As I sit here weighing heavy thoughts in my head I'm forced to scratch out a few before bed. Like, I'm 34 with 6 kids and a wife, how can I repay You and lay down my life till the day that I die, not pass my years with a sigh? I'm shaken and perplexed
God's will is good but painful still. Words cannot express. By drawing blood, intends to heal, knowing what is best. If up to us we'd suffer not, to our detriment. Not up to us, we suffer, but to our contentment. Do not despise the rod of love - it will blossom soon. Your teary eyes
Good evening. My name is Dr. Doctrino. I am a master in the study of men's thoughts as they go through their own microcosmic history in the macrocosmic history. I am, in other words, a psychological historian. As a psychological historian, I am interested in finding out an individual's experiences, perceptions, conclusions, and emotions during
His mercies far and deep and wide, His common grace He does not hide but from His purse full at His side gets every man a piece. His wrath is reconciled to wait while His love can be displayed, so granted-faith won't lack her mate, repentance, gift from God. Here common grace and special meet,
I looked with fearful, trembling heart at clouds both thick and dark, around the mountain rock so tall rumble of the thunder's call. But, ah! the sight!- the gospel bow!- it melts my fear like snow. My heart was eased as grace increased beyond my sin and woe. Chorus: The gospel bow, the gospel bow.
If I could love Him with all the powers of my mindand gaze on Him without constraint of time,hidden in the infinite recesses of eternityburied under the magnitude of infinity. There I'd peacefully slip away unneeded, consult the vastest intellect with reasoncombined with grace, justice, and wisdom,and bow to His beatific vision. If I could breathe
Who is like You, O Lord? Awesome in power! You made exist the world, made it hang on Your word, brought us to this hour! You bring the nations from the dust, prosper them then let them rust, overthrow the strength they trust, then raise them back up from the crust. You set the world
God has come down to men To mediate for them. He didn't break but bend. Not to tear but to mend. Down God did then descend, Up then man did ascend, In one Person and Head, Union to never end. The Word incarnate, and No, He did not pretend But grew and groaned and bled
Arminians in 1610: Here are my five points against the Dutch, five protests to what the Reformed teach and such. FIRST, this notion that you're chosen, is that supposed to keep us from boasting? I can't tolerate such caricature of God, as if He's sovereign and we're not! I could understand Him choosing us in
About 5 years ago I wrote a rhyming catechism for my children to memorize, and they have done a good job of it. For a time, though, I have been discontent with its lack of uniform meter. So, with trepidation, I put pen to paper to "reform" the old one so that it retained much
