A collection of Inspirational verses

[Not-Home-Yet]

I would like to share this little book I have ....it was my mothers book and it has been made up for a church in Kingaroy which is in Australia in Queensland...This Book was put together by a lady named Betty Eyu. I would like to place a verse out of this book every day there are 37 verses in this book ....love Jane

The Gentle VoiceWhenever I fearful, of what may lie ahead,When tomorrow's far away, and hopes are few..I listen for the Gentle Voice...of Jesus...as He Says, 'Don't worry child, I've cleared the way for you."In shame, I often look behind, and see the pathis strewn...with pride and hurtful sins where I have been...The Voice... so full of suffering...gently whispers, once again... "Look straightahead...your past has been redeemed!"Each fear-filled, faltering footstep, that Istumble every day...on my journey through this sin-filled...selfish land...isstrengthen all the way, because THAT Voice ...so full of love...says...''I'm beside you...let me take your hand''.When overcome be weariness, unable to go on...I cry..."Lord tell me... what am I to do?"...again THAT Voice...so full of love andtenderness replies... '' Until you're strong...please let me say..."My precious child...you'resafe...at last, you're home!"__________________​

 

[gumby]

Thats very nice, if i may ask though what prvided the inspiration of that book though?

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

gumby I can not say but all I know it was made up for the church my mum a tended.... but my guess would be it was written with the help of the Holy Spirit......love Jane

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

Transplanted Roots Mankind is a forest....each man, a growingtree...and where our ROOTS are planted...determines what we'll be.When worldly goods and pleasures, entice...and feed our roots...our exterior LOOKS attractive...with bright plumage...buds, and shoots. but deep within the brittle trunk...a wood-rotstarts to grow...and feeds upon the very heart...where sap...and life force flow.If wood-rot is not treated...it's growth is swift...and sure...and eats through every limb and leaf...unless we find THE CURE!But when our roots are grounded...in ChristJesus ...Son of God...no wood-rot can invade the crop...that grows...in PERFECT SOD!SO THE CURE for wood-rot is...of course...rebirth...TRANSPLANTED ROOTS... nourishedby The Holy Spirit...NEW CREATION...BrandNew shoots!Fertilized with precious food...The Body of our Lord...great streams of Living waters are...throughout our deep roots poured.Then thankful limbs reach up...and trunks bowlow...in praise to God...in the FOREST OFETERNAL LIFE...the ground where Jesus trod.__________________​

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

Hind's FeetMy feet dear Lord...are made of clay,they're fragile....,and they stray,they often leave the narrow road,...and take the easy way. And then dear Lord...in helplessness,...broken...bruised...and torn,They stumble...in the darkness,...Repentance, brings the dawn.Then dear Lord...with eyes fixed on Your sweet ... forgiving face,they hurry...to the narrow path,...awash...with Holy Grace.My heart...and head must be...dear Lord, in unison ...and tracksurrendered heart...and mind...andwill...are NEVER...out of whack!Please give me feet...like Hind's feetLord...so I can strongly tread,the straight and narrow road where You are waiting...up ahead!​

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

The Narrow Gate Enter through'the narrow gate',although the way is long,surrender...is the vessel, and faith will make you strong.The road to sure destruction...on the other hand...is broad,it's big...and wide...and chosen,by the greedy...selfish horde.who blindly go the worldly way,and jostle one another...puffed up with self-importance,...the call of Christ they smother!But heaven's golden gate of lifealthough it's narrow...small,is found by wise men...safely...through our Saviour's loving call.The call of full surrender,spoken gently...crystal clear,"Taken up your cross...my children,and daily...follow me!"When you enter through that narrow gate,Christ Jesus...gentle...mild...the Author of THAT VOICE will say,..."WELL DONE...MY PRECIOUS CHILD!"​

 

[Miss Hepburn]

How do people get things to rhyme so well. This is positively lovely!I'll say the Holy Spirit had a hand in these!!

