a continually ascending prayer. All your thoughts, deeds, and circumstances become an opportunity to commune with your heavenly Father.

God’s greatest desire, and our greatest need, is to be in constant fellowship with Him now, and there is no greater earthly expression or experience of that fellowship than prayer.


Persistent Perseverance:

Prayer is not easy. Just because we can talk to God anytime throughout the day certainly doesn’t mean we will. But… to “continue earnestly in prayer” (Colossians 4:2) is to courageously and persistently bring everything, especially the needs of others, before God. The matter of perseverance is taught in two parables: Luke 11:5-10 and Luke 18:2-5.

God longs to respond to His chosen children who are persistent in prayer – so just keep praying without ceasing and don’t give up. Keep knocking. Keep asking. Keep seeking.

(But remember – we can never, by our persistence, force God to do what we want against His will; but we do need to demonstrate to Him a heart of compassion and the genuineness of a concerned and caring soul)


Constant Alertness:

If we are to persevere in prayer, we must also be on the alert to situations that need our prayers. We need to keep our eyes open – to be alert to the spiritual needs of others. As we become sensitive to what is happening around us, we learn what to pray.



A Prayer Of Charles Spurgeon:

O Thou blessed God! The joy of knowing that we are Thine forever, Thine in trials of life, and Thine in the last dread of death, and then Thine in resurrection, Thine throughout eternity! We do therefore worship Thee, O God, not as a constraining nor under terror or pressure, but cheerfully and gladly, ascribing unto Thee praise, and power, and dominion, and glory, and honour, world without end. We wish we knew how to do something for Thee. We pray that we may be helped to do so ere we die; yea, that every flying hour may confess that we have brought Thy Gospel some renown; that we may so live as to extend the Redeemer’s kingdom at least in some little measure; that ours may not be a fruitless, wasted life; that no faculty of ours may lay by and rust; but to the utmost of our capacity may we be helped of the Divine Spirit to spend our whole life in real adoration.


Scripture verses mentioned:

Luke 11:5-10 - Then he said to them, “Suppose one of you has a friend, and he goes to him at midnight and says, 'Friend, lend me three loaves of bread, because a friend of mine on a journey has come to me, and I have nothing to set before him.'
"Then the one inside answers, 'Don't bother me. The door is already locked, and my children are with me in bed. I can't get up and give you anything.' I tell you, though he will not get up and give him the bread because he is his friend, yet because of the man's boldness he will get up and give him as much as he needs.
"So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.”


Luke 18:2-5 - He said: "In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared about men. And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, 'Grant me justice against my adversary.' "For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, 'Even though I don't fear God or care about men, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won't eventually wear me out with her coming!'"

Teach Me To Pray, pt.2

A summarized look at Chapter 2 of Lord, Teach Me To Pray…


How Should We Pray?

There are many ways to pray – pray on your knees, pray with your hands up, pray with your hands folded, read a prayer out of a book, pray aloud, pray silently, or pray in many other ways. But Paul says that we are to be “praying always with all prayer and supplication” (Ephesians 6:18). If we are going to be praying all the time, we must be able to pray in all kinds of different ways.

When is the best time to pray? Psalm 55:17 says, “Evening and morning and at noon I will pray.” Daniel prayed three times a day (Daniel 6:10). Luke 6:12 says that Jesus “continued all night in prayer to God.” Prayer ought to characterize our whole way of life.

There are no set formulas for prayer – but the following are guiding principles:

