Poetry

O ——, do you have firm hope? Who’m do you have your faith in to restore your hopes

For me I’ve got a savior, the Savior is Christ Jesus. In him only I have put my faith

Either Now or Then when you’re troubled by fear and feel as though you want to live no more who comforts you?

When your heart is weak and joy has flowed away. which VOICE delivers you?
Which friend do you run to?

When you think of what will happen, when you’re dismayed and perplexed. All sides are hindered where will your light come from?

For me I have a savior, the savior is Christ Jesus. I have a savior he Is the morning Star ⭐️
By patient kwizera

The Father’s Bargain with the Son
by John Flavel 10/10

Father: My son, here is a company of poor miserable souls, that have utterly undone themselves, and now lie open to my justice! Justice demands satisfaction for them, or will satisfy itself in the eternal ruin of them: What shall be done for these souls?

Son: O my Father, such is my love to, and pity for them, that rather than they shall perish eternally, I will be responsible for them as their Surety; bring in all thy bills, that I may see what they owe thee; Lord, bring them all in, that there may be no after-reckonings with them; at my hand shalt thou require it. I will rather choose to suffer thy wrath than they should suffer it: upon me, my Father, upon me be all their debt.

Father: But, my Son, if thou undertake for them, thou must reckon to pay the last mite, expect no abatements; if I spare them, I will not spare thee.

Son: Content, Father, let it be so; charge it all upon me, I am able to discharge it: and though it prove a kind of undoing to me, though it impoverish all my riches, empty all my treasures, (for so indeed it did, 2 Cor. 8: 9. “Though he was rich, yet for our sakes he became poor”) yet I am content to undertake it.

Flavel: Blush, ungrateful believers, O let shame cover your faces; judge in yourselves now, has Christ deserved that you should stand with him for trifles, that you should shrink at a few petty difficulties, and complain, this is hard, and that is harsh? O if you knew the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ in this his wonderful condescension for you, you could not do it.

THE DESIRE OF AGES — CHAPTER 87 (EXCERPT) 10/10😭🥹

Jesus’ Ascension and Welcome Into Heaven
(Public-domain text)
“All heaven was waiting to welcome the Saviour to the celestial courts. As He ascended, He led the way, and the multitude of captives set free at His resurrection followed.
The heavenly host, with shouts and acclamations of praise and celestial song, attended the joyