
A night full of His Power,
Birds nestling, lamplight shining,
The rooms, so full of His Love,
Silence falls, and all is well,
He lays us down to rest,
Only in darkness can illumination come, Spiritual understanding.
The night is His.
Daily Christian thoughts music, poems based around God
Tag: God

Love is more important than being right;
Love is more important than being successful;
Love is more important than justifying yourself;
It is more important than being treated correctly.
Nothing is more important than Love.
God is love, and nothing is more important than that.
Let nothing we do stand in the way of love
3 I heard a loud voice from the throne say, “See, the tent of God is among humans! He will make his home with them, and they will be his people. God himself will be with them, and he will be their God. 4 He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There won’t be death anymore. There won’t be any grief, crying, or pain, because the first things have disappeared.”
I came across this song by The Melbourne Veterans Band a while ago and have always thought what a great testimony. You notice in the first half of verses everything refers to our ‘Earthly World’ and the second half he refers to ‘a Better World’ where men are saved to God and eternity
Unfortunately I have been unable to get the words of the song

Summer days and sunsets yellow,
drops of Love fall down to man,
yet still we cower from our Maker,
in every corner that we can.
Plates abound with tables’ riches,
His Provision goes unseen,
mistaking money for his presence
on other posts we seem to lean.
Still our minds make up their stories,
hatred spits from lofty views,
of a life without a Saviour,
from opinions still eschewed.
Yet a gentle power swaying,
lights our hearts at every turn,
underpinning daily living,
as we turn to trust His warmth.
Like gentle swans upon the river,
tilted by the stream’s dear spait,
at every point being lifted higher
Upon his words we trust and wait.

Yes, we more than overcome
In every trial and strain
For in the strife is when we run
I push into my God at night
I hide in Him all day
No matter what entails the fight
He is my hope and stay
Even though the wolves may prowl
To seek their prey fair game
Even though such hate does growl
Because we wear His Name
No matter if I’m cast away
And find myself alone
No matter what they all may say
To Christ I’m running home
For I can hide beneath His throne
At any time of need
And there He’ll take me as His own
My hand in His to lead
And so the fire and trials below
They push me higher still
Increasing though the battle grows
It is His perfect will
So my heart of trust it sees
My God amidst the pain
And overcome on wings so free
The weight of glory gains
Acts 2; 1-4
The Holy Spirit Comes at Pentecost
1 When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. 2 Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. 3 They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. 4 All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues[a] as the Spirit enabled them.

Today we celebrate Pentecost (the start of the Christian Church) and the above passage of scripture has to be one of my favourites I must admit. The way the Holy Spirit fills the house and what happened to each of them must of been awesome.
1.
Spirit divine, come as of old
With healing in thy train;
Come, as thou did’st, to sanctify;
Let naught of sin remain.
Chorus
Come, great Spirit, come,
Make each heart thy home;
Enter every longing soul;
Come, great Spirit, come.
2.
Spirit divine, purge thou our hearts
Make us to understand
Thy blessed will concerning us,
And teach us love’s command.
3.
Spirit divine, cleanse thou our souls
With Pentecostal flood;
Breathe into us the life that shows
The Father-love of God.

13 When tempted, no one should say, “God is tempting me.” For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does he tempt anyone; 14 but each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. 15 Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death.

Luke 6:27-30
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Christ walked to Calvary alone,
Each bone-jarring, bruise bumping yard,
Every pain-plodded inch.
And wicked faces carved from stone
Made even Jesus flinch
And search for company to cheer
The garden-hammered promise, sealed
With blood soaked, bleeding tears.
Though gutsy – God – still longed to hear
The gratitude of those he’d healed
A drug to numb his fears.
Is my blood pumping heart a fool
To keenly fill my veins, and beat
The body on it’s way?
Perhaps the glands that coward cool
And chicken sweat away spare heat
Should early close today.
The body needs each tiny cell
Each worn out ear, each limping limb,
Each thinning greying hair.
And when I find myself in hell
And I need Christ and you are him,
I hope that you’ll be there.
I’m not afraid. Though service scares
The Christian in the garden
Who cries just like his Christ;
Who, though he doubts, the threat still dares
His God-lost heart to harden.
Thus, all is sacrificed!
Call him gutless? No! let him wear
His need for Christian prayers and friends
A medal on his chest;
And pray we learn like God to care
For those whom Satan gladly sends
Gethsemane to test.
(AB)

God, what kind of a world is this that the adult people are going to leave for us children?
There is fighting everywhere, and they tell us we live in a time of peace.
You are the only one who can help us.
Lord, give us a new world in which we can be happy, in which we can have friends and work together for a good future.
A world in which there will not be any cruel people who seek to destroy us and our world in so many ways.
Amen.