1. Ask In Christ’s Name – When Christ commands us to pray in His name, He wants us to pray consistent with who He is – His person, His will, and His purposes. When we truly pray in the name of Christ, we ought to be seeking to align ourselves with the will of God. So don’t get in the habit of adding “in Jesus’ name” to the end of your prayers with little or no thought for the reason you’re doing so. Rather, realize to whom you are praying and why. You are coming to the Lord of the universe to be used by Him in the accomplishment of His will in your life. (Note: MacArthur says that he closes his prayers with: “This I ask because I believe this is consistent with the will and person of the Lord Jesus Christ.” Because that thought pervades his prayer, it allows him to filter out all unnecessary and selfish requests)
2. Ask In Faith – All Christians need to approach God believing in His wisdom and power. He wants to see us trust Him. …If you don’t believe God’s promises, the Bible says you make Him a liar (1 John 5:10). As Christians, we dishonour God when we doubt Him. Unbelievers ought to be able to know Christians as those who live confidently because our trust in God is evident.
3. Ask In The Spirit – In times that we simply don’t know how to pray, the Holy Spirit helps out (Romans 8:26-27). The Holy Spirit is constantly praying for us. Ephesians 6:18 says we are to pray “in the Spirit.” That simply means that because the Holy Spirit always prays in the will of God, we need to line ourselves up with Him. Offer prayers that are consistent with the Spirit’s prayers so that you are committed only to God’s will. Praying in the Spirit is the same as praying in the name of Christ – praying in a manner consistent with who He is and what His will is. …But how do we do that? By walking in the fullness of the Spirit. As our lives are filled with the Spirit, as we walk in obedience to Him, and as we are constantly communing with God, the Spirit of God will govern our thoughts so that our prayers will be in harmony with Him. That is supernatural praying – when the Spirit of God pulls you into His praying patterns.
4. Ask From A Pure Heart – James 5:16 says, “The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.” We need to ask from a pure heart for God to consider our prayers. What is the righteousness James refers to? A personal and practical righteousness. We are commanded to live righteous lives. What James is saying is that if you expect God to answer your prayers, you must be committed to living a righteous life. (other verses about this: 1 John 3:22; Psalm 66:18; Psalm 34:15).

A Prayer Of Charles Spurgeon:

… Lord, help us to do Thy will. Take the crippled kingdom of our manhood and reign Thou over it. Let spirit and body be consecrated to God. May there be no reserves; may everything be given up to Thee. Reign forever! Pierced King, despised and nailed to a tree, sit Thou on the glorious high throne in our hearts, and may our lives prove that Thou art Lord over us; by our every thought and desire, and imagination, and word, and act, in every respect being under Thy divine control.


Scripture verses mentioned:

Daniel 6:10 - Now when Daniel learned that the decree had been published, he went home to his upstairs room where the windows opened toward Jerusalem. Three times a day he got down on his knees and prayed, giving thanks to his God, just as he had done before.

1 John 5:10 - Anyone who believes in the Son of God has this testimony in his heart. Anyone who does not believe God has made him out to be a liar, because he has not believed the testimony God has given about his Son.

Romans 8:26-27 - In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God's will.

1 John 3:22 - …and receive from him anything we ask, because we obey his commands and do what pleases him.

Psalm 66:18 - If I had cherished sin in my heart, the Lord would not have listened.

Psalm 34:15 - The eyes of the LORD are on the righteous and his ears are attentive to their cry.

Teach Me To Pray, pt.1

I recently borrowed a book from a friend called Lord, Teach Me To Pray, by John MacArthur. It turned out to be one of the best books I’ve read about prayer. He covers many topics and questions about prayer, and I found it to be full of great encouragement and words of inspiration to apply to my own prayer life. So I thought I’d jot down some of the highlights of the book, and share them in here. I’ll do this chapter by chapter for the next little while.
So, beginning today is chapter 1:

Why Pray?

Because we know that God’s power is invincible and His will unhindered, we should have unwavering faith in coming to His throne in prayer. Any view that strips believers of their passion to pray is disobedient Christianity.
The Bible details at least five reasons we ought to pray:

1. Prayer Is Commanded – (Ephesians 6:18; 1 Thessalonians 5:17) This is not a mere suggestion – we don’t have the option to ignore it because we can’t determine how our prayer fits into God’s plans. Even though we cannot know how our prayers work within God’s eternal rule and purpose, we are to pray.


2. It Is A Sin Not To Pray – Because we are commanded to pray, it is an act of disobedience if we don’t pray. Prayer is a duty, and the neglect of prayer is therefore a sin.


