"Dare say a moment passes without sin against Thee.
In spite of unsurpassed love; continuing to flee.
How can this be, when bondage was set free?
Bewilderment and confusion haunt with heavy degree."
This morning I awoke with heaviness of heart,
Wanting all the while to extinguish the part,
That's always striving to destroy the rampart,
Around a soul that's tormented by countless false starts.
Unworthy is he who refuses His gift.
Unworthy is the one who chastens His sift.
But worthy is he who accepts His price,
For nothing can ye do will ever suffice,
To repay the sacrifice,
Of the perfect and Holy Christ.
- T. M. K.
In spite of unsurpassed love; continuing to flee.
How can this be, when bondage was set free?
Bewilderment and confusion haunt with heavy degree."
This morning I awoke with heaviness of heart,
Wanting all the while to extinguish the part,
That's always striving to destroy the rampart,
Around a soul that's tormented by countless false starts.
Unworthy is he who refuses His gift.
Unworthy is the one who chastens His sift.
But worthy is he who accepts His price,
For nothing can ye do will ever suffice,
To repay the sacrifice,
Of the perfect and Holy Christ.
- T. M. K.
I don't know why, but my soul is despairing today. In times like these I have nowhere to turn but to the One who possesses the words of eternal life.
"As the deer pants for the water brooks, So my soul pants for Thee, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God; When shall I come and appear before God? My tears have been my food day and night, While they say to me all day long, "Where is your God?" These things I remember, and I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go along with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God, With the voice of joy and thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival. Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why have you become disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him For the help of His presence. O my God, my soul is in despair within me; Therefore I remember Thee from the land of the Jordan, And the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar. Deep calls to deep at the sound of Thy waterfalls; All Thy breakers and Thy waves have rolled over me. The LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; And His song will be with me in the night, A prayer to the God of my life. I will say to God my rock, "Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?" As a shattering of my bones, my adversaries revile me, While they say to me all day long, "Where is your God?" Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why have you become disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him, The help of my countenance, and my God."- Psalm 42
Victoria beautifully "played the lute and harp" for me this morning by reminding me of these precious words from Beethoven's melody in the hymn "Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee":
Fighting the good fight,
Tom
"Joyful, joyful we adore thee God of Glory Lord of love.
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness, drive the dark of doubt away.
Giver of immortal gladness fill us with the light of day."
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness, drive the dark of doubt away.
Giver of immortal gladness fill us with the light of day."
Fighting the good fight,
Tom
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