A common factor that denotes this walk. Though it’s different for each, its methods are the same. Its seductions are strong, and its lies lead to shame. It’s not temptation if it’s easy to resist. Yet by faith we overcome it.
Remember the feeling and anguish of soul When temptation comes to shatter your goal. Remember the pain and sadness of heart When progress is stalled; You're back at the start. Remember the lies that ring in your ear. Now you won't fall when victory's near. Remember the past-- You were here before-- And the grace you found; God's mercy in store. Remember your hope; Cast away your sigh. O joyous salvation descending from high!
Permit my soul, O God to speak before Thee And incline Thine ear to my supplications. Your ways doth I desire, for they are pure. Finer than the choicest gold art Thy righteous judgements. In the time of mine ignorance I have sought vain riches, Yet now hath mine eyes been enlightened by the purity of Thy commandments. Wisdom is the true treasure. She was with Thee before the foundation of the world. I pray Thee, O Father, that Wisdom may dwell with me. For what do they profit, the praises of men? As our ways are foolish unto Thee. O but it were better to be despised of them were it for Wisdom’s sake. For even in the face of adversity, I may dwell safely. For Thou art my protection. It is Wisdom to trust Thee. Though men call me foolish, who has trusted Thee and also been confounded? Or when were the righteous ever forsaken in their afflictions? I know Thou art with me even in the fiery furnace. Thus my soul may enter Thy rest because I trust in Thee. Thou keepest me in perfect peace. Thank You, Father.
O how great it is to ponder the wisdom of God in the morning:
Everything has its season. Some trees lose their leaves, And others retain their shape. This is beyond human reason. Winter brings a bitter frost. The corn and wheat wither, Yet the grass does not die, Neither is it’s color lost. The birds praise in the morning. The sorrows of night are past; The light of the sun is risen; Joy has conquered mourning. The world has come alive. Another day of mercy; Time to learn and to grow; Grace to those who strive.
O how great it is to see the wisdom of God in the morning!
It’s not about religion, It’s about truth. Yahusha is the root That leads to right decision. It’s not about pride, It’s about humility; Showing love with simplicity As Christ did when He died. It’s not about gain, It’s about self-denial; Seeking spiritual revival, And forsaking what is vain. It’s not about power, It’s about meekness; Trusting God in weakness; Who’ll save in the evil hour. It’s not about fun, It’s about suffering. With all our might, mustering Boldness to get work done. It’s not about sacrifice, It’s about obeying; Seeking Yah by praying That we may receive life. It’s not about tradition, It’s about faith; Hearing what the Spirit saith, Who leads us from perdition.
My friends have all gone; Those which said they’d never part. Perhaps they’d forgotten? Or planned it from the start? The walk of faith is sacrifice. Consider the costs. Everything is temporary; I count it all loss. How can I complain That I’ve been rejected? Christ was betrayed by a brother; An evil foreknown yet unexpected. And so was He persecuted. Then why me any less? Only that my heart be strengthened That I faint not in this test. Be happy and rejoice, my soul, For suffering is not without reward. Let your patience be established, And your faith be greater than before. How great it is, and wonderful That I am never alone. Even in this isolation, And when all have gone. I can handle being alone; It’s not too great for me. So long as I have You, And Your Spirit to dwell with me.
It’s easy to get caught; Consumed with vain cares, Distracted by pleasures; Drawn away by the world’s affairs. Father, grant unto me the faith, the strength and the power, To seek out Your truths diligently, And not grow weary in this hour. Let not my hope fall, Neither my countenance decline, But fill me with Your oil, That my lamp may shine. Let my mind be alert, And my spirit stay awake. Search out my heart; Reveal what I must forsake. That which I now reap, Is that which I’ve then sown. And that which I feel now, Is that Your chastening may be known. I’m often tempted to quit, But where then should I go? Whether in joy or in suffering, Your Word is the only way I know.
My heart, it laughs, My soul, it sings. To fill one with joy, It’s no hard thing. My bread, You provide, I lack no good thing. To make one rich, It’s no hard thing. My body, You clothe, And supply my needs. To array one in glory, It’s no hard thing. My world, You create, And all that’s seen. To remove all corruption, It’s no hard thing. My life, You give, And the air I breath. To make one holy, It’s no hard thing.
Hear the thoughts of my heart
And the voice of my tears,
Those tears I would cry
If only I could feel.
I need not be led of emotion,
Yet my heart is ruffled with commotion;
The commotion of the notion
That I should feel more;
More of You when I seek that door
That opens to Life.
Life that ends the strife within;
Free from guilt, free from sin.
And I know from within it begins;
Begins the change in my mind
Which may seem strange to others.
I’m not deranged but sure
That this work You began
You’ll complete by Your Hand,
And I shall be made pure.
O that I might endure!
And though it’s hard to feel
I still believe
This empty pain is temporary.
What I know, but can’t see,
Will verily be.
This truth will I keep
As I praise and seek
Until my souls meets Your glory.
Often I must pause And it’s not without cause To consider the truth I’ve heard since my youth God in the flesh Gave life afresh Those whom He sealed Are made whole and healed All who believe Shall surely receive. They shall lack no things And their hearts will sing Not all, but some Find the glory to come Only them that are meek With hearts willing to seek Will truly come to know The Word spoken long ago Let this Hope fill our minds For in wisdom, are great finds Faint not in the way But have faith day by day Forget not our Help from high As temptation comes to try When times get hard God’s truth shall guard And by His mighty hand Shall we reach the Promise Land.
C’est par sa volonté
Que le soleil était crée
Il le fait éclaire
Au-dessus de la mer
Il fait grandir les forêts
Comme une maison pour les bêtes
Pour les oiseaux qui vole
Les vents leur boussole
Voici les petites créatures
Qui bourdonnent autour les fleurs
Même le sol de la terre
Il agit sans erreur
Qui est-ce que peut dit
Que Dieu n’est pas ici
Il soutient toute sa création
Et il protège ses enfants
Dans leurs cœurs son Esprit est au fond
Et la même remplis le monde
Ils deviennent comme leur Frère
Qui est la seule réponse à leurs prières