3. Prayer Gives Glory To God – The primary issue in prayer is not obtaining what we want but allowing God to display His glory. The eternal benefit of prayer is that it magnifies God’s glory. (Daniel 9:16-17)


4. Prayer Aligns Us With God’s Purposes – Often we pray with the idea that we can pull God into line with our plans. But that is not the goal of prayer. When you begin to seek God’s purposes in your prayers, your heart will be aligned with His will.


5. Prayer Results In Answers – God answers prayer, and that alone should be reason enough to pray. (James 5:16)

God sovereignly uses our prayers to fulfill His perfect plan. Therefore, our petitions should reflect our heart’s desires. At the same time, we show our willingness to surrender our will to God’s own holy purposes.


A Prayer Of Charles Spurgeon:

Our Father, Thy children who know Thee delight themselves in Thy presence. We are never happier than when we are near Thee. We have found a little heaven in prayer. It has eased our load to tell Thee of its weight; it has relieved our wound to tell Thee of its smart; it has restored our spirit to confess to Thee its wanderings. No place like the mercy seat for us.
We do bless Thee, Lord, for instituting the blessed ordinance of prayer. What could we do without it, and we take great shame to ourselves that we should use it so little. We pray that we may be men of prayer, taken up with it, that it may take us up and bear us as on its wings towards heaven.

Scripture verses mentioned:

Ephesians 6:18 - And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.

1 Thessalonians 5:17 - pray continually

Daniel 9:16-17 - O Lord, in keeping with all your righteous acts, turn away your anger and your wrath from Jerusalem, your city, your holy hill. Our sins and the iniquities of our fathers have made Jerusalem and your people an object of scorn to all those around us. Now, our God, hear the prayers and petitions of your servant. For your sake, O Lord, look with favour on your desolate sanctuary.

James 5:16 - Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.

A Snoodle's Tale

I don’t have any kids; instead, I am “Auntie Jess” to my best friends’ kids, and as such love to spoil my dear “nieces & nephews” and make my home a fun and comfortable place for them to come to. My “niece” Gracie comes to visit regularly and has made herself right at home. She goes straight into my office to her toy shelf and gets all the toys she wants to play with that day, or, more commonly lately, she goes to my living room entertainment unit and grabs the remotes for me to turn on the TV, and then grabs her new favourite thing to watch here – a Veggie Tales DVD called “God Made You Special.” I’m thrilled that Gracie is starting to like Veggie Tales. She doesn’t quite know what to make of it sometimes, but she dances to the music and seems to be enthralled with the animation. The funny thing is, is that I know most adults are just as excited to watch Veggie Tales as their kids. And now I see why!
There is a story on this DVD called “A Snoodle’s Tale,” which is a very well-known Veggie Tales story. And it is my favourite! It’s a sweet little story with a very good message. I can’t wait until Gracie is old enough to fully understand it!
I thought I’d post the story here for you to enjoy. Yes, perhaps that seems a tad immature… but I really think that the story is a great little read. If you have a young child, perhaps you can read this to them sometime! I’m confident in saying that they’ll enjoy it. :)

