"Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian armor bright,
And Satan trembles when he sees.
The meanest saint upon his knees."
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Friday, 11 November 2011
The hymn I cooked with loool
Was cooking and this hymn came to my head :)
The aurthor is unknow, but whoever wrote it they did a wonderful job, giving us such a great hymn to praise Jesus too :)
The strife is o’er, the battle done;
The victory of life is won;
The song of triumph has begun: Alleluia!
Refrain
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
The powers of death have done their worst;
But Christ their legions hath dispersed;
Let shouts of holy joy outburst: Alleluia!
Refrain
The three sad days are quickly sped;
He rises glorious from the dead;
All glory to our risen Head! Alleluia!
Refrain
He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars from heaven’s high portals fell;
Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell! Alleluia!
Refrain
Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee,From death’s dread sting Thy servants free,That we may live, and sing to Thee: Alleluia!
Refrain
The aurthor is unknow, but whoever wrote it they did a wonderful job, giving us such a great hymn to praise Jesus too :)
The strife is o’er, the battle done;
The victory of life is won;
The song of triumph has begun: Alleluia!
Refrain
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
The powers of death have done their worst;
But Christ their legions hath dispersed;
Let shouts of holy joy outburst: Alleluia!
Refrain
The three sad days are quickly sped;
He rises glorious from the dead;
All glory to our risen Head! Alleluia!
Refrain
He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars from heaven’s high portals fell;
Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell! Alleluia!
Refrain
Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee,From death’s dread sting Thy servants free,That we may live, and sing to Thee: Alleluia!
Refrain
Monday, 17 October 2011
I won’t lie
I will crumble in your arms like clay if u were to ever say,
I am not the person you want me to be
I will break apart because your criticisms stones
Shattering the image of perfection I see when it comes to me and my personality alone
Your words will be knives cutting their way through a forest of hidden pride
And just one word from you, one rebuke, one rejection, will have me feeling exposed
Your words will tear of my cloak of perfection and I will feel lost
Human
Seeing myself for what I am
A weak man, in need of something supernatural to clean him up
Grace is for everyone
So If I’m not the person I want people to see
Then I must be the humble person that allows grace to change me
And that might mean, hearing some rebukes, seeing some flaws
Coming to terms with the fact that that I am not perfect at all
Need to be continuously changed by the word
Pride must bow down
Learn, grow, accept rebukes gracefully
There’s enough grace to change even the worst things about me
I will crumble in your arms like clay if u were to ever say,
I am not the person you want me to be
I will break apart because your criticisms stones
Shattering the image of perfection I see when it comes to me and my personality alone
Your words will be knives cutting their way through a forest of hidden pride
And just one word from you, one rebuke, one rejection, will have me feeling exposed
Your words will tear of my cloak of perfection and I will feel lost
Human
Seeing myself for what I am
A weak man, in need of something supernatural to clean him up
Grace is for everyone
So If I’m not the person I want people to see
Then I must be the humble person that allows grace to change me
And that might mean, hearing some rebukes, seeing some flaws
Coming to terms with the fact that that I am not perfect at all
Need to be continuously changed by the word
Pride must bow down
Learn, grow, accept rebukes gracefully
There’s enough grace to change even the worst things about me
Friday, 7 October 2011
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faNij71hh7o
My heart's cry these day!
My heart's cry these day!
The words are from a long narrative poem, “The Brewing of Soma.” It describes Vedic priests going into the forest and drinking themselves into a stupor with a concoction called “soma.” They try to have a religious experience and contact the spirit world. It is after setting that scene that Whittier draws his lesson: “Dear Lord, and Father of mankind, forgive our foolish ways…” This hymn is as relevant today as when it was written. In a modern context, it speaks to the drug culture, and those looking for an “experience” to prove the reality of God. I love it because even if it's not drinking and all of that, we all have our own flaws and our hearts can with sincerity cry this. Every stanza speaks of something that is so dear to me, cause I do allot of foolish things |
Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our foolish ways;
Reclothe us in our rightful mind,
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper reverence, praise.
In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word,
Rise up and follow Thee.
O Sabbath rest by Galilee,
O calm of hills above,
Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity,
Interpreted by love!
With that deep hush subduing all
Our words and works that drown
The tender whisper of Thy call,
As noiseless let Thy blessing fall
As fell Thy manna down.
Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace.
Breathe through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still, small voice of calm.
Friday, 9 September 2011
We can
We can all have the warmth in our arms
The glow in our cheeks
The sweet truth on our tongues
But not all of us know this
We can all have the tenderness in our hearts
The twinkle in our eyes
The love in our lives
But not all of us know this
We can all have the riches in our hands
The willingness to listen in our mind
The grace to be gracious in our lives
But not all of us know it
So we use daggers in our mouths
Coldness in our arms
Redness in our eyes
Green eyed in desires
We move with hardness in our heart
Let the unforgiving nature become a statue
Remain unwilling to take sometime out and listen
Just because we are unclear of what love is, and what love means
Yet no matter how bad
Hope still stands
So thou we may not know
The truth is, we can
The glow in our cheeks
The sweet truth on our tongues
But not all of us know this
We can all have the tenderness in our hearts
The twinkle in our eyes
The love in our lives
But not all of us know this
We can all have the riches in our hands
The willingness to listen in our mind
The grace to be gracious in our lives
But not all of us know it
So we use daggers in our mouths
Coldness in our arms
Redness in our eyes
Green eyed in desires
We move with hardness in our heart
Let the unforgiving nature become a statue
Remain unwilling to take sometime out and listen
Just because we are unclear of what love is, and what love means
Yet no matter how bad
Hope still stands
So thou we may not know
The truth is, we can
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS!
