PRAYER

Listen to What A Friend We Have In Jesus



mas WE OWE HIM OUR HOMAGE

We are made of dust,
yet sons and daughters of a mighty king.
Lowly sinners though we be,
our salvation makes angels sing.
This thought should thrill our souls,
brings us to our knees in earnest prayer.
The same God who made us,
loves and keeps us in His tender care.
Though, so often, we mortals
dishonor and disgrace His name,
Our heavenly Father still pours out
all His love just the same.
When He sent His beloved Son
down to earth to die for mankind,
He revealed the wonderful plan
He had with us in mind.
Shall we fail now our loving
Creator and our Saviour?
Will we lose out because of
our rebellious behaviour?
Can we say no to His plan
to re-make us in His image?
As the angels, will we learn
to always give Him our homage?
Oh, loving Creator and Redeemer,
we earnestly pray,
Forgive us now and make us
Your true sons and daughters today.
Write Your universal law
in each innermost mind and soul,
In every thought, word, and deed
let Your eternal love control.

(c) 1991, Kathryn Terrell


mas PRAYER

When you feel least like praying,
That's the time to pray.
Perhaps from God you're straying
And seeking your own way.

Pray before you read His word,
It's He who provides the light.
He opens your eyes heavenward
And gives you new insight.

Prayer is an attitude to keep
With you each passing hour.
Ask for all you need from Him,
For He can give you power.

God's your friend thru daily prayer,
He by your side must stand.
And as you grow in faith, you'll share
His divine and loving plan.

(c) 1997, Kathryn Terrell



mas EVENING REFLECTION

She sits and listens in the evening rain,
Yields her will to the Father again.

The Father tells her to wait for awhile,
"Then I will answer your question, My child."

She hears a song beyond the falling rain,
Lifts her voice in praise again.

It thrills her heart that through God's powers,
He sends His Spirit in early rain showers.

Then born upon the wings of praise,
The clouds give way to sunset rays.

As the glow fades into night,
Soothing sounds give her insight.

And in that sight the answer she seeks,
As revelation knowledge and her spirit meet.

She rises up from bended knees,
Determined now her God to please.

An answered call and the vow she made,
He walk of faith, the price is paid.

Copyright 1997, Pat Worrell and Kathryn Terrell


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