A Snoodle’s Tale

Far, far away in the land of Galoots, where the biggle-bag trees bear their biggle-bag fruits, and far-lilly bushes all blossom in yellow, and thimbuttle plants squirt snooberry jell-o…
Here where the mountains of rocky-ma-goo rise high o’er the meadows of gilda-manjoo; where sunsets are painted with purple and blue, you’ll find a small town, not much bigger than you.
Welcome to Snoodleburg, home of the Snoodles! A curious folk who eat pancakes with noodles and spend half their days making sketches and doodles, and cutting their hair into shapes like French poodles.
Now, right in the heart of this curious town is a curious building – the tallest around! With a clock at its top and a chute at its bottom, ‘tis pink in the Spring and turns red in the Autumn. But weirder by far than its colour or height is what happens there every fourth Tuesday night. As strange as it seems, it has been demonstrated that Snoodles aren’t born, but rather, “created.”
Every fourth Tuesday at quarter past nine, the tower would shimmy, and rattle and whine. And as the town nibbles on biggle-bag fruit, a shiny young Snoodle will drop from the chute! That’s where they came from, though no one knows why; nor who could have built the tower so high. These “mysteries of life” befuddled most Snoodles, who’d much rather focus on pancakes and noodles and cutting their hair into shapes like French poodles. Yes, most found the tower too noisy and strange, until one small Snoodle made all of that change.
This little Snoodle was much like the others; he came without siblings – no sisters or brothers. He came without money, no mom or a dad… the pack on his back was all that he had.
“This is peculiar,” the little guy said. “I came from a chute and I fell on my head! What do I look like? What am I for?” He pondered those questions, and then thought of more. “Checking my bag is a good place to start.” He pulled out some paints. “Maybe I’m good at art!”
The next thing he found was a Snoodle-kazoo. “Hey, what do you know! I can make music too!” Then back on his pack he pulled a small string, and out from the sides popped two little wings.
“Amazing!” he said, with a gleam in his eye. “I can paint, play kazoo, and now I can fly! Wait ‘til the others see all the great things I can do with my paints, my kazoo, and my wings!”
So he packed up his paints and his Snoodle-kazoo, and he hopped off to show them all what he could do.
There from the top of a short, stubby wall, the big Snoodles heard the new small Snoodle call:
“Come watch me, you guys, as I head for the sky!” He straightened his wings with a gleam in his eye, then he jumped and he flapped like the red-snootered finches that fly from the plains to the peak of Mount Ginchez. His flight, unlike theirs, covered only 12 inches.
“You call that flying?”
“You think you’re a bird?!?”
“We’ve never seen anything quite so absurd!” The old Snoodle snorted, he sniggered, he shook, “I’ll paint you a picture to show how you looked!”
The brushstrokes were skilful; the colours were coolish. The story they told made the young one feel foolish.
“Take it from us,” said a Snoodle named Lou. “Flying just isn’t what you’re meant to do!”
The young Snoodle drooped. He felt his heart sag. The painting, the old Snoodle placed in his bag. “Carry this with you,” the old Snoodle said. “So visions of flying don’t go to your head.” The weight on his back was as heavy as lead.
So under the weight of the picture he bore, he hobbled along, feeling lonely and sore. ‘til up far ahead on a bench near the tower, he spied a bright bundle of far-lilly flowers. His heart started lifting – “What beautiful things!” Then he remembered, “I’ve got more than wings!”
So quickly he dug the paints out of his pack and hoped that with art maybe he’d have the knack.
“I did it!” he yelled to the Snoodles in town, then held up his picture as they gathered ‘round.
“You did it alright,” said the Snoodles, replying, “you showed you’re no better at painting than flying!” Then one of them laughed, and while eating a waffle, painted a picture than made him feel awful.
“You’re puny!”
“You’re silly!”
“You’re not all that smart!”
“You can’t use your wings, and you’re no good at art!”
That picture, too, was placed in his pack and made his heart slump just as low as his back.
“I’m ugly, I’m foolish, and so very small. I don’t think I should be with Snoodles at all.”
And so he decided to get out of town. His wings hung so low, that they dragged on the ground. He walked past the tower and out of the city; he walked through the fields and thought, “My, this is pretty!” The far-lilly bushes all blooming in yellow, and thimbuttle plants squirting snooberry jell-o.
“I might like it here,” said the small Snoodle fellow.
Then feeling some warmth coming back in his chest, he thought he would sit for a moment and rest. But try as he might to sit down with grace, the weight on his back knocked him flat on his face!
“Ha! That’s a hoot!” said a voice from behind. A farmer stood up with a thimbuttle vine. “Why, you need a picture, my Snoodleburg bud, lest you forget how you look in the mud!”
And so in that instant the picture was done, and placed in his backpack, which now weighed a ton!
