Hymn of the day

Yarbrough, Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry (MI­DI, score)

I went for a lit­tle vi­sit of five days (to Are­ley House). There were ten per­sons in the house, some un­con­vert­ed and long prayed for, some con­vert­ed, but not re­joic­ing Christ­ians. He gave me the pra­yer, “Lord, give me all in this house!” And He justdid. Be­fore I left the house ev­ery one had got a bless­ing. The last night of my vis­it af­ter I had re­tired, the gov­ern­ess asked me to go to the two daugh­ters. They were cry­ing, &c.; then and there both of them trust­ed and re­joiced; it was near­ly mid­night. I was too hap­py to sleep, and passed most of the night in praise and re­new­al of my own con­se­cra­tion; and these lit­tle coup­lets formed them­selves, and chimed in my heart one af­ter ano­ther till they fin­ished with “Ever, On­ly, ALL for Thee!”

Havergal Manuscripts

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Take my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee.

Take my voice, and let me sing always, only, for my King.
Take my lips, and let them be filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold; not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use every power as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will, and make it Thine; it shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own; it shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for Thee.

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Yorùbá

Then I ran from you now I run to you

When I pictured you


I pictured knotted strings

And caved in hills that formed dark cages in the middle of nowhere



I saw in you blacked out chimneys with no room for air

Fenced surroundings isolated from intimacy, fun or laughter

I saw dry lands and un-watered gardens, dying, panting for life



In picturing you I pictured deep dark hidden secret places

Types of places brave adventurers would explore but even the most bold doubted before

I pictured shadows of what was and saw what is overshadowed by the pains and secrecy of yesterday



Now I see open buds in your eyes

I see deserts damped by rain from the skies

I see fields ready for harvest

Eagles about to leave their nest ready to take flight for the very first time

I see horizons of golden landscape

Landmarks of hope and restoration

I see secret places longing to be discovered because the beauty they posses are yet to be explored

I hear rivers of joy in every speech and word that flows from your tongue

All this I now see because I am finally free from the darkness that bounded me and I am free to see past the mess and see the beauty that's been inside you all along

hmmmmm

Giving up your right to be angry or be the victim all in the sake of love...what a challenge

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Is 'nothing'

So here's what I want to write about tonight. You know when tears are falling down your eyes, or when you're feeling upset and someone comes up to you and asks you "what's wrong" and you reply "is nothing", yea that's what I want to write about tonight. Why do we do that? Why is it that we find it so hard to be honest with people? Is it that we don't want people to know the thoughts that truly make us vulnerable or are we just people that don’t like to make a fuss? Ok, let’s make this a bit more personal, if this is something that you do, why do you do it? Is it a case of trust? Or do you feel like your problems will only burden people; hey don’t say that’s crazy, some people think that way. Some people feel like their problems are burdens to others so they rather keep things to themselves than share it, and for these people, when something is wrong with them, no matter how obvious it is, they will always tell you, ‘is nothing’. Are you one of those people? If so where do you think that mind-set stems from? I'm just asking questions, REMEMBER THIS IS TO WHOEVER, it could be to the person that reads this in 2015 lol!, let’s just chat, why not? Let me sketch a poem about this, will be a scenario piece

"Is nothing, I'm fine"

“I said is nothing so leave it yea!".

She sighed, her head lowered as though she was uttering a silent prayer to heaven for me.

She's never been good with obscurity, she's always been a say everything or nothing kind of person. "Well ok" she says, "if you say you're fine then I guess you are fi-"

"FINE"! I didn't let her complete her sentence, the words sort of skipped out my mouth, excited to shut her up.



Her legs hung loosely from our chairs,

Why did I ask her to seat with me if I was going to withhold information? Why did I ask for this attention if I didn't want to have this conversation?

Something in me wants to weep in her arms, let her know what's wrong

Something in me wants to hold her hand, explain I don't need to hear a sound, just want her to understand my silence

Something in me wants to open up but I'm scared, confused, anxious; wondering if opening up will lead to regrets

Lost in my thoughts I hear her voice gently question:

"Are you sure nothing is wrong?"

"Yep, nothing is wrong, I’m fine, don't mind me I'm always fine"

A small smile spreads across her face, she didn’t believe the lie but she got the message

There was no way I was going to open up and spill

Here’s to hoping my 'i'm fines' were prophetic  

Hmmm

Tonight I'm feeling quite emotional, you know when your emotions are telling you to do one thing but your mind, self respect and common sense are telling you to do another! Help Jesus! Need to have scripture sieve through these thoughts of mine. The Philippians scripture is a good sieve for our minds in it, ladies when the emotions cry let the Word cry louder man, got to stand FIRM in this joint looool!

Submission

I wish I know what I am trying to say in this poem but I don’t. So will put it up now and fix it tomorrow hehehhehehe, best to put it up now than never loool. So this is the last for tonight. Now I can go to bed, hey at least I've tried!

Submission tastes wonderful

Tastes sweet

Taste bitter indeed


Submission feels wonderful

Takes will

Takes self-control indeed


Submitting is powerful

It's meek

It's humble

Is discipline

It's easy

It’s hard

It’s a decision

A command

It's an action of love


Submissions for the weak

The strong

The helpless

The courageous

The ones that know

The ones that don’t

Really is for all