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| ~He Gathers Every Teardrop~ Regardless of the circumstance, Regardless of the fear, Regardless of the pain we bear, Regardless of the tear. Our God is ever in control, Performing as He should, And He has promised in His Word To work things for our good. But as a loving Father would, He sometimes lets us cry To cleanse the hurt out of our heart, To wash it from our eye. Yet gently gathers the tears Within His hands to stay Until He turns them into pearls, and gives them back someday. ~Author Unknown |
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| ~On The Wings of a Prayer~ Just close your eyes and open your heart, And feel your worries and cares depart. Just yield yourself to the Father above, And let Him hold you secure in His love. For life on earth grows more involved, With endless problems that can't be solved, But God only ask us to do our best, Then He will take over and finish the rest... So when you are tired, discouraged and blue, There is always one door that is open to you, And that is the door to The House of Prayer, And you'll find God waiting to meet you there. And The House of Prayer is no further away, than the quiet spot where you kneel and pray. For the heart is a temple when God is there As we place ourselves in his loving care. And He hears every prayer and answers each one When we Pray in His name: Thy will be done. The burdens that seemed too heavy to bear Are lifted away on the wings of a prayer. ...Helen Steiner Rice |
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