The poor Snoodle struggled, he wobbled, he groaned; he stood to his feet and he said with a moan, “Is there anywhere I can be truly alone?!?”
Just then overhead flew two red-snootered finches, winging their way toward the peak of Mount Ginchez.
“I see,” said the Snoodle, “then that’s what I’ll do. The home for those finches will be my home, too.” So, painfully struggling under his pack, the small Snoodle inched up the big mountain’s back. He crawled over boulders in rain and in lightning. He trudged on and on, though the journey was frightening. ‘Til finally on Sunday at quarter past two, he spied all the meadows of gilda-manjoo and realized he was on top of Mount Ginchez, alone with the wind, and his thoughts and the finches.
He thought of the Snoodles; he thought of the tower; he thought of the bell that would chime on the hour. He thought of his pack and his very long walk. He thought it so loudly he heard his thoughts talk!
“Hello,” said his thoughts, “you’ve made quite a climb!”
“That voice,” he remarked, “doesn’t sound much like mine.”
Then he turned and he noticed he wasn’t alone – for a man stood behind near a cave in the stone. He looked like a Snoodle, though quite a bit bigger. “Maybe a giant,” the small Snoodle figured.
“I’m going!” the Snoodle boy said with a huff. “And don’t paint a picture – I’ve got quite enough!”
“But first, come inside,” the man said. “Have some tea! I’m so very pleased that you’re visiting me!”
The Snoodle boy stopped, though he’d only gone inches, and stared at the stranger he’d found on Mount Ginchez. He didn’t seem angry; in fact, he looked kind. The poor little boy was confused… “Are you blind? I’m puny! I’m silly! I’m not all that smart! I can’t use my wings, and I’m no good at art!”
The stranger leaned down with a pain in his heart. “Who told you these things?” he asked, “how do you know?”
“These pictures I have in my pack tell me so.” The small Snoodle sniffled and started to go.
“First, if you please, let me look at this art that makes your pack heavy and weighs down your heart.”
Then, picture by picture, he unpacked the bag that bent the poor Snoodle and made his wings sag.
“Dear boy,” said the man, “these look nothing like you!” Then into the fire the pictures he threw.
He rose from his chair, saying “wait there – you’ll see that what you need most is a picture from me!” The Snoodle sat patiently, sipping his tea. Then from a room in the back he returned, and said, “Dear little Snoodle, it’s time that you learned what you really look like!” And he threw off the sheet. What the boy saw warmed him right to his feet. The boy in the portrait looked older and strong, with wings on his back that were sturdy and long, and a look in his eye both courageous and free.
“Sir?” asked the boy, “are you saying that’s me? I’d like to believe it, but sir, I’m afraid to.”
“I know who you are,” the man said, “for I made you. I built the tower and set it in motion. I planted the meadow, put fish in the ocean. And I feed the finches – though most Snoodles doubt it – not one of them falls that I don’t know about it. I’ve seen you fall down in the mud and the goo. I’ve seen all you’ve done, and all you will do. I gave you your pack, and your paints and your wings. I chose them for you – they’re your special things. The Snoodle-kazoo is so you can sing about colours in Autumn or flowers in Spring. I gave you your brushes in hopes that you’d see how using them, you could make pictures for me. Most of the Snoodles,” the old one said sadly, “just use their paints to make others feel badly.”
The young Snoodle pondered the things he’d been told. Then wondering something, grew suddenly bold.
“But sir, if you made this incredible land, can’t you make Snoodles obey your command?”
The big one smiled warmly, then said to the small, “A gift that’s demanded is no gift at all.”
With that the small Snoodle reached into his pack, and pulled out the picture he’d made ten miles back. “They’re far-lillies, sir, from over the bridge.”
The old one beamed bright and said, “That’s for my fridge!”
After the small Snoodle’s picture was hung, the old one bent down to the face of the young. He said, “Here’s what you look like; here’s how I see you. Keep this in your pack and you’ll find it will free you from all of the pictures and all of the lies that others made up just to cut down your size. And lastly, your wings – you know what they’re for. But no just to fly, son, I want you to soar!”
“But sir,” said the Snoodle, “how can I fly? This picture’s so big, I won’t get very high!”
“But this picture’s special – it’s bigger, it’s brighter – carry it close and I think you’ll feel lighter.”
As soon as he heard it, the Snoodle looked down and noticed that he was an inch off the ground! He laughed and he leaped, and he flew from the cave feeling now older and stronger and brave. And he flew through the clouds and he flew with the finches, and soared up and down ‘round the peak of Mount Ginchez. He flew over far-lilly bushes in yellow, and thimbuttle plants squirting snooberry jell-o. He flew over biggle bag trees and their fruits, in big, lazy loops o’er the land of Galoots. Then hurried back home to the center of town, where the Snoodles all stood with their wings on the ground.

