May I hunger and thirst for righteousness (Mat 5:6)
And be satisfied with your likeness.(psalm 17:15)
May I feast on true bread and be filled with true drink. (John 6:55)
May my soul pant for You, as a deer pants for the brook. (Psalm 42:1)
May the doing of your will be my food (John 4:34)
And the nearness of you my good. (Psalm 73:28)
May I be filled with the fullness of your love.(Eph 3:19)
And live by every word proceeding from the mouth of God. (Luke 4:4)
O bread that came from heaven!
O manna divine!
Come fill my heart and renew my mind.
O pure and living water!
O precious cup of blood!
Refresh my soul, and cleanse me, my God!
You drank the dreaded cup of wrath,
that I might drink from the river of life! (Heb 9:22, Rev 22:1)
Your body was broken as bread for my sins,
that I might eat and be justified! (1 Cor 11:24)
I am unworthy to eat at your table,
but you wash my feet and sit by my side.
Yes, your table is filled with tax collectors and sinners.
'Twas for the unrighteousness you came to die.
You will clothe me in white to be your Bride! And I shall feast with my groom, the Lamb of God!
Slain for my sin,
Yet risen again.
O precious supper,
Thy body and blood.
Monday, March 16, 2015
Friday, March 6, 2015
Tiny Evidences
Tiny evidences dainty and white
Each unique in shape and size
A gallery of masterpieces
Covering the landscape with white fleeces
Gently drifting all around
A peaceful song without sound
Myriads melted in years gone by
Yet new creations still drift from the sky
Never once a duplicate
Every one detailed and intricate
Inescapable proofs dance before our eyes
The evidence of God that cannot be denied
As endless as the snowflakes designs
Is the greatness and power of God divine
Each unique in shape and size
A gallery of masterpieces
Covering the landscape with white fleeces
Gently drifting all around
A peaceful song without sound
Myriads melted in years gone by
Yet new creations still drift from the sky
Never once a duplicate
Every one detailed and intricate
Inescapable proofs dance before our eyes
The evidence of God that cannot be denied
As endless as the snowflakes designs
Is the greatness and power of God divine
A Different Kind of Birthday
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I held him in my hands. He was perfect. He was so precious and tiny. My little brother Nathaniel Asher, "Nash, " was born on February the thirteenth of this year. Usually, people think of birthdays as the day a life began, but I don't.
My brother never cried when he was born. He never grasped my finger, never looked at me, and never took a breath in my arms. He never took a breath at all, but he lived. His life did not begin on his birthday; no one's life does. Birthdays do not mark the beginning of a unique genetic makeup that only one person will ever have. They do not mark the first beat of a heart. Birthdays do not mark the beginning of a soul's existence. Birthdays mark the day a person, who already exists, enters this world and leaves the environment of their mother's womb.
Nash had a different kind of birthday than most people. His life was already completed when he was born. He was never issued a birth certificate acknowledging his life, but I know that he lived.
I held him in the palm of my hand. Born at seventeen weeks gestation, he was only five inches long. I wondered how someone so small could take up so much room in my heart. I loved him very much, but I never got to tell him so. I never got to know who he was or what he was like; I just held his lifeless body and rocked him. I kissed his tiny forehead and held his delicate fingers. No one could ever convince me that Nash was not a person.
I wish I would have had the privilege of knowing him and seeing his personality. I wish I could have listened to him, made him laugh, and shared life with him. Although Nash was never known by a single person, his little life was important and God knows him. God is the one who formed him and fashioned his soul.
Fetuses are human beings. I am not a scientist, but it was not hard to see that my brother was not an undefined blob of disorganized cells, and I did not even need a microscope or magnifying glass to observe this. He had fingers, toes, ears, legs, arms, ribs, eyes, a nose, and even a tongue. He had everything we have. Fetuses are just a smaller version of normal-sized people. They are not disorganized random cells. They have all the same parts as us, and they are put together the same way. They are just much smaller and more delicate.
Nash taught me that birthdays are not the beginning. Life begins at conception. I will forever remember my brother's life although it ended before his birthday. I held him in my hand for only a few minutes, but I will always hold him in my heart. I am so thankful for the life of Nash, and I will always love him. Birthdays are days when we celebrate someone's life, but I'm learning that life should be celebrated every moment because life is a vapor.
"For you formed my inmost parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them."Psalm 139:16
My brother never cried when he was born. He never grasped my finger, never looked at me, and never took a breath in my arms. He never took a breath at all, but he lived. His life did not begin on his birthday; no one's life does. Birthdays do not mark the beginning of a unique genetic makeup that only one person will ever have. They do not mark the first beat of a heart. Birthdays do not mark the beginning of a soul's existence. Birthdays mark the day a person, who already exists, enters this world and leaves the environment of their mother's womb.
Nash had a different kind of birthday than most people. His life was already completed when he was born. He was never issued a birth certificate acknowledging his life, but I know that he lived.I held him in the palm of my hand. Born at seventeen weeks gestation, he was only five inches long. I wondered how someone so small could take up so much room in my heart. I loved him very much, but I never got to tell him so. I never got to know who he was or what he was like; I just held his lifeless body and rocked him. I kissed his tiny forehead and held his delicate fingers. No one could ever convince me that Nash was not a person.
I wish I would have had the privilege of knowing him and seeing his personality. I wish I could have listened to him, made him laugh, and shared life with him. Although Nash was never known by a single person, his little life was important and God knows him. God is the one who formed him and fashioned his soul.
Fetuses are human beings. I am not a scientist, but it was not hard to see that my brother was not an undefined blob of disorganized cells, and I did not even need a microscope or magnifying glass to observe this. He had fingers, toes, ears, legs, arms, ribs, eyes, a nose, and even a tongue. He had everything we have. Fetuses are just a smaller version of normal-sized people. They are not disorganized random cells. They have all the same parts as us, and they are put together the same way. They are just much smaller and more delicate.
Nash taught me that birthdays are not the beginning. Life begins at conception. I will forever remember my brother's life although it ended before his birthday. I held him in my hand for only a few minutes, but I will always hold him in my heart. I am so thankful for the life of Nash, and I will always love him. Birthdays are days when we celebrate someone's life, but I'm learning that life should be celebrated every moment because life is a vapor.
"For you formed my inmost parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth.Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them."Psalm 139:16
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