Patrick, That is exactly what freedom is in
loving your son. Being able to communicate your love in his world is
deep. i am encouraged because some times i lecture my son and i need to
find out whats going on inside his mind. Its great that the Father knows
what we are going to think before we think it and that He has given us
His word and Spirit to answer our inmost thoughts. We can have peace in
an instant to combat the anxiety by His working prayer in our hearts as
an outlet for the emotional turmoil we experience. Then listening to the
Spirit assure us of the Fathers love creates greater faith to go on to
greater faith and taking bigger steps and having greater trials until we
reach His throne and rest for eternity. What a God.
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Forums / Break Room / Love Poetry
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on: February 18, 2005, 10:04:47 PM
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Most men seek salvation through all the wrong things
My conscience cried out, “You’re guilty you know!” I thought to find relief if to others I would go. I worked with fervor both day and night To rid this guilty soul of it’s powerless flight.
The law with its threatening burned deep in my soul, But the works I pursued only brought me more woe.
I thought this work was not so bad. If I persevered, I would someday be glad. Christ and the law were my constant plea, But His grace and mercy I could not see.
My accuser grew bolder, my conscience you see. Not realizing the devil was working in me.
It was not the law that was my principle fight, But sin deep within that was causing this plight. The law with its threat powerfully worked with my sin. My body grew weak and my will would not bend.
I lay in my bed unable to speak; I thought I’d try to fall fast asleep.
If I could stop thinking I might find a way, But thinking and eating are my only stay. I thought sin and law were my greatest foe, But work for salvation was a greater woe.
I went so far down, I had nothing to plea. Only Christ is the answer to set my soul free.
He died in my place to free me from sin. Grace and the law are now my best friends. The law with its threatening is gracious you see. I see my precious Savior punished for me.
Most men seek salvation through all the wrong things, But Christ is the Savior on which you can cling.
O Sovereign God, O Gracious Father! Your salvation is free, you are the potter! O precious blood, O love divine Come Holy Spirit and show me He’s mine!
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Forums / Theology Forum / Assurance Of The Believer
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on: February 18, 2005, 09:41:29 PM
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Look at his mighty climaxes; look at the way
in which he rises to the heavens and is lost in wonder,love,and praise.
Of course the pedantic scholars criticize him for his anacola. He starts
a sentence and never finishes it. He starts saying a thing and then
gets carried off, and forgets to come back to it.\" Martin L.J. the
Puritians Nothing so promotes prayer as Calvinism. Calvinist who do not
pray are not Calvinist. These things follow the one the other as night
follows day. He is concerned about the world etc. This dominates all
the thinking of the Calvinist. So he is waiting,and longing, and
pleading with God to show His glory, to show His power,to rise and
scatter His enemies,and to make them like dust,and to show the might of
His mighty arm. This is Calvinism. They want this. They are zealous, and
they are jealous,for His name.MLJ
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Forums / Break Room / Love Poetry
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on: February 18, 2005, 05:56:46 AM
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Take Up Your Cross
I’m down in this dungeon of sin and shame. Shouting, I am the one! I am the one!
The Spirit is near, His presence I feel, he whispers softly, Be still my son. Be still my son.
My soul with its sin has lingered in shame, I say O, how long? O, how long?
My heart is hard, I search for His face. Don’t make me wait! Don’t make me wait!
His look pierces my soul with His glory so bright, Beaming, I took your place! I took your place!
It’s late at night here on my bed. With tears in my eyes I cry, Have mercy on me! Have mercy on me!
His Spirit is sweet, He’s speaking to me.. Jesus you need! Jesus you need!
O, wonderful love! O, priceless blood! I say to myself, Just cling to the cross! Just cling to the cross!
My Savior draws near. His two natures are there .With His word in my heart. He whispers to me. You’ll suffer loss. You’ll suffer loss.
So take up your cross. Just take up your cross.
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Forums / Main Forum / Your Opinion Please.
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on: February 18, 2005, 05:39:22 AM
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I like cyber comunication. I think cyber
people are interesting. There are some good cyber personalities on the
forums. I often wonder if i have ever met any of these cyber people . We
need to have a forum for poetry.
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