I’ve Found a Place of Comfort

 

I’ve Found a Place of Comfort

 

I’ve found a place of comfort

Of sure abiding rest,

In Jesus Christ my Savior

A Haven, sweet and Blest!

Oh Jesus is that Refuge

In Him all troubles cease!

They fade in His bright fullness

My joy He will increase.

 

His presence is my palace

To Jesus I will flee

From all the storms about me

In Him I’m safe and free;

He carries all my burden,

He strengthens me to stand.

He shields me from the blast

He sweetly holds my hand.

 

I will dwell with my Savior,

I’ll keep my eyes on Him;

He guides me through the shadows

He lights the path that’s dim.

I’ll never be forsaken

I’ll never be alone!

Even through the silence

He will make Himself known.

 

Heather Rausch

Feb 14, 2025

 

Somewhere Above the Skies Are Blue

 

Somewhere Above the Skies Are Blue

 

Every cloud has a silver lining

Somewhere above the skies are blue,

Each day has its own burdens

But God’s faithfulness each morn is new.

 

Some days the skies are dark and ugly

The storms of life hang low and grim

But through their rage God directs us

To walk by faith with our eyes on Him.

 

“The Eternal God is thy refuge”

Let His Word assuage all alarms

When we’re weak, His strength is sure

“Beneath are the Everlasting Arms.”

 

Our Shepherd has a heart so tender

He beckons to the faintest call

He welcomes the stray back home

And strengthens the feeble when they fall.

 

“As far as the east is from the west”

God has removed our transgressions

And before the throne of God

For us Jesus makes intercessions.

 

“In all points tempted like as we are.”

He knows and feels are deepest need,

He is the Faithful High Priest,

Our Savior prays for us to succeed.

 

He has promised never to leave us

His promises are steadfast and true

Remember on dreary days—

Somewhere above the skies are blue.

 

Dec 18^th, 2024

Faith

 

Faith

 

Faith is not a blind determination
Of our own will power to believe
Nor some miraculous talent or gift
That only a few from heav’n receive
It is trusting in the promise of God
Looking to Him to fulfill His will
By first seeking to know His mind in prayer
And getting our heart quiet and still.
Then latching onto the Truth He’s given
And trusting in Him implicitly
Knowing He is most able to perform
We can trust in His ability.

Faith is not all the strength we can muster

To see some deed or thing come to be,

But resting in the character of God

That cannot change through eternity!

The more time we spend in His precious Word

The more our knowledge of Him expands,

The more we know, the more we love and trust

By faith we walk the path of His plans.

Faith is not the fruit of all our knowledge

For even a small child may believe;

And truly the weak confound the mighty,

And the wise find Christ hard to receive.

 

12-09-2022

Cast Down and Discouraged

 

Cast Down and Discouraged

Cast down and discouraged

Disheartened and alone,

Fair hopes dashed asunder

The griefs felt unknown,

Doubtful and faltering,

Heavy burdens to bear,

But oh, the Blest Comfort

Knowing Jesus is there!

 

Sometimes hard to follow

Seems His will unto us,

But He asks us to cling

To Him in childlike trust,

Higher His ways and thoughts

Than what we can attain,

When His way we can’t see

His grace will all sustain.

 

When low through the valley

Leads His clear guiding hand,

Though fruitless seem the toil

We spend foll’wing His plan,

We may rest in His Word

And rejoice in His name,

‘Cause for our good He acts

And He’s always the same!

 

May 13th, 2021.

Thy Will be Done

Thy Will be Done

My God and Father, day by day,
Far from my home in life’s rough way,
Oh, teach me from my heart to say,
“Thy will be done.”

Though dark my path and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not,
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
“Thy will be done.

What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends belov’d, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
“Thy will be done."

If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne’er was mine;
I only yield Thee what was Thine;
“Thy will be done.”

Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
“Thy will be done.”

Let but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest:
“Thy will be done.”

 

Charlotte Elliot 

Note: The same lady that wrote, "Just As I Am".

 

 

Who is this Man of Sorrows?

Who is this that comes from Edom,
Crimson red His garments dyed?
In His hands are cruel nail prints,
And a spear wound in His side?
Say, who is this “Man of Sorrows”?
Why is He thus pierced and scarred?
Who with face and form so kingly!
Why His beauteous visage marred?

Refrain

It is Christ, the King of glory,
Who His life a ransom gave,
Bow before Him, and adore Him,
Jesus Christ mighty to save.

Who is this, despised, rejected,
Who the winepress trod alone?
Who is this by all forsaken,
Left to comfort there are none?
Who is this oppressed, afflicted,
Yet no murmur ever heard;
As a Lamb led to the slaughter,
Yet He answers not a word!

Refrain

Who is this with bearing kingly,
And a crown His brow adorns,
Not of gold and gems befitting,
But of mocking, cruel thorns?
Why with many stripes thus beaten?
Why thus scourged and spit upon?
Why His anguish in the garden,
Kneeling, praying all alone?

