KaleidoSouls

Only One Hero My sole desire is to please You, Jesus, my Lord, To live and walk in your holy Word. Let your Holy Spirit flow through me, That everything I do will honor Thee. Never to bring shame or disgrace to your Name. To live for You, not seeking fortune or fame. Keeping my eyes only on You, Jesus, as I run this race. My ultimate goal—to bring others to acknowledge your grace. To be a mighty warrior, in battles strong, Long-suffering and patient, never returning wrong for wrong. To keep the shield of faith about me in One stronger than I. In this battle so fierce I must conquer, or others will die. To give up this race for one fleeting moment will never do. I must, I must conquer and win souls for You. When those around me look and see the battles won, If they see only You, it is then You will say, "Well done. A job well done, my child, so faithful and true." "But, oh, my Lord and master, I owe it all to You. When the battle raged fierce and long, I looked up to You; I was never strong. Victory in my life while on this earth I tread, Was accomplished only because You live, and I was dead." Though enemies assailed and were slain left and right, Cut asunder and killed by the Sword while I fought the fight. Still it is Christ who is the Hero—not I, For I am dead. He ever lives (in me), for real heroes never die. Jesus, You will always be my Hero. Jesus: He is All Disillusioned by the world and confused, Dismayed and feeling all used, Where could I turn; what could I do? To whom could I turn my faith to renew? Yahweh-Shalom, Jesus, my peace is you. Line upon line, precept upon precept. There is no one left to follow except Jesus, who astray will never lead me, But over the mountain and through the valley. Yahweh-Rohi, Jesus, my Shepherd art Thee. Tempted to stray I know I am to blame. Not worthy to bear so holy a Name. I know that I have sinned; I confess this to You. Please cleanse me by Your Blood and give me Your Spirit anew. Yahweh-Tsidkenu, Jesus, my righteousness is You. Whenever I stumble and encounter a fall I turn my eyes on You, Jesus, my all. No matter the riches the world may bring, Jesus, my Provider, I'll trust You for everything. Yahweh-Jireh, Jesus, my Provider art Thee. "Lord, help me not to disillusion others by lack of consecration to You." For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily. And ye are complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power: (Colossians 2:9, 10) Children of God Sons and daughters of God, children of grace, You are a chosen generation, a royal race. Hold up your head, lift upward your face. Look unto Jesus, the Author and Finisher of your faith. He will keep you from falling at this hour so late. His coming is near. It is drawing very nigh When believers shall meet Him in the sky. Don't listen to Satan for he'll tell you a lie. He doesn't want you to live. He wants you to die. It is true that soon you'll reign with Jesus on high. Allow not yourself to scoff at God's Word, For it is truth from there the promise you've heard. If in your heart God's laws you have not spurned, Exceedingly glad you will be when Jesus has returned To take you to the home for which you have yearned. Knowing this first, that there shall come in the last days scoffers, walking after their own lusts, And saying, Where is the promise of his coming? for since the fathers fell asleep, all things continue as they were from the beginning of the creation Looking for and hasting unto the coming of the day of God, wherein the heavens being on fire shall be dissolved, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat? Nevertheless we, according to his promise, look for new heavens and a new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness. (2 Peter 3:3, 4, 12, 13) The Hem of His Garment Twelve long years with a disease Satan had her bound. A cure for her had not yet been found. All her living on doctors had been spent. For her a life of agony and pain must be meant. The last flicker of hope burst into a flame When she heard others were healed in Jesus' Name. Had He really come to her very own town, Or was it just another rumor spreading 'round? Though weary and worn, from somewhere deep within She found strength to attempt to catch but a glimpse of Him. When at last from behind, her gaze His form did meet She began to contemplate victory. Away with defeat! Jairus at His feet earnestly did plea, "My daughter is sick and will die without Thee." He seemed so busy with the crowds all pressing, The flame of hope flickered it was so distressing. Somehow she knew if she could but touch His garment's hem He would take away her sickness and pains, every one of them. Would He go away with Jairus his only child to heal? Such hope was building inside of her—a faith so strong and real, As from behind Him closer and closer she drew, Finally touching His hem she began to feel brand new. Miraculously healed, how thankful she would always be. Searching the crowds, He inquired, "Who touched me?" His disciples could not answer a question so seemingly amiss. But, knowingly, Jesus looked around at the one who had done this. Fearful and trembling she voluntarily at His feet fell, But to hear Him say, "Daughter, go in peace. Your faith has made you well." And, behold, a woman, which was diseased with an issue of blood twelve years, came behind him, and touched the hem of his garment: For she said within herself, If I may but touch his garment, I shall be whole. But Jesus turned him about, and when he saw her, he said, Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole. And the woman was made whole from that hour. (Matthew 9:20–22) And whithersoever he entered, into villages, or cities, or country, they laid the sick in the streets, and besought him that they might touch if it were but the border of his garment: and as many as touched him were made whole. (Mark 6:56) Time to Pray Lord, I know the day is wearing on and there are many things to do. But I will not proceed without first spending time with You. Time seems so limited at the dawning of the day, But when day is done and the sun set, then I see I really had time to pray. And the devil's deception I now clearly see As he throws his obstacles in the path to distract me. As before You, Lord, I fall humbly on my face The many events of the day will fall into their rightful place. And he spake a parable unto them to this end, that men ought always to pray, and not to faint; (Luke 18:1) Pray without ceasing. (1 Thessalonians 5:17) Fellowship Sweet As I sit here at your feet Relishing the fellowship sweet, I talk to You and know You hear. Even in the silence I know You are near. I feast on Your mere presence Savoring the holy, heavenly essence. This fellowship sweet I cannot live without. I love You and long for You throughout. There is no place so satisfying as at the feet of Jesus, pouring my heart out to Him. He loves me with a pure, unconditional love. Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment. (John 12:3) Whoso offereth praise glorifieth me: (Psalm 50:23a) Love Lives As the cool night breezes gently caress my face Memories stir of midnight and lace. I long to hear your voice, feel your touch. I know you're gone, but I still love you so much. I remember so well your special, loving touch. I wish you were here. I miss you so much. The flame of our love will forever burn in my heart. Of your role in my life, no one else can play the part. The warm caress of your hands, the love you whispered in my ear. You did everything just right, said all the things I wanted to hear. Now you're gone; all I have is memories of the love shared between you and I. Memories of a love that will never die.