Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Feb 25, 2007 22:59:01 GMT -5
THE ULTIMATE TEST
In the wake of difficulties
Of every kind,
The ultimate test
Is in one's own mind.
Christian,
Press on to conquer,
Persist in your quest,
And soon you will find
That your trials are blest.
When problems abound,
Never give up,
For it is just then
That the tide will turn.
Your trials will recede
And triumph will precede,
So keep holding on
Until the trials are gone.
ADVERSITY
Adversity
Is God's divine Hand
Guiding in every circumstance,
Moulding and making
God's beloved child
Into the image
Of His mind.
Adversity
Serves only as a means
Of giving us many wonderful things,
Priceless spiritual blessings,
To bring us joy
In the midst of sorrow.
Adversity,
Though a dreaded word,
Often deeply feared,
Is our blessed guiding star
Into the glorious haven
Of God's paradise.
SAILING
Let us sail to reach God's heaven,
Paddle, row across the seas,
Never looking at the winds direction,
But always, only at Jesus.
Let the wind blow ever so strongly,
Let the boat toss, tilt or turn over,
Never fear or even quaver,
For we wear our life-belts in stormy weather,
Our duty is to praise our Saviour,
No earthly fear shall ever prevail.
Let us sail to reach God's heaven,
Paddle, row across the seas,
Never, ever fearing the winds,
But looking only at Jesus.
(C) MIRIAM JACOB 2007
COPYRIGHT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
In the wake of difficulties
Of every kind,
The ultimate test
Is in one's own mind.
Christian,
Press on to conquer,
Persist in your quest,
And soon you will find
That your trials are blest.
When problems abound,
Never give up,
For it is just then
That the tide will turn.
Your trials will recede
And triumph will precede,
So keep holding on
Until the trials are gone.
ADVERSITY
Adversity
Is God's divine Hand
Guiding in every circumstance,
Moulding and making
God's beloved child
Into the image
Of His mind.
Adversity
Serves only as a means
Of giving us many wonderful things,
Priceless spiritual blessings,
To bring us joy
In the midst of sorrow.
Adversity,
Though a dreaded word,
Often deeply feared,
Is our blessed guiding star
Into the glorious haven
Of God's paradise.
SAILING
Let us sail to reach God's heaven,
Paddle, row across the seas,
Never looking at the winds direction,
But always, only at Jesus.
Let the wind blow ever so strongly,
Let the boat toss, tilt or turn over,
Never fear or even quaver,
For we wear our life-belts in stormy weather,
Our duty is to praise our Saviour,
No earthly fear shall ever prevail.
Let us sail to reach God's heaven,
Paddle, row across the seas,
Never, ever fearing the winds,
But looking only at Jesus.
(C) MIRIAM JACOB 2007
COPYRIGHT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED