My Prayer to the Father, August 8, 2012

Heavenly Father
I come before You, Father
In humble adoration,
In gratefulness of heart,
In praise and worship of
You who are the eternal God
Who has always been
And will always be.
You, who are the Author
Of all things created,
And the Finisher of all things
Begun.

Heavenly Father
I have gladness of heart, Father,
For I know in
Every single cell and fiber
Of my being that You
Love me, and that You call me Yours.
You, who called the heavens
Into existence, and gave every star
A name also made me.
You formed me in the womb;
You made the most wonderful plan
For my life,
And from Your station
You have guided my every step
And have overseen
All that I have encountered.
You who have always been
The Eternal Potter
Have always been the
Master craftsman;
You, have molded me
Shaped me;
Made me all that I am,
And I am Yours,
Yours because of Your decree,
Your election.

Heavenly Father
How can I express my gratitude;
My thankfulness;
How can I describe
What joy I have;
Joy!
Gladness of heart in
The midst of the storm,
No matter the circumstance,
In every and all
Situations
I have Joy!
O, Father what You have done;
You the lover of my soul
Have given me that
Which no one else
Can give me
Purpose.
A need, a desire to do
What You have called me to do
Which I will have
As Your gift to me
Throughout eternity.

Heavenly Father
So many gifts; such love.
How amazing it is
That You have not made
Me wait,
But, You have given them
To me already.
To think that You have
Allowed me to taste
Them here,
That You have granted to
Me the right and privilege
To use them
In service to You
Here.
And, what’s more Father,
You even tell me
To give them away.
O, Lord, God, Almighty
I can not even begin
To imagine all
You must be.
My cup runneth over
For my eternal love
Is always with me.

Heavenly Father
Oh, Father
How I pray You will show
Me how to make known
To others
What I know of You.
Show me how to
Call unto You
Those who live
Beyond the realm of
Who You are
By their own choice;
Their own desires.
O Father, there are so many;
So many who are searching,
Looking for Your light;
Following paths
that yield promise
Only to lead to the edges
Of cliffs
That can not be scaled
Where many lose heart
And perish or
Live the rest of Your
Precious gift of life
In abject misery.

Heavenly Father
To know all that You are
In all Your Holiness,
In all Your purity,
In all Your beauty and perfection
And know that there are
Those who have no knowledge
Of all that You are
And all that You have given.
How can I live?
How can I draw breath
And not want or care
That others should
Know
What I know?

Heavenly Father
Please don’t let me be insensitive
To Your Holy Word, and
O God please don’t let me
Stand by and see people
Grow to be so.
Make me realize that
By being insensitive to You
I’m helping to shut
The gates of heaven
On those who would
Come in
If only I had not made
It so easy by my example
To encourage sin.

Heavenly Father,
Please do not
let me
let a moment, a second,
an hour Pass,
Or anyone who comes near
Without my proclaiming
The name of Jesus
As being my all…
As being all that I hold dear.

In Jesus name, I pray.
Amen.

 

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From “Morning Thoughts” by Winslow

     This is what we have in Jesus.  A lively hope that cannot fail.

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to His abundant mercy has begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.”

1 Peter 1:3

TO be sensible of this amazing power in the soul is to be born again-to be raised from the grave of corruption-to live on earth a heavenly, a resurrection-life-to have the heart daily ascending in the sweet incense of love and prayer and praise, where its risen Treasure is. It possesses, too, a most comforting power. What but this sustained the disciples in the early struggles of Christianity, amid the storms of persecution, which else had swept them from the earth? They felt that their Master was alive. They needed no external proof of the fact. They possessed in their souls God’s witness. The truth authenticated itself. The three days of His entombment were to them days of sadness, desertion, and gloom. Their sun had set in darkness and in blood, and with it every ray of hope had vanished. All they loved, or cared to live for, had descended to the grave. They had now no arm to strengthen them in their weakness, no bosom to sympathize with them in sorrow, no eye to which they could unveil each hidden thought and struggling emotion. But the resurrection of their Lord was the resurrection of all their buried joys. They now traveled to him as to a living Savior, conscious of a power new-born within them, the power of their Lord’s resurrection. “Then were the disciples glad when they saw the Lord.” But is this truth less vivifying and precious to us? Has it lost anything of its vitality to quicken, or its power to soothe? Oh, no! truth is eternal and immutable. Years impair not its strength, circumstances change not its character. The same truths which distilled as dew from the lips of Moses, which awoke the seraphic lyre of David, which winged the heaven-soaring spirit of Isaiah, which inspired the manly eloquence of Paul, which floated in visions of sublimity before the eye of John, and which in all ages have fed, animated, and sanctified the people of God, guiding their counsels, soothing their sorrows, and animating their hopes, still are vital and potent in the chequered experiences of the saints, hastening to swell the cloud of witnesses to their divinity and their might. Of such is the doctrine of Christ’s resurrection. Oh, what consolation flows to the Church of God from the truth of a living Savior-a Savior alive to know and to heal our sorrows-to inspire and sanctify our joys-to sympathize with and supply our need! Alive to every cloud that shades the mind, to every cross that chafes the spirit, to every grief that saddens the heart, to every evil that threatens our safety or imperils our happiness! What power, too, do the promises of the gospel derive from this truth! When Jesus speaks by these promises, we feel that there is life and spirit in His word, for it is the spoken word of the living Savior. And when He invites us to Himself for rest, and bids us look to His cross for peace, and asks us to deposit our burdens at His feet, and drink the words that flow from His lips, we feel a living influence stealing over the soul, inspiriting and soothing as that of which the trembling evangelist was conscious, when the glorified Savior gently laid His right hand upon him, and said, “Fear not: I am the first and last: I am he that lives, and was dead; and behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death.” Is Jesus alive? Then let what else die, our life, with all its supports, consolations, and hopes, is secure in Him. “Because I live, you shall live also.” A living spring is He. Seasons vary, circumstances change, feelings fluctuate, friendships cool, friends die, but Christ is ever the same. Oh, the blessedness of dealing with a risen, a living Redeemer! We take our needs to Him-they are instantly supplied. We take our sins to Him-they are immediately pardoned. We take our griefs to Him-they are in a moment assuaged.