The Water Song (reprise)

Come, oh come! let us away–
Lower, lower every day,
Oh, what joy it is to race
Down to find the lowest place.
This the dearest law we know–
“It is happy to go low.”
Sweetest urge and sweetest will,
“Let us go down lower still.”
Hear the summons night and day
Calling us to come away.
From the heights we leap and flow
To the valleys down below.
Always answering to the call,
To the lowest place of all.
Sweetest urge and sweetest pain,
To go low and rise again.  – Hannah Hannard.

A reprise of a previous post I did sometime ago. I have always loved this part in the Hinds Feet on High places. The water doesn’t care in the slightest what may be around the bend or over a cliff. It flows in the path where it was carved out for them and even rushes along with joyous abandon. It has fun too. I struggle to be able to abandon myself in such overwhelming trust and carefree living. Somehow my real self is still inside I can feel it aching to come out and be free again. It’s enough to make me weep at times.

Help me Jesus to go to the lowest place of all and to do it with joy and thanksgiving.

Till Jesus wills it,

My Hope is Jesus

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1) My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

2) When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale My anchor holds within the veil.

3) His oath, His covenant, and blood Support me in the whelming flood; When every earthly prop gives way, He then is all my Hope and Stay.

4) When He shall come with trumpet sound, Oh, may I then in Him be found, Clothed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne!

My hope is Jesus, the Anchor of my soul
The Ruler of this universe, the One who’s in control
He saved me, and He will keep me till the end
The Rock of my salvation, on Christ I will depend
My hope is Jesus
My hope is Jesus


A Shepherd Poem


Early morning the mist gently stands
On a field so wide and long
A spider waits on a fence on her web made of silk strands
Sheep chew the cud awaiting a call
Of the Shepherd who they love
Coming to their stall

See! There He comes now, tall and strong
Walking with His staff
He whistles soft, now loud along with the birds song
The sheep hearing Him get to their feet
Knowing the sound of His voice
He comes to the gate and lifts the latch
Still speaking in a gentle voice
Eagerly they come out to Him surrounding Him with their fleece
Their bleating makes Him laugh at times almost like a flock of geese
A lamb stumbles suddenly, the Shepherd sees
Falling with a painful bleat
The Shepherd is at once at her side helping the lamb to her feet
She nuzzles Him lovingly as if to say “Thank You.”
He checks her for injury and then hugs her as He whispers “I love you.”

Till Jesus wills it,

Story Time

All of us love stories, from the children’s books our parents read before bed, to the novels and other books as we get older.

Even this whole world is a story, a very long, dramatic and sometimes tedious story, but a story nonetheless.

Our  individualism is also a story, how we grow from infants to adults to elderly. But not just the physical part, the spiritual part as well.  Our story is our own and whatever happens to us individually is maturing us inwardly as Jesus’ bride.

How is it our own? Here’s an idea:  “So Peter seeing him said to Jesus, ‘Lord, and what about this man?’ Jesus said to him, ‘If I want him to remain until I come, what is that to you? You follow Me!'” … John 21:21-22

C. S. Lewis also had a similar one in the Chronicles of Narnia:
Shasta: “You also wounded Aravis”
Aslan: ” It was I!”
Shasta: “What for?”
Aslan: “Child! I am telling you Your story, not hers.  No one is told any story but their own.”

When the Spirit is working within you, you can’t really argue with that.  I have to share my own little confession. For a couple of days I’ve been jealous of revelations that others in our family have been sharing. Today, the Spirit brought a choice, if you will, to mind.  I can either be jealous of what He’s been giving to others and let myself get bitter and resentful about it, or I can be proud of them sharing what He is doing in their lives and being willing to share with us.

Like I said, you can’t argue with that my friend. 😉

Till Jesus wills it,