continually

Seek the Lord and His strength, seek His face continually.
1 Chronicles 16:11

Photo by Marge McCoy

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Then He called the crowd to Him along with His disciples and said: “Whoever wants to be My disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow Me.”
Mark 8:34 (NIV)

Photo by Marge McCoy

a quiet place

Lead me to the quietness of Your great heart;
Through the path of brokenness, let me have a part
Of knowing You more quietly, more deeply and alone;
And when my soul has found that place,
Then lead me to Your throne.

Still my ceaseless wandering and teach me to abide.
In the shelter of Your love, all fear is cast aside.
Stress and doubt, uncertainty, all fall along the way;
My heart is tuned to sovereign voice;
Lord, speak to me today.

Be still and know that I Am God,
The Bread of Life, the Door,
The Prince of Peace, the Mighty God,
Your Counselor, and more.
Holy, Righteous, Just am I, demanding price for sin;
Then offering My beloved Son, that you may enter in.
If you believe His blood is all that your poor soul could plead,
Just rest serenely in My care; I’m all you’ll ever need.

Poem By Connie Faust
Photo by John Brasley

Whiter Than Snow

Whiter Than Snow

Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole,
I want Thee forever to live in my soul;
Break down every idol, cast out every foe;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Whiter than snow; yes, whiter than snow;
Now wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.

Lord Jesus, let nothing unholy remain,
Apply Thine own blood and extract every stain;
To get this blest cleansing I all things forego;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies,
And help me to make a complete sacrifice;
I give up myself and whatever I know;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat;
I wait, blessed Lord, at Thy crucified feet;
By faith, for my cleansing I see Thy blood flow;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait;
Come now, and within me a new heart create;
To those who have sought Thee Thou never saidst, No;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Lyrics: James Nicholson
Music: Willaim Gustavux Fischer (1835 – 1912)
Photo: Marge McCoy