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Words of My Soul (Soul talk -not a poem )Matthew 6:27 Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature? My thoughts are imperfect and lacking . You are the Potter and I am the clay. Help me dear Father to always remember that I am the work of Your Hand. I earnestly pray to you to shape me as a vessel that gives you glory always in all things . Matthew 6:30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? It is as you say ,Lord Jesus. It is of God who clothes us as it is written in Isaigh 61:10 will greatly rejoice in the Lord, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels. Matthew 7:9 Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? Fairest Lord Jesus, Because you are the Bread of Life , I share you with my children . I share you so often that they have fallen in love you with already. They cling to heaven, to the cross, and to all the spiritual promises of God. I could not give them less. No stones shall I give to them. You have taught me how precious they are, and how you are the only one that can sustain them in all things. They pray to you Lord. Be near to us always ,Lord. Hear our prayers. Luke 18:8 I tell you that he will avenge them speedily. Nevertheless when the Son of man cometh, shall he find faith on the earth? Our trust is in you, Jesus. You sit on the throne of our hearts, Lord. We've heard your voice. We believe in all that you have done. We trust fully your word when you proclaimed, All that the Father giveth me shall come to me; and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out. You are the essence of true faith. We are the work of your Hands. Your Spirit is poured out upon us and by your abundant grace and mercies , you preserve the faithful. Julie Pisacane © 7/19/08 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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