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Celebrating the Excellencies of His Name – Jealous, by Elizabeth DeBarros–

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Cast but a Glance, a poem by Elizabeth DeBarros

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Cast but a glance, not your pearls.
♦
How do I rend my heart
When I’ve only ever given garments?
—Far lesser things I might have afforded
If ‘twere not for chastening Divine.
♦
Mourning dove,
covered in ash;
thy bruisings go deep.
♦
O, Steady Hand, go before me,
Severe Mercy, perform your alien work.
When
 Despair set low her bolts and bars
She blinded my eyes, thrust me asunder.
My spirit flagged, the flesh gave out.
By taking strength from other gods,
—‘twas Thee I had refused.
Now
I am caught; shorn,
listless from the winds and damp.
These markings — where did they come from?
Look away!
“It’s too hard, I must deserve this.”
But ev’n tears are cleansed of boasting
in Thy Presence.
♦
Canst thou hear Me singing?
Peer through the lock,
Thy vigorous captors are no more.
Arise,
Heaven’s flames extinguished, Fury’s quenched at last!
Lift up thine eyes; look about—
 ‘It is finished’
See!
—Cerulean skies; the temps are fair.
Thus
As My love, so My scars,
I AM
and ever shall be
Jealous
That My dwelling be found in thee.
Elizabeth DeBarros © 2011
For further meditation
 Joel 2:13; Isaiah 38:14; Zephaniah 3:17; Isaiah 60:1; Isaiah 53:10-12
 Isaiah 63:4-6; John 19:30; Revelation 1:5; Exodus 34:14; Exodus 15:13; Ezekiel 37:27

About the Author: Between homeschooling and homemaking, Elizabeth DeBarros finds time to study theology, laugh with friends, and share the love of God to as many she meets. At Finding the Motherlode she writes to honor God by sharing her observations, meditations, and on rare occasion, her poetry. She resides in the foothills of the Blue Ridge mountains in Northern Virginia with her beloved husband, two sons, and their new kitten.

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The Excellency of the Bible by Isaac Watts -A Poem for Children-

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The Excellency of the Bible

Great God, with wonder and praise
On all thy works I look;
But still thy wisdom, power, and grace
Shine brightest in thy book.

The stars that in their courses roll
Have much instruction given;
But thy good word informs my soul
How I may climb to heaven.

The fields provide me food; and show
The goodness of the Lord;
But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy word.

Here are my choicest  treasures hid,
Here my best comfort lies,
Here my desires are satisfied,
And hence my hopes arise.

Lord, make me understand  thy law.
Show what my faults have been;
And from thy gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my sin.

Here would I learn how Christ has died,
to save my soul from hell:
Not all the books on earth beside
Such heavenly wonders tell.

Then let me love my Bible more,
And take a fresh delight,
By day to day read these wonders o’er,
And meditate by night.

*Divine and Moral Songs for Children by Isaac Watts

Becky

>Heaven and Hell by Isaac Watts

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>My daughter and I just finished memorizing one of the poems from the book “Divine and Moral Songs for Children” by Isaac Watts (Praise for Creation and Providence), and we are now ready to start memorizing a new one. This time she was free to choose one; and this is the one she picked:

Heaven and Hell
Song X
There is beyond the sky
A heaven full of joy and love;
And holy children, when they die,
Go to that world above.
There is a dreadful hell,
And everlasting pains;
Where sinners must with devils dwell,
In darkness, fire, and chains.
Can such a wretch as I
Escape this curse end?
And may I hope, whene’er I die,
I shall to heaven ascend?
Then I for grace will pray,
While I have life and breath;
Lest I should be cut off to-day,
And sent to eternal death.

Very different than the “Veggie Tales”, right?

May God help us preach the true gospel to our children and to nourish their souls with the Truth, with the Scriptures that can make them wise unto salvation.

