Seeds 1
How blest to know that he who holds
His tools before His eyes beholds
His own beloved one!
The cares and sorrow day by day
The troubles that o'er shade the way
And nothing e'er by chance befalls
The one whom God in purpose calls
In whom His love is found.

And when we have the glory gained
And Christ's full image have attained,
We'll praise His sovereign grace
And bless the hand that dealt each blow
Upon the marble here below
In working out His will!

You can't backslide looking at God's face.

Leave it to me, Child, leave it to Me,
Dearer thy garden to me than to thee,
Lift up thy heart, Child, lift up thine eyes,
Naught can defeat Me, naught can surprise.

Leave it to me, Child, leave it to Me,
Trust in the Wall of Fire, look up and see
Stars in their courses shine through the night
Both are alike to me -- darkness and light.

Leave it to me, Child, leave it to me,
Let stop the burden too heavy for thee.
That which I will, My Hand shall perform,
Fair are the lilies that weather the storm.
~ Amy Carmichael

                    Don't Tell Me
Don't tell me what your will do
          When you have time to spare;
Tell me what you did today
          To ease a load of care.
Don't tell me what you will give
          When your ship comes in from the sea
Tell me what you gave today
          A fettered soul to free.
Don't tell the dreams you have
          Of conquest sill afar;
Don't say what you hope to be
          But tell me what you are.

          Let my heart be broken with the things
          that break the heart of God.

                    How great a God we have!
                    Our God is so much greater
                    than our greatest need.

"What is in Thy Hand?"
What hast thou in thy hand,
          Woman? "One handful" more.
Go feed the prophet, and 'twill last
          Till famine days are o'er

What hast thou in thy hand,
          Widow? "A pot of oil."
Go pour it out, and find a store
          Of rich and priceless spoil.

What hast thou in thy hand,
          Mary? some "perfume rare."
Pour it upon His head; 'twill flow
          In fragrance everywhere.

And, Dorcas, what hast thou?
          "A needle and some thread."
Give them to God, and they shall grow
          To be a mighty store.

What hast thou in thy hand,
          Mother? "A baby's hand."
Train it for Him, so shall thy life
          Bear fruit in every land.

What hast thou in thy hand,
          Teacher? "A child's young mind."
Teach him to live for God and man,
          So shalt thou bless mankind.

What hast thou in thy hand,
          Writer? "A common pen."
Use it to write His messages
          Upon the hearts of men.

On the far reef the breakers
          Recoil in shattered foam,
Yet still the sea behind them
          Urges its forces home.
Its chant of triumph surges
          Through all the thunderous din
The wave may break in failure,
          But the tide is sure to win.

O mighty sea, thy message
          In changing spray is cast:
Within God's plans of progress,
          It matters not at last
How wide the shores of evil,
          How strong the reefs of sin.
The wave may be defeated,
          But the tide is sure to win.

          You can't worry about something
                if you are thankful for it.

Hast Thou No Scar?
No hidden scar on foot or side or hand?
I hear thee sung as might in the land;
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star.
Hast thou no scar?

                              Hast thou no wound?
Yet, I was wounded -- by the archers spent.
Leaned me against the tree to die, and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed me, I swooned.
Hast thou no wound?

                              No wound? No scar?
Yes, as the master shall the servant be.
And pierced are the feed that follow Me
But thine are whole. Can he have followed far
Who has no wound? No scar?
                                                                                ~ Amy Carmichael

If you are where God wants you to be --
Doing what God wants you to do,
Then the problems in your life
Are sent for a specific purpose by God.

Seventy Years
If one lives to be 70 years of age and is the average person he spends:
23 years sleeping
19 years working
9 years playing
6 years eating
4 years sick
2 years dressing himself
1 year in the house of the Lord.

I thirst, but not as I once did --
          the vain delights of earth to share.
Thy wounds, Immanuel, O forbid
          that I should find my pleasure there.

It was the sight of thy dear cross
          First weaned my soul of earthly things,
And taught me to esteem as dross --
          The mirth of fools, the pomp of kings.

"Why should the peace of a Christian be disturbed by anything man can do. Has not God promised that all things work together for good?"
                                                                                          ~ Stonewall Jackson

Like A River Glorious
Like a river glorious is God's perfect peace;
Over all victorious in its bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth fuller every day,
Perfect, yet it groweth deeper all the way.

Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow, never traitor stand;
Not a surge of worry, not a shade of care,
Not a blast of hurry touch the spirit there.

Every joy or trial falleth from above,
Traced upon our dial by the son of Love,
We may trust Him fully, all for us to do;
They who trust Him wholly find Him wholly true.
                                                            ~ Frances Ridley Havergal

          Sometimes God calms the storm but
sometimes He lets the storm calm His child.

One ship sails east, and one sails west;
Tis the self-same wind that blows.
It's the set of the sails,
Not the blow of the gails
That determines whether you go east or west.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien
As to be hated, needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
                                                            ~ Alexander Pope

I saw no likeness to Him in you today
And since I shall not pass your way again,
It matters not that yesterday
His light shone in you
Or that tomorrow you may
Want to make amends.
I passed your way today.
                                                                                ~ John Deems

Make Me Thy Fuel
From prayer that, asks that I may be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
From faltering when I should climb higher,
From silken self, O Captain, free.
Thy soldier wise world follow Thee.

From subtle love of softening things,
From easy choices, weakenings --
Not thus are spirits fortified;
Not this way went the Crucified.
From all that dims Thy Calvary,
O Lamb of God, deliver me.

Give me the love that leads the way --
The faith that nothing can dismay,
The hope no disappointments tire,
The passion that will burn like fire.
Let me not sink to be a clod;
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.
                                                  ~Amy Carmichael