Refrain

Who is this on Calv'ry’s mountain,
Dying there such shameful death?
Who for His tormentors praying,
With His last expiring breath?
Who is this that earth should tremble
And the sun in darkness hide,
Rocks be rent and graves be opened,
When He bowed His head and died?

 Leila Morris

*Changed a few words for consistent meter.

https://youtu.be/8ESvyWHU8WA
 

Only One Life, Twill Soon Be Past

Only One Life, Twill Soon Be Past

Two little lines I heard one day,
Traveling along life’s busy way;
Bringing conviction to my heart,
And from my mind would not depart;
Only one life, twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Only one life, yes only one,
Soon will its fleeting hours be done;
Then, in ‘that day’ my Lord to meet,
And stand before His Judgment seat;
Only one life, ‘twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Only one life, the still small voice,
Gently pleads for a better choice
Bidding me selfish aims to leave,
And to God’s holy will to cleave;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Only one life, a few brief years,
Each with its burdens, hopes, and fears;
Each with its clays I must fulfill,
living for self or in His will;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

When this bright world would tempt me sore,
When Satan would a victory score;
When self would seek to have its way,
Then help me Lord with joy to say;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Give me Father, a purpose deep,
In joy or sorrow Thy word to keep;
Faithful and true what e’er the strife,
Pleasing Thee in my daily life;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Oh let my love with fervor burn,
And from the world now let me turn;
Living for Thee, and Thee alone,
Bringing Thee pleasure on Thy throne;
Only one life, “twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.

Only one life, yes only one,
Now let me say, ”Thy will be done”;
And when at last I’ll hear the call,
I know I’ll say  “twas worth it all”;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last. ”

— extra stanza —

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
And when I am dying, how happy I’ll be,
If the lamp of my life has been burned out for Thee

C. T. Studd

Father, I Know That All My Life

“My times are in Thy hand.” — Psalm 31:15

Father, I know that all my life

Is portioned out for me,

And the changes that are sure to come,

I do not fear to see;

But I ask Thee for a present mind

Intent on pleasing Thee. 

I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,

Through constant watching wise,

To meet the glad with joyful smiles,

And to wipe the weeping eyes;

And a heart at leisure from itself,

To soothe and sympathize.

I would not have the restless will

That hurries to and fro,

Seeking for some great thing to do,

Or secret thing to know;

I would be treated as a child,

And guided where I go. 

Wherever in the world I am,

In whatsoe’er estate,

I have a fellowship with hearts

To keep and cultivate;

And a work of lowly love to do

For the Lord on whom I wait. 

So I ask Thee for the daily strength,

To none that ask denied,

And a mind to blend with outward life

While keeping at Thy side;

Content to fill a little space,

If Thou be glorified.

And if some things I do not ask,

In my cup of blessing be,

I would have my spirit filled the more

With grateful love to Thee —

More careful — not to serve Thee much,

But to please Thee perfectly. 

There are briers besetting every path,

That call for patient care;

There is a cross in every lot,

And an earnest need for prayer;

But a lowly heart that leans on Thee

Is happy anywhere. 

In a service which Thy will appoints,

There are no bonds for me;

For my inmost heart is taught “the truth”

That makes Thy children “free;”

And a life of self–renouncing love,

Is a life of liberty.

Anna L. Waring

Freedom Isn't Free

Freedom Isn't Free

I watched the flag pass by one day, It fluttered in the breeze; A young Marine saluted it, And then he stood at ease. I looked at him in uniform, So young, so tall, so proud; With hair cut square and eyes alert, He’d stand out in any crowd. I thought . . . how many men like him Had fallen through the years? How many died on foreign soil? How many mothers’ tears? How many pilots’ planes shot down How many died at sea How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves No, Freedom is not Free. I heard the sound of Taps one night, When everything was still; I listened to the bugler play, And felt a sudden chill; I wondered just how many times That Taps had meant "Amen" When a flag had draped a coffin Of a brother or a friend; I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands. With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea, Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No. Freedom is not Free! Kelly Strong

Am I My Brother's Keeper

Am I My Brother’s Keeper

Am I my brothers keeper?

Asked the troubled voice of Cain

And sometimes it makes us wonder

If we ask it still in vain.

What do we owe to others

As we travel on through life?

Do we owe them love and friendship

And pay it off in hate and strife?

Do we thank God for His blessings

And proclaim ourselves as saints

Then sit around in comfort

While our neighbor toils and faints?

Do we comfort one another

In every way we can,

Or just say we love the Master

While we hate our fellow man?

Yes, we are our brothers’ keeper

God has always willed it thus.

We must love and help each other

Because the good Lord still loves us.

If we would be our Maker’s image,

Let’s heed the sage of Galilee,

“As you have done it unto others

You have done it unto Me.”

John Moore

Elisabeth Elliot Quote

“The principles of gain through loss, of joy through sorrow, of getting by giving, of fulfillment by laying down, of life out of death is what the Bible teaches, and the people who have believed it enough to live it out in simple, humble, day-by-day practice are people who have found the gain, the joy, the getting, the fulfillment, the life.”
― Elisabeth Elliot