And starting precisely at quarter past two, he told them the story that I just told you.

Oh Lord, You're Beautiful

Oh Lord, You’re Beautiful
By: Keith Green

Oh Lord, You're beautiful
Your face is all I see
For when Your eyes are on this child
Your grace abounds to me

Oh Lord, please light the fire
That once burned bright and clean
Replace the lamp of my first love
That burns with holy fear

I want to take Your Word and shine it all around
But first help me just to live it, Lord
And when I'm doing well, help me to never seek a crown
For my reward is giving glory to You

Ask, Seek, Knock

Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find;

knock and the door will be opened to you.

For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds;

and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.

Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone?

Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake?

If you, then, though you are evil,

know how to give good gifts to your children,

how much more will your Father in heaven

give good gifts to those who ask him!

So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you,

for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.

- Matthew 7:7-12

P&PA - Feb. 11

The Persecution & Prayer Alert for February 11th

Cumbered With Much Serving

Here is another fantastic reading by Charles Spurgeon:

“Martha was cumbered about much serving.”

– Luke 10:40

Her fault was not that she served: the condition of a servant compliments every Christian. “I serve,” should be the motto of all the princes of the royal family of heaven. Nor was it her fault that she had “much serving.” We cannot do too much. Let us do all that we possibly can; let head, and heart, and hands, be engaged in the Master’s service. It was no fault of hers that she was busy preparing a feast for the Master. Happy Martha, to have an opportunity of entertaining so blessed a guest, and happy, too, to have the spirit to throw her whole soul so heartily into the preparation. Her fault was that she grew “cumbered with much serving,” so that she forgot Him and only remembered the service. She allowed service to override communion, and so presented one duty stained with the blood of another.
We ought to be Martha and Mary in one: we should do much service and have much communion at the same time. For this we need great grace. It is easier to serve than to commune. Joshua never grew weary in fighting with the Amalekites; but Moses, on the mountaintop in prayer, needed two helpers to sustain his hands. The more spiritual the exercise, the sooner we tire in it. The choicest fruits are the hardest to rear: the most heavenly character traits are the most difficult to cultivate. Beloved, while we do not neglect external things, good enough in themselves, we ought also to see to it that we enjoy living, personal fellowship with Jesus. See to it that sitting at the Saviour’s feet is not neglected, even though it be under the specious pretext of doing Him service. The first thing for our soul’s health, the first thing for His glory, and the first thing for our own usefulness, is to keep ourselves in perpetual communion with the Lord Jesus, and to see that the vital spirituality of our religion is maintained over and above everything else in the world.
(C.H. Spurgeon)

Slow Fade

These lyrics are from a song that I really like, called “Slow Fade” by Casting Crowns. I find this song to be a really good reminder/warning about temptation and the affects that compromising and giving in to temptation bring to our lives as it takes the form of sin.

Slow Fade

Be careful little eyes what you see
It's the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings
Be careful little feet where you go
For it's the little feet behind you that are sure to follow

It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to grey
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
It's a slow fade, it's a slow fade

Be careful little ears what you hear
When flattery leads to compromise, the end is always near
Be careful little lips what you say
For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray

It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to grey
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day

The journey from your mind to your hands
Is shorter than you're thinking
Be careful if you think you stand
You just might be sinking

It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to grey
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
Daddies never crumble in a day
Families never crumble in a day

Oh be careful little eyes what you see
Oh be careful little eyes what you see
For the Father up above is looking down in love
Oh be careful little eyes what you see

More of Jesus

A dear friend of mine sent me this little poem a long time ago, and I’ve always appreciated it very much… it reads:

More of
His voice in my ears
His tears on my face
His praise on my lips
His death in my life
His dirt on my hands
His hope in my grief
His fruit in my service
His love in my home
His courage in my convictions
His nearness in my loneliness
His answers to my prayers
His glory on my knees
More of

Jesus