Showing posts with label The Father's Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Father's Love. Show all posts

Monday, July 18, 2011

Tuesday's Trust - Meditation 2 ~ When You Can't Feel God's Love...






Tuesday's Trust


Meditation 2


~ When You Can't Feel God's Love...





O My child, when you doubt,

Reach out and touch My blood poured out,

Whipped and beaten mercilessly

Because of My love poured out for thee.


O My child, when you wonder,

The depth of my love for your child,

Hearken your ears to My roaring thunder,

Such passion I have for each precious child.


O My child, when You can't see

The ways of My love in your life,

Lift your eyes to Calvary's Tree,

My love poured out 'gainst Darkness rife.


O My child, taste now your tears

As they flow down your cheeks like rain;

Taste of My love cried out through the years,

My tears fill the oceans with Love's sweet refrain.


O my child, when you can't understand,

Consider My disciples of yesteryear;

They could not see My Master Plan

Though it was spelled out into their ear,

My plan of love carried out,

despite their fear, despite their doubt.


O My child, when you can't feel My power

Used everyday for your loving care,

Smell the fragrance of My lovely flower,

My intimacies poured out for you everyday.


O My child, be still and know I am God,

Many of My ways you can't understand;

Just lift your heart to My heart and nod,

As you do know My love behind My plan.


O my child, raise up your arms by faith;

Show Me thy love by singing Love's praise.

You'll not always understand My loving ways;

Just know Love surrounds you all your days.











Picture thanks to GoodSalt.com
Poem - Meditation 2: When You Can't Feel God's Love... - Angie Bennett Prince - 7/18/2011

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Monday's Mourning Ministry - O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus ~Selah / Love's Fount: When God loses a child...







Monday's Mourning Ministry

O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus

~Selah


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Love's Fount:


When God loses a child...




My baby's not an "angel," though

she's in God's skies above~

An angel is God's helper,

but not His child He loves.



What an amazing miracle,

that God makes us His child...

To love her M-O-R-E than I could love ~

I-n-c-o-n-c-e-i-v-a-b-l-y wild!



And yet, if God loves us that much ~

as deep-wide-high His love,

that means His grief goes deeper still

than ocean's depths from skies above.



How can God function with such grief?!


My eyes tear up at such...

If He loves e-a-c-h and e-v-e-r-y child,

His tears must fill oceans with such!



If God loved us so, to give His Child,

How can I doubt His love?

Between Jesus' blood and God's tears,

Love p-o-u-r-s from skies above!



If loss of my child rips my heart out,

God's tears for e-a-c-h child of His

must fill Love's oceanic fount!





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O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus!


Selah



Sung by


Todd Smith, a grieving father,

and

Nicol Sponberg, a grieving mother




O the deep, deep love of Jesus!

Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free;

Rolling as a mighty ocean

In its fullness over me,

Underneath me, all around me,

Is the current of Thy love;

Leading onward,

Leading Homeward

To Thy glorious rest Above.


O the deep, deep love of Jesus!

Spread His praise from shore to shore;

How He loveth, ever loveth,

Changeth never, nevermore;

How He watches o'er His loved ones,

Died to call them all His own;

How for them He intercedeth,

Watcheth o'er them from the Throne.



O the deep, deep love of Jesus!

'Tis a Heaven of heavens to me

and it lifts me up to Glory

for it lifts me up to Thee.













Poem - Love's Fount: When God Loses a Child - Angie Bennett Prince - 6/25/2011
Video - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hzYKovRsJ8

Monday, November 29, 2010

Tuesday's Trust - Little Lamb, Who Gave Thee?




Tuesday's Trust


Little Lamb, Who Gave Thee?



(As inspired by William Blake's poem,

"Little Lamb, Who Made Thee?")



Little lamb, who gave thee?


Dost thou know who gave thee?


Gave thee to your mom and dad,


Only li'l girl we had;


Gave thee spirit of delight,


Laughter peals, feminine fight;


Gave thee such a tender voice,


Making all our hearts rejoice?


Little lamb, who gave thee?


Dost thou know who gave thee?





Little lamb, I'll tell thee.


Little lamb, I'll tell thee.


He is called by thy name,


For He made Himself our Lamb.


He is meek, and He is mild;


He became a little child.


Both a child, and both a lamb,


But He is our Great I AM!


The greatest gift He did give:


Because He died...you now live!


Little Lamb, God loves thee!


Little Lamb, God loves thee!





This poem is a continuation of the poem I wrote, "Little Lamb, Who Saved Thee?" as inspired by William Blake's amazing poem, "Little Lamb, Who Made Thee?," (from Songs of Innocence, 1789). See both of these poems on my 11/29/09 (last year) blog post.










Picture: http://picturesofjesus4you.com/gallery1children.html

Poem - Little Lamb, Who Gave Thee? - Angie Bennett Prince - 11/29/10


Sunday, November 29, 2009

Little Lamb, Who Saved Thee?




