When I have moments of complete anxiety . . . Of doubt, fear, or despair . . . When I feel depressed, angry or with hate . . . When I feel my life in general are a vicious circle . . . And I feel that everything repeats itself . . . The good and the evil; the beautiful and the ugly . . . The hard work and the crime; the vice and the violence . . . The treason, the hypocrisy and the marble heart . . . Feeling sad and angry, rebellious, rancorous, vengeful . ....
Jesus, by whose grace I live, From the fear of evil kept, Thou has lengthen’d my reprieve, Held in being while I slept. With the day my heart renew; Let me wake thy will to do. Since the last revolving dawn Scatter’d the nocturnal cloud, O, how many souls have gone, Unprepar’d, to meet their God! Yet thou dost prolong my breath, Nor hast seal’d my eyes in death. O that I may keep thy word, Taught by thee to watch and pray To thy service, dearest Lord, Sanctify the present day: Swift its fleeting moments haste, Doom’d, perhaps, to...
Before this body turns to dust Before this world I leave Upon The Lord I’ve placed my trust Upon The Rock I’ll cleave I’ve placed my trust in Jesus Christ God’s Son of flesh and bone The innocent Lamb sacrificed I trust His word alone I trust He chose for man to die Then rose again to reign That as God’s Seed He’d multiply His flock when born-again I trust His blood can cleanse the soul I trust His blood can save His very name can make us whole And save us from the grave I trust in Jesus’ loving...
A trucker relates that he was traveling through rural North Carolina on I-95 when a brown sedan merged onto the highway. It weaved back and forth between lanes, causing the driver of the truck to shift into a lower gear. At first he thought the driver was drunk, but when he came closer, the trucker saw an old man shaking uncontrollably behind the wheel. He noticed a Citizen’s Band aerial whipping to and fro as the car jerked between lanes, so he called on the radio: “You in the brown Chevy, if you can hear me, pull over. Pull off...
This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. The son loved to play football – even though he was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him, but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn’t want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was...
