Lord, give me a heart of compassion For this one who is causing me pain. Grant me the grace to suffer long Without hitting back again. I could walk away from commitment. It would seem such a happy release, But what of this helpless being In need of salvation and peace? Lord, take away the frustration, Prepare me for bearing the cost Of loving this soul you created Lest something so precious be lost.
God’s word is more precious than silver or gold
And cannot be stolen away.
It quickens and nurtures our re-born spirits
And teaches us wisdom each day.
God’s word is a light and a lamp in our darkness;
Unerring the truth it imparts.
It’s a blue-print, a map, a book of instruction
And a letter of love to our hearts.
Let us feed on the milk and the meat of His word
Which sustain us and minister grace,
By faith drawing comfort, refuge and strength
As we patiently run life’s race.
When I’m tempted to yield to self-pity,
Anger or despair
As life’s disappointments multiply
Beyond my strength to bear;
Whenever I’m feeling sick at heart,
Despondent and void of hope,
When strength is small
Or faith is weak
And I lack the power to cope
Have you suffered many things?
Has this life been in the main
A long interminable battle
With disappointment and pain? Gaze on the crucified Jesus! In Him you will clearly see One who bore great agony And sin, for you and me.
Twelve men shuffled into the room
And, just as they had feared,
No servant with a basin of water
To wash their dusty feet, appeared.
They had come by invitation
To share in the Passover feast.
Each stubbornly sat with his dirty feet
Not wanting to appear to be least.
Then He rose, and quietly took a towel.
With a basin of water He knelt
And washed and dried His disciples’ feet.
I wonder how they felt.