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

Thank you Miss Hepburn....They are beautiful I guess it must be a gift from Godto be able to rhyme these verses together....For He has given us all wonderful and different gifts.... Love Jane

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

The BlueprintWhen clouds hang dark...and very low...and hope seems far away...with choices unacceptable...and few...be still awhile...and look within...away from earthly din...and asked yourself,...'NOW WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?"You look around and see the hurting peopleeverywhere...searching for a caring friendtoday...you reach to help...with word's of love, encouragement and hope...and ask yourself... NOW WHAT WOULD JESUS SAY?This greedy world of sin and pride...crowds inon every side...temptation's at your front...and at your back... the cross of Calvary cantake away all fear and doubt...just askyourself...NOW HOW WOULD JESUS ACT?"the way is really up to us...for we alone canchoose...the right way...or the wrong way up ahead...we have to seek most earnestly...theway to WIN..or LOSE...Jesus showed us how...by what he did and said!The BLUEPRINT is precious life of Jesus,...Son of God...ETERNAL LIFE, the ultimatereward... OBEDIENCE,the keyhole...SURRENDER,perfect key...THE ARCHITECT...is Jesus Christ...our Lord.​

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

Trust and obey


Deep down dear Lord...it's very clear...what my
heart wants to do...as I stumble on this rough,
and weary way...to surrender all I am...all
I do...and all I say...to love You Lord...to
trust You...and Obey!


I start each day surrendering...then pride rears
up and says..."you really MUST be in control
today"...but with my eyes on you...Your power
comes flowing through...to love you Lord ..to
trust you...and OBEY!


When earthly fears and worries...cloud my mind
and blur my vision...You lift me high...till
troubles fade away...You hold me so that I
can do...the things I need to do...to love
you Lord...to trust You..and Obey!


I offer all my thoughts dear Lord...and every
deed I do ...I offer every word that I may
say...I dedicate each corner of my heart
...my soul...my life...to love You lord
...to trust You...and Obey!


Loving Lord...please teach me...how to be much
more like You...to follow in the footprints
that You made... You did Your Father's Will...
and on a lonely hill...You loved, dear Lord...
You trusted...and OBEYED!

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

The Armour


Around my waist...THE BELT OF TRUTH...


God's strength...and power and
might...for only with God's armour
on...will I be strong...to fight!
with RIGHTEOUSNESS my BREASTPLATE
...to shield my heart within...
from negative emotions...that
plant the seed of sin.
with FEET shod with the Gospel Of
Peace...God's special brand...so
in fearful...dark adversity...
I'll strongly...bravely stand.
I hold up high...the SHIELD OF FAITH
...to block the fiery darts...
please deepen...widen...broaden...
lengthen... strengthen...every
part.
Upon my head the HELMET OF SALVATION
...now i don...to shield my mind
from evil thoughts...sins ALWAYS
feeds upon.
It also keeps my mind on You..dear
Jesus...mighty Chief...You lead
the army where I serve...to
fight the unseen thief.
in my hand the only weapon given
...with my armour bright...the
SWORD OF THE SPIRIT...is the Word
of God...to keep things right.
And in my times of great need...
I pray I will recall... the words
of truth...to strike at sin...and
cause 'the foe'...to fall.
Now dressed in all my armour...I stand
...alert...and tall...i surrender
all I do and think and say...please
take it all!
And guide me where You want me...'till
your precious will is done...I stand
nor...at attention...lead me on...
God's Blessed Son!...Amen

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

Hurting Heart

With heart bowed low in silent prayer
I ask Our God above...
to send His angels down to earth,
and circle you..with love.

to shield you...protect you,
all through this time of grief
and fill your lonely...hurting heart,
with His pure...special peace.

And may His ministering angels, take
your pain...your grief...your loss,
and leave them...at the blessed feet,
...of Jesus....at the cross.

I've asked God...for a rainbow, to
fill the empty hole...and in
your tear-filled, hurting heart,
..."please put...a pot of gold!

And in it...place the moments,
bright and beautiful...and strong,
the precious...golden memories,
of your love one...who has gone.

Dear friend...my special love, and
thoughts...go with this prayer
today...my heart and spirit cries
for you...as I sincerely pray.

May God...in all His mercy...and
the peace that His love brings...
carry you...above the hurt...up
high...on Eagle's wings!

 

[pastorlesofm]

These are wonderful thoughts. They say so much. I have a few people I'd like to share with them who need encouragement. Thank you for taking the time to place them here. God Bless your work.

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

pastorlesofm

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

Healing Prayer

At the feet of Gentle Jesus,
Who alone...can intercede,
I kneel in supplication,
...to heal you...in your need.

To Lift you high, and shield you,
from the things that cause you pain,
and hold you in His mighty arms,
till you are whole again.


I pray He fills your heart and mind,
with bright blue...sunny days,
and chases all your cares away,
with brilliant...rainbow rays.

And may His special angels,
and His Holy Spirit Dove,
Overflow you...with His perfect peace,
and circle you...with love...Amen!

 

[pastorlesofm]

Wonderful! Thank You

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

My Banner Overhead

Freely handed to me....by my Sovereign God
above...a banner...unconditional ... His
pure, and perfect LOVE.
A banner...strong and mighty...the foe just
CAN'T destroy...a great and
wonderful...my banner...edged with Joy.
In awe I see His hand ...His blessings
never cease...beneath my mighty banner...
I find...His perfect Peace.
When I hurry...and I run ahead...I know I'm
losing ground...but back beneath my banner,
...PATIENCE settles...all around.
And when I lose direction, in rebellion...pride
and blindness...with repentance...neath my
banner...is God's GOODNESS and His kINDNESS.
my great and mighty Sovereign Lord...with
Thankful heart I see...Your FAITHFULNESS,
...my banner...GENTLESS...enfolding me.
To help me in my daily walk...and soothe
my acting soul...He guides my banner so
I'll learn...the art of SELF-CONTROL!
The self-control of Jesus...Who died...so I
might live...His cross...my banner's
center-post...He gave all He could give!
This Jesus Christlike, Spirit Fruit...that
keeps my spirit fed...my mighty God
supplied within...MY BANNER...OVERHEAD.

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

The Oasis

As a lonely desert traveller, drags his weary body
on ...across the scorched and endless...hot...
dry sand...looking for cool springs of a
water cooled oasis...in a hard and cruel and
painful...desert land.
So a lost and lonely traveller drags his thirsty
spirit on across a trouble...sin-filled...
earthbound road...looking for The Spring...of
an Oasis...water filled...to rest awhile, and
shed heavy load.
He pants, with such a burning thirst, that words
cannot describe...a thirst that cannot...will
not...be denied...a thirst that screams for
water...from the precious Well of life...to
Satisfy heart longings...deep inside.
When hope revives...tiny streams of water...sweet
and cool...trickle down the dry, parched throat
until...with sudden...deep awareness...comes
the measure of THE THIRST...and the recognition
...of a void...unfilled!
And then the wise man understands...he CANNOT
walk alone...or his burning thirst will stay
unsatisfied...his only COOL OASIS...where The
Living Waters flow...is Jesus...and the
Cross on which He died.

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

The Awesome weapon

There's a fearful...awesome weapon...lying just
beyond the lips...it can crush a dream...or
cause a heart to break..with the heat of an
inferno...needing just a tiny spark...for a
raging forest fire...to create.

Which each...unrepented sin...lies within
our heart...the weapon has arsenal at hand
...to use just where it will...to hurt...to
main...to kill...at each unguarded...pride
produced command.

Dear Lord...it doesn't matter...how much pain it
cause me...please probe each deadly sin I
hide within...the darkness corners of my heart.
...each and every loaded dart...'till my
spirit gleams and sparkles...like a pin.

I prayerfully beseech You...place a sentry at my
lips...keep the words inside...until the job
is done keep the FEARFUL WEAPON still,
...waiting for Your perfect will...'till the
fiery...sin-filled battle has been won.

Then dear Lord, I pray You will...this empty
weapon fill...with seeds of loving words...and
praises sung...so a harvest will be seen...
everywhere MY weapon's been...from the time
that You disarm...and tame...My tongue!

 

[Not-Home-Yet]

Cobwebs

Cobwebs reach across the path...and...seem to hang
in space...they tangle unsuspecting feet,
...that run this earthly race.

with many sticky...silken threads...that grip
and hold us fast...the beauty of the structure,
...takes the eye...but doesn't last.

We don't recognize the danger...or see the trap
...that's set...we reach for all the treasures,
...in the cobwebs's fearsome net.

Around us all are cobwebs...that draw us deeply
in...with treasures of the earthy kind...each
one...a trap of sin.

Stuck fast...all our possessuions...become a joyful
loss...when we realize salvation lies...with
Jesus...at the cross.

Then with His loving...Gentle arms...our Saviour
pulls us free... to use His Name...destroying
every cobweb that we see.

Our Saviour died upon a cross...to crush our
enemy...Satan's cobweb now lies shattered...
...we can Claim...THE VICTORY!