I asked God

I asked God for strength that I might achieve.
I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health that I might do greater things.
I was given infirmity that I might do better things.
I asked for riches that I might be happy.
I was given poverty that I might be wise.
I asked for power that I might have the praise of men.
I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things that I might enjoy life.
I was given life that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I asked for, but everything I hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am, among all men, most richly blessed.
The Prayer of an Unknown Confederate Soldier

“To the wisdom of the perfect teacher, in Jesus was added the love of the perfect brother”

“No other one thing has ever been such a power for the moral transformation of life as the experience of falling in love with Jesus.” by James Bissett Pratt if memory serves.

Things I think of:

It’s easy to see the hand of God in history…words…words…how I love their complexities,,take the word “History” = “His Story”. Another neat thing; the word “HELP” = “HE LP”, LP = Record disc that played at speed 33.3, 33.3 = age, Jesus rose from the dead.

I see those kinds of things in simple words…I see hand of God in lots of ways most people do not. He tries communicating in lots of ways. -) You think about the word History…it truly is His Story. He is always trying to get us to think things through and understand that He is the “Je Suis” [Translation: “I AM”)

From my friend Elaine: James, love, my new house mate, and believe it when I say that I HAD TO MOVE NOW, my new house mate said today that it was “the Hand of God” that brought us together as roommates. And all is right with the world of Elaine and her silly iguana, Isabella, who will be re-united next Saturday upon Elaine’s move-in!! I see his handwriting all over my forty-eight years of life…

It is hard not to see it when you are truly open to it,,,,impossible to see if not!

From another friend:

JERUSALEM
Jerusalem, you shall not always weep Your crimson river flowing shall abate; The bitter tears you shed though rising deepAt last shall drown the searing flames of hate.   Jerusalem, you shall not always cry Your agony shall cease and peace shall reign Upon thee, Holy Land, and lift you highAbove the arid desert of…

By: Denise Snyder

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My Poem (read after The Love Light)

My Poem

Celtic Woman – The Voice

Celtic Woman – A New Journey – The Prayer

God and Jesus, I thank you,
For your mercy and your grace,
I worship and I praise you,
For everything you’ve done,
And I thank you for these poems.
You’re both so great and kind,
That in this wretched heart of mine,
A dwelling place you’d find.
You’re both so generous, Wondrous,
Glorious and sweet.
It’s more than I can see or know,
Just what in me is worth,
The love and attention you both show,
That love for which I thirst.
And for so very long I searched.
I had not the smallest knowledge,
It was with me all my life,
I’m sorry that I took so long to see,
That you both are here with me.
You stood by my side through the years,
I gave you so much strife.
Yet with love you both forgave me,
When I came to you in tears.
I will always be so very, very grateful,
For your love and tenderness that I feel within,
And for the joy you gave me,
When you took away my sin.
For that grace and mercy,
I want to give my all,
Please help me not to murmur or complain,
Please also forgive me when I fall.
Help me be aware,
For me the lamb was slain,
Please help me not to do a thing,
To cause him shame or pain.
And in my struggles, help me fight,
To always choose the right.
Now for you I live each day,
Please hear my humble cry,
In this my heart I pray, Amen.

R. Davis

Note: I wrote this one in response to the Lord giving me The Love Light

The Love Light

The Love Light


The Love Light Always Beams,
From The Lord Above,
Through Endless Ages It Still Streams
And Falls Into Our Hearts, With The Gentleness Of A Dove.
How Sweet And Glorious To Know,
That Jesus Christ Is Real,
Heaven Sent From God Above,
That God’s Love ,We Could Always Feel.
So We Who Were Lost In Sin,
Could Find The Light That Comes From The Love,
And Feel The Love That Comes Only When,
God’s Own Son Graces Our Hearts Within,
A Savior To The World.
One Who Understands Us All,
As No One Ever Could,
Who Understands The Things We Feel,
And Lifts Us When We Fall.
Who Promised In His Word,
With Us He’d Always Be,
Till The End Of Time,
Someday His Blessed Face To See.
His Sweet Holy Spirit Inside Of You And Me,
To Be Both Yours And Mine,
To Have His Glorious Fellowship,
So Holy And So Sweet,
To Feel His Presence In Our Hearts,
That Fellowship Divine.
How Comforting To Know,
We Will Someday Also Meet,
In Heaven With Him, Those We Love Before Us Gone,
With The Guidance Of His Light,
The Light Of The World His Son,
The Precious Lamb Of God.
And By His Spirit Feel The Love,
That Wondrous And Glorious Love Of God,
Brought Here To Us From Above,
For In His Word It Is Written Of Him,
That God Is Love,
And From That Love,
Light Beams Always,
Forever On And On.
Brought To Me This Night, March 27, 1995,
From The Father’s Love, And Jesus’ Light You See,
That Beams Always, From God The Lord Above.

Copyright, R. Davis 1995