THE BELL
I KNOW WHO I AM
I am God's child (John 1:12)
I am Christ's friend (John 15:15 )
I am united with the Lord (1 Cor. 6:17)
I am bought with a price (1 Cor 6:19-20)
I am a saint (set apart for God). (Eph. 1:1)
I am a personal witness of Christ. (Acts 1:8)
I am the salt & light of the earth (Matt 5:13-14)
I am a member of the body of Christ (1 Cor 12:27)
I am free forever from condemnation ( Rom. 8: 1-2)
I am a citizen of Heaven. I am significant (Phil 3:20)
I am free from any charge against me (Rom. 8:31 -34)
I am a minister of reconciliation for God (2 Cor 5:17-21)
I have access to God through the Holy Spirit (Eph. 2:18)
I am seated with Christ in the heavenly realms (Eph. 2:6)
I cannot be separated from the love of God (Rom 8:35-39)
I am established, anointed, sealed by God (2 Cor 1:21-22 )
I am assured all things work together for good (Rom. 8:28 )
I have been chosen and appointed to bear fruit (John 15:16 )
I may approach God with freedom and confidence (Eph. 3: 12)
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13)
I am the branch of the true vine, a channel of His life (John 15: 1-5)
I am God's temple (1 Cor. 3: 16) I am complete in Christ (Col. 2: 10)
I am hidden with Christ in God (Col. 3:3). I have been justified (Romans 5:1)
I am God's worker (1 Cor. 3:9; 2 Cor 6:1). I am God's workmanship (Eph. 2:10)
I am confident that the good works God has begun in me will be perfected. (Phil. 1: 5)
I have been redeemed and forgiven (Col 1:14) I have been adopted as God's child (Eph)
I belong to God
Do you know
Who you are!?
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Friday, May 15, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Worms enough for you too...
The Rooster & the Hen
Said the Little Red Rooster,
“Believe me, things are tough!
Seems the worms are getting scarcer
And I cannot find enough.
What’s become of all those fat ones?
It’s a mystery to me.
There were thousands through that rainy spell,
But now, where can they be?”
But the Old Black Hen who heard him
Didn’t grumble or complain,
She had lived through lots of dry spells
She had lived through floods of rain.
She picked a new and undug spot;
The ground was hard and firm,
“I must go to the worms,” she said.
“The worms won’t come to me.”
The Rooster vainly spent his day
Through habit, by the ways
Where fat round worms had passed in squads
Back in the rainy days.
When nightfall found him supperless,
He growled in accents rough,
“I’m hungry as a fowl can be;
Conditions sure are tough.”
But the Old Black Hen hopped to her perch
and dropped her eyes to sleep
And murmured in a drowsy tone,
“Young man, hear this and weep.
I’m full of worms and happy
For I’ve eaten like a pig.
The worms were there as always
But, boy, I had to dig!”
Said the Little Red Rooster,
“Believe me, things are tough!
Seems the worms are getting scarcer
And I cannot find enough.
What’s become of all those fat ones?
It’s a mystery to me.
There were thousands through that rainy spell,
But now, where can they be?”
But the Old Black Hen who heard him
Didn’t grumble or complain,
She had lived through lots of dry spells
She had lived through floods of rain.
She picked a new and undug spot;
The ground was hard and firm,
“I must go to the worms,” she said.
“The worms won’t come to me.”
The Rooster vainly spent his day
Through habit, by the ways
Where fat round worms had passed in squads
Back in the rainy days.
When nightfall found him supperless,
He growled in accents rough,
“I’m hungry as a fowl can be;
Conditions sure are tough.”
But the Old Black Hen hopped to her perch
and dropped her eyes to sleep
And murmured in a drowsy tone,
“Young man, hear this and weep.
I’m full of worms and happy
For I’ve eaten like a pig.
The worms were there as always
But, boy, I had to dig!”
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Finding a safe place
A reader sent in the below poem which she recently wrote. I was touched by the “who moved” part.
I often hear from people who feel God has deserted them, but am happy to help them see this is never the case.
God’s love for us is perpetual. Isolation and loneliness are a material sense of God that is healed as thought moves to a more spiritual view of the divine Maker, as Melissa alludes to below.
SAFE IN HIS CARE
When life’s wrinkles, error, frighten us…”who moved?”
God, or you?
When it seems like a volcano-like abyss has swallowed you whole…”who moved?”
If it seems like the very heavens have walked away
and divinity has abandoned us just for spite…”who moved?”
And yet
if we would move thought to Him
and stay there
we would see that the Father / Mother oneness is closer to us than breathing.
We would find Life / God has opened the portals of heaven to distill a benediction of Love.
We would find that safe is another name for God.
~ Melissa Baker
I often hear from people who feel God has deserted them, but am happy to help them see this is never the case.
God’s love for us is perpetual. Isolation and loneliness are a material sense of God that is healed as thought moves to a more spiritual view of the divine Maker, as Melissa alludes to below.
SAFE IN HIS CARE
When life’s wrinkles, error, frighten us…”who moved?”
God, or you?
When it seems like a volcano-like abyss has swallowed you whole…”who moved?”
If it seems like the very heavens have walked away
and divinity has abandoned us just for spite…”who moved?”
And yet
if we would move thought to Him
and stay there
we would see that the Father / Mother oneness is closer to us than breathing.
We would find Life / God has opened the portals of heaven to distill a benediction of Love.
We would find that safe is another name for God.
~ Melissa Baker
Friday, May 23, 2008
A Sunday school teacher's prayer
A poem written by a Sunday school teacher for her pupils.
Dear God,
Your Love is valued and because of that, I love.
You love me and because of that, I believe in you.
You cherish all of your children and to think - I am yours too!
I am totally moved by your compassion. Compassion teaches great things.
I will be all that I can be, because of you.
Your love touches me - with a smile.
If I know, if I truly feel that you are All,
Then I know, and I perceive that your Love heals.
~ Patti Paul