Little Lamb, Who Saved Thee?


Today, I discovered that John Piper had included William Blake's wonderful poem, "Little Lamb, Who Made Thee?" in today's blog post:



Little Lamb, Who Made Thee?

November 29, 2009 | By: John Piper | Category: Commentary

William Blake was born yesterday, 1757. One of his most famous poems is one of my favorites. It’s a good launch into Advent.


Little Lamb, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,

By the stream and o’er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing, woolly, bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice,

Making all the vales rejoice?

Little Lamb, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?





Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee,

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee. 



He is called by thy name, 


For He calls Himself a Lamb. 


He is meek, and He is mild;


He became a little child. 


I a child, and thou a lamb, 


We are called by His name.

Little Lamb, God bless thee!

Little Lamb, God bless thee!



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In John Piper's comments, I wrote the following:

Thank you for reminding us of William Blake's wonderful poem; it is one of my favorites. 3 years ago, I lost my 19-year-old daughter; ever since, my Lord has led me to process through the immense grief by writing poetry. After discovering William Blake's poem, I wrote a sequel to it. I would love to share it with you and your readers:


Little Lamb, Who Saved Thee?


Little Lamb, who saved thee?

Dost thou know who saved thee?

Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,

By His living waters lead,

Gave thee clothing of bright white!

To sing His love ‘nd bring delight,

Gave to thee Sweet Spirit’s voice—

Heaven’s angels all rejoice!

Little Lamb, who saved thee?

Dost thou know who saved thee?


Little lamb, I’ll tell thee.

Little lamb, I’ll tell thee.

‘Twas Love Himself who saved thee!

Love’s own Lamb saved little lamb:

God sent down His only Son,

Th’ cruel cross to die upon,

T’ save your soul from Satan’s wrath;

O what Love our dear God hath!

Little lamb, God loves thee!

Little lamb, God loves thee!











Poem - Little Lamb, Who Saved Thee? - Angie Bennett Prince - 7/31/08, revised 11/29/09

Monday, November 9, 2009

Monday's Mourning Ministry - This is God



Monday's Mourning Ministry

This is God



This is a hard post to view for many of us, so I want to forewarn you. For those of us who have lost a child, there are graphics in this video that may trigger you, depending on the circumstances of your child's death. For example, there are a couple of slides with signs of death: a car crash, and another of crosses along the side of the road. There are also slides connoting drugs and alcohol.


But, if you can hang in there, I think this video does a great job of showing the love that our Father God has for us. It shows His angst as He watches His children making their mistakes that often have some dreadful consequences. And it shows how He longs for us to come to Him for help as we face the struggles and temptations in this world...



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Merry Katherine and I were riding together on our way to the beach in August of 2005, and she had just bought the CD "Believe." She asked me to listen to it with her. The song, "This is God" was on the CD she played for me. The song is very significant to me in terms of its revealing Merry Katherine's heart and spiritual struggle ...


I remember within the first few lines being quite surprised at how pertinent these cries from God were to her life as she had been dabbling in the drug and alcohol world. How significant that she wanted me, her mommy, to hear them...


And since it was difficult for her to express her feelings, I think her having me listen to this CD was her way to "talk" about this very difficult subject with me. It helped me to get a glance at her struggle AND at how her loving Heavenly Father was reaching out in love to warn her of the severe consequences that could come with such choices...



Hey this is God

Could I please have your attention

There's a need for intervention

Man, I'm disappointed in what I'm seeing...


...(You) treat life like its a foolish game

Well I say you've got the wrong idea

Oh, all I'm asking for is love

Well I've seen you hurt yourselves enough

Oh, I've been waiting on a change in you...


I know your every thought, your heart and soul and every move

There are so many consequences to the things you do!

Oh all I'm asking for is love

Haven't you hurt yourselves enough

Oh, I've been waiting on a change in you...






This is God

by Phil Vassar

Lyrics

Hey this is God

Could I please have your attention

There's a need for intervention

Man, I'm disappointed in what I'm seeing


Hey, this is God

You fight each other in My name

Treat life like its a foolish game

Well I say you've got the wrong idea


Oh, all I'm asking for is love

Well I've seen you hurt yourselves enough

Oh, I've been waiting on a change in you


Hey this is God

I've given everything to you

Oh but look at what you do to the world that I created


This is God

What's with this attitude of hate

You grow more ignorant with age

You had it made, now look at all you've wasted


Oh, all I'm asking for is love

Well I've seen you hurt yourselves enough

Oh, I've been waiting on a change in you, yeah


I know your every thought, your heart and soul and every move

There are so many consequences to the things you do

Oh all I'm asking for is love

Haven't you hurt yourselves enough

Oh, I've been waiting on a change in you

A change in you, oh

This is God...











http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4waEbkQHJek&feature=related