The Master of the Wind
The storms of life, that buffet sore,
We never want to blow our way.
But, the Master leans way down, to us,
With His gentle voice to say ...
"Look up here, my dearest child.
Here are my hands outstretched to you.
Though you're awash by troubled sea,
Believe that I can see you through.
Your strength may feel long
gone,
With no breeze to stretch your sail.
But, my breath will turn the wheel.
For, my love will never fail.
As I am the Maker of the rain,
The Master of the mighty wind,
I will control the storm of life
Until the sun can shine again.
Though you may feel so unworthy
To speak My holy name,
Never dreaming you'd be called to suffer,
Yet, My love remains the same.
You cannot float adrift
unanchored,
Lost in a stormy night.
For, My strong hand holds fast the tiller,
To guide you with My light.
I will glide you beyond the crashing waves,
To soar on wings, above.
As The Master of the winds of time,
I will lift you to My home of love.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2003 used with permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
~ Scripture ~
" You alone are the LORD. You made the heavens,
even the highest heavens, and all their starry host,
the earth and all that is on it, the seas and all
that is in them. You give life to everything, and the
multitudes of heaven worship you." Nehemiah 9:6
Our Thought For Today
Our praise is pretty irrelevant to everyone and
everything but us, those closest to us, and amazingly
to God. In a universe so vast, so much bigger than
Nehemiah could have imagined, what is our small
voice and our song of praise?
The billions of stars and innumerable creatures of
the immense seas all cry out that our Creator is
LORD. God will receive the worship of the angels
and all the heavenly beings.
What difference does it make if we praise him?
To the universe, to be blunt, it doesn't matter.
But it does to us! It matters even more to the
LORD, who longs to be our Father and wants to
bring us into relationship with himself.
~ Prayer ~
" Holy and amazing God, you alone are Lord --
Lord of all creation and Lord of my life. You are
praised by all you have made. Your works cry
out and declare your creative genius and your
loving kindness. Father, I want to add my
heartfelt praise to the chorus of creation,
the voices of the angels, and the praise of many
who have come before me. You are truly worthy
to be praised. I gladly offer you my words, my
songs, my heart, and my life. In Jesus' name."
Amen.
Love, Mrs. P
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By; Squire Parsons
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~~Scriptures~~
I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and
My fortress: my God; in Him will I trust.
Psalm 91;2
When you pass through the waters, I will be
with you; And when you pass through the
rivers, they will Not sweep over you. When
you walk through the fire, You will not be
burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.
For I am the LORD, your God,
The Holy One of Israel, your Savior-
Isaiah 43:2-3
"Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow...
but only empties today of its strength."
C. H. Spurgeon
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