Ok so I was meant to be performing somewhere this week. The poem I wanted to do is called prayer (will put it up soon) so I really wanted to have a wonderful hymn that I know called 'what a friend we have in Jesus' sang during my performance. I was so shocked at the amount of people that did not know this hymn! Made me feel all old loool. I do think it is a British thing, I don't think the hymn is sung much in churches over here. Anyhoo the hymn is a blessing. Filled with such truths. Here are the words and the story let me know if you have ever heard of it. And if you have let me know in what country lool. Loves xxx
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1B7i2wCqIuE
Here's what I found about the writer and the hymn. I did not write this part underneath.
Originally a poem, "What a Friend We Have in Jesus" was never intended by the hymn writer, Joseph Scriven, for publication. Upon learning of his mother's serious illness and was unable to be with her in faraway Dublin, he wrote a letter of comfort enclosing the words of this text. Some time later when he himself was ill, a friend who came to see him chanced to see the poem scribbled on scratch people near his bed. The friend read it with interest and asked if he had written the words. With typical modesty, Scriven replied, "The Lord and I did it between us." In 1869 a small collection of his poems was published. Simply, it was entitled Hymns and Other Verses.
The Hymn "What a Friend We Have in Jesus"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1B7i2wCqIuE
- What a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
Oh, what peace we often forfeit,
Oh, what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer! - Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer. - Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge—
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there. - Blessed Savior, Thou hast promised
Thou wilt all our burdens bear;
May we ever, Lord, be bringing
All to Thee in earnest prayer.
Soon in glory bright, unclouded,
There will be no need for prayer—
Rapture, praise, and endless worship
Will be our sweet portion there.
Here's what I found about the writer and the hymn. I did not write this part underneath.
Originally a poem, "What a Friend We Have in Jesus" was never intended by the hymn writer, Joseph Scriven, for publication. Upon learning of his mother's serious illness and was unable to be with her in faraway Dublin, he wrote a letter of comfort enclosing the words of this text. Some time later when he himself was ill, a friend who came to see him chanced to see the poem scribbled on scratch people near his bed. The friend read it with interest and asked if he had written the words. With typical modesty, Scriven replied, "The Lord and I did it between us." In 1869 a small collection of his poems was published. Simply, it was entitled Hymns and Other Verses.
Saturday, 30 July 2011
Hymn and prayer make me a channel of your peace
Make me a channel of your peace:
Where there is hatred, let me bring you love;
Where there is injury, your healing pow'r,
And where there's doubt, true faith in you.
2. Make me a channel of your peace:
Where there's despair in life let me bring hope;
Where there is darkness, - only light,
And where there's sadness, ever joy
3. O Spirit, grant that I may never seek
So much to be consolded as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love with all my soul -
.4. Make me a channel of your peace.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
In giving to all that we receive,
And in dying that we're born to eternal life.
Author: A Prayer of St. Francis, written by Johann Sebastian von TempelhoffDate: unknownStory:Most modern hymns are penned by Protestants, but one of the best ones from recent decades comes from a Franciscan named Johann Sebastian von Tempelhoff (1928-1997). Tempelhoff was a prolific singer and songwriter under the name Sebastian Temple. Born in Pretoria, South Africa, he was a Scientologist for a time before he converted to Catholicism.This hymn is based on a traditional prayer attributed to St. Francis of Assisi, though modern scholars usually credit a later Franciscan, Jacopo di Toddi. In English, the prayer reads:Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is darkness, light. Where there is sadness, joy.O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Ref http://lyrics.astraweb.com/display/697/hymns..unknown..make_me_a_channel_of_your_peace.html
Where there is hatred, let me bring you love;
Where there is injury, your healing pow'r,
And where there's doubt, true faith in you.
2. Make me a channel of your peace:
Where there's despair in life let me bring hope;
Where there is darkness, - only light,
And where there's sadness, ever joy
3. O Spirit, grant that I may never seek
So much to be consolded as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love with all my soul -
.4. Make me a channel of your peace.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
In giving to all that we receive,
And in dying that we're born to eternal life.
Author: A Prayer of St. Francis, written by Johann Sebastian von TempelhoffDate: unknownStory:Most modern hymns are penned by Protestants, but one of the best ones from recent decades comes from a Franciscan named Johann Sebastian von Tempelhoff (1928-1997). Tempelhoff was a prolific singer and songwriter under the name Sebastian Temple. Born in Pretoria, South Africa, he was a Scientologist for a time before he converted to Catholicism.This hymn is based on a traditional prayer attributed to St. Francis of Assisi, though modern scholars usually credit a later Franciscan, Jacopo di Toddi. In English, the prayer reads:Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is darkness, light. Where there is sadness, joy.O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Ref http://lyrics.astraweb.com/display/697/hymns..unknown..make_me_a_channel_of_your_peace.html
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