Under His sun and by His grace,

>A Poem to Ponder

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>I read this beautiful poem and it touched my heart; I asked permission to the author, JD from Poems to Ponder, and he say I could share it with you. For this I am grateful

A Savior, the Christ

 
a teaching rhyme
by JD Collier

a marriage vow
an angel dream
a virgin blessed
a promised King
a troublesome word
a “how can this be?”
an “overshadow”
“may it be to me”

a Caesar decree
a census to run
an inn with no room
a feed trough
a Son
a stable to house
a manger to hold
a swaddling cloth
to ward off the cold

a shepherds night watch
an angel appears
a message of joy
a “peace and good cheer”
a heavenly host
a sky all ablaze
a Savior
the Christ
a chorus of praise

 

the regal robed kings
a star to behold
incense and myrrh
a gift of pure gold
the kings from the east
worship and part
the mother of God
her pondering heart

the words—all familiar
the story—quite old
the tone—amazement
the setting—bold
the subject—a Child
a mystery—the theme
the narrative—holy
the purpose—redeem
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Luke 2:11
Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.

John 1:10-14
He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him.  He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him.  Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God– children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.   The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.
NIV

Other beautiful poems by the same author are, Did You Know?,  Heaven, and God’s Repertory

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>Thinking of You, Sweet Baby

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When you only have one sister and she lives in another country, and she is pregnant for the third time and you have never seen her holding a baby in her womb. 

You feel the distance. 

You wish you could have wings to fly to her and hold her hand and look at her eyes and hug her. 

Isn’t this what sisters are for? 

Aren’t these moments those we need each other the most?

I think of you in the morning, sweet baby.
Isn’t it you we have been dreaming about for years?
You are in a safe place right now,
No one can hurt you where you are being woven,

where you Creator is crafting a master piece.

The song you hear all day long is your mama’s voice.
Isn’t it beautiful?
Her prayers for you rise early every morning,
and her last words at night are blessings upon you.
She is preparing a place for you,
she loves colors and fabric, and needles, and thread,
Her hands are working in delight
so you will find a place to rest your precious little head.
With her hands she sews, but with her heart she wovens
prayers and prayers, and tears fall down.
You, precious baby, will be born in sin.
Who can deny it?
We all were born death.
Your mama fears the Lord and she knows this truth well.
But fear not, little one,

for Your Redeemer lives!

And mama and papa will teach you the Truth.
They will day and night, when you raise and go to bed,
teach you the Scriptures that will make you wise unto Salvation.
Listen to them, even from now.
The Sovereign One has chosen to place you in this God-fearing home.
Fear not, little one, mama will pray for you day after day;
her trust is placed on the One who is mighty to save,
who has conquered death and has risen again,
and whose hand is not short to save.
My little one, mama will hold you with such tender care,
she is preparing all for the seasons to come.
In the Spring she will plant the seed of the Word in your heart,
In the Summer she’ll wait for the Lord to send showers
and make His Word yield much fruit in you.
During the Autumn, when leaves fall and all seems to die,
she will raise her eyes to the hills and now that you will stand firm.
The winter will come, but she will not fear for she knows the Lord
will hold you tight.
I think of you in the morning, sweet baby.
Isn’t it you we have been dreaming about for years?
I love you!

Today I am grateful for the children born in Christian homes and for godly parents who diligently teach the Word of God to their children.

Daily on My Way to Heaven

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O Lord, that I may have 

eyes to to see what it really means 
to be on my way to Heaven
O Lord, that I may have
eyes to see that this
earth and all on it
will pass away.
O Lord, that I may have 
eyes to see that Heaven 
is where I should lay upon
treasures that will last.
O Lord, that I may have
eyes to see beyond
the clock and the calendar
and up to eternity.
O Lord, that I may long
for Heaven,
that I may diligently
pursue the things from above.
O Lord, that I may have
eyes to see what it really means
to be on my way to Heaven.

O Lord, that I may live
aiming at Heaven
longing for home,
eyes fixed on Jesus,
and only on Him.
Daily.
Daily On My Way to Heaven