Life Is A Journey, Not A Destination: Psalms 62: 5-8

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Psalms 62: 5-8

"He only is my rock and my salvation, My stronghold; I shall not be shaken. On God my salvation and my glory rest; The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God. Trust in Him at all times, O people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us.

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Lord, this day belongs to You, do with me whatever is Your will

James 4: 13-17 Now listen, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money." Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, "If it is the Lord's will, we will live and do this or that." As it is, you boast in your arrogant schemes. All such boasting is evil. If anyone, then, knows the good they ought to do and doesn't do it, it is sin for them.

To My Greatest Gifts from God

Plumb - In My Arms

your baby blues
so full of wonder
your curley cues
your contagious smile
and as I watch
you start to grow up
all I can do is hold you tight

knowing clouds will raise up
storms will race in
but you will be safe in my arms
rains will pour down
waves will crash all around
but you will be safe in my arms

story books full of fairy tales
kings and queens and the bluest skies
my heart is torn just in knowing
you'll someday see the truth from lies

knowing clouds will raise up
storms will race in
but you will be safe in my arms
rains will pour down
waves will crash around
but you will be safe in my arms

castles they might crumble
dreams may not come true
but you are never all alone
because I will always
always love you

clouds will raise up
storms will race in
but youwill be safe in my arms
rains will pour down
waves willc rash all around
but you will be safe in my arms

The Little Child I'm Building

by Valerie Martin Bailey

Great rulers build vast kingdoms, but
Those kingdoms rise and fall.
Famed engineers build bridges, and
Skyscrapers, soaring tall.
The celebrated of this world
Build reputations, grand,
While financiers build bank accounts
And power to command.
Egyptians built the pyramids
That stand until this day;
But even these amazing works
Will crumble and decay,
Day-dreamers build on fantasy
And hope their dreams come true.
The prejudiced build walls of hate-
Select who passes through.
But I am building one small child
Whose worth can't be appraised;
My heart is held in those small hands
So trustingly upraised.
A treasure God has given me -
So I must build with care,
For this is an eternal soul -
It's precious, priceless... rare.
When kingdoms and great works of art
Have molded into dust;
When wealth and power dissipate
As all earth's treasures must,
The little child that I have built
Must stand before God's throne
So let my child be firmly built...
On Christ, the cornerstone

Life Is A Journey, Not A Destination

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Psalms 62: 5-8

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