He Keeps Me Singing

Philippians 3:8 NIV: What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ.



"There´s within my heart a melody," the old hymn echoes in my mind. "Jesus whispers sweet and low." I pause to consider the words. I wonder how often throughout each day I hear the melodious sound of Christ´s voice above the ruckus of daily life. So often, the cares of life press in, silencing the song in my heart. Somehow, all the daily things seem so very important. And I wonder if I´ve lost the fight to keep my heart in harmony with His. There is so very much in this life we attempt to lay hold of—to control—to retain. Yet it is all fading. But to each of us, within each day, we have been given a most wondrous gift; and that gift is that we can hold the song of God in our heart as we go. If only we will allow the things of this life, the cares, the desires, the possibilities, and all such things to diminish, in comparison to the awesome, tremendous, glorious gift of knowing Christ our Lord.

“… The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.”

1 Samuel 16:7b (NIV)

Big Daddy Weave - Every Time I Breathe Lyrics

I am sure all of heaven's heard me cry
As I tell You all the reasons why
This life is just too hard

But day by day
Without fail
I'm finding everything I need
And everything that You are
To me

Chorus:
Every time I breathe You seem a little bit closer
I never want to leave
I want to stay in Your warm embrace
Oh basking in the glory shining from Your face
And every time I get another glimpse of Your heart
I realize it's true
That You are so marvelous God
And I am so in love with You

Now how could I after knowing One so great
Respond to You in any way
That's less than all I have to give
But by Your grace I want to love You not with what I say
But everyday
In a way that my life is lived

Chorus:
Every time I breathe You seem a little bit closer
I never want to leave
I want to stay in Your warm embrace
Oh basking in the glory shining from Your face
And every time I get another glimpse of Your heart
I realize it's true
That You are so marvelous God
And I am so in love with You

Wrapped in Your mercy I want to live and never leave
I am held by how humble
Yet overwhelmed by Your majesty
Captured by grace and now I'm finding
I am free
You are marvelous God
And knowing You is everything

Everyone deserves to be loved.

We love u too..i love saying love..I say love all the time..lol

It's just awesome that you were attending games in that old, empty place. I remember such players as Andre Thornton and Bake McBride from back them. Ahh, walks down memory lane.

young lady, lovely poem, I remember you

a humble fan

a tree planted by rivers of water..the resiliency in being.. the planting..abiding ..there is so much for us in Him.

Beautiful words put together Tiff. I loved it and your analogies of the tree.

"She's a strong elm
Growing tall and mighty
Even as on the outside
She remains a daisy"




That is so beautifully put Tiff ....love that

God's Flower

I love that Tiffa. I saw it in the poem
section.

powerful, true words.

I was sitting out in the garden last evening,
the benches finally arrived.

I was admiring the big display of daisies this
year. Now, when I look at them I shall be
reminded of your poem.



God bless.

"I know thy sorrow, child; I know it well, thou needst not try with broken voice to tell. Just let me lay thy head here on My breast, and find here sweetest comfort, perfect rest; Thou needst not bear the burden, child, thyself, I yearn to take it all upon Myself; Then trust it all to me today -- tomorrow, yes, e'en forever; for I know thy sorrow.

"Long years ago I planned it all for thee; prepared it that thou mightst find need of Me. Without it, child, thou wouldst not come to find this place of comfort in this Love of Mine. Hadst thou no cross like this for Me to bear, thou wouldst not feel the need of My strong care; But in thy weakness thou didst come to Me, and through this plan I have won thee!

"I know thy sorrow and I love thee more, because for such as thee I came and bore the wrong, the shame, the pain of Calvary, that I might comfort give to such as thee. So, resting here, My child, thy hand in Mine, thy sorrow to My care today resign; Dread not that some new care will come tomorrow -- What does it matter? I know all thy sorrow!

"And I will gladly take it all for thee, if only thou wilt trust it all to Me, thou needest not stir, but in My love lie still, and learn the sweetness of they Father's will -- That will has only planned for the best; So, knowing this, lie still and sweetly rest. Trust Me. The future shall not bring to thee but what will bring thee closer still to Me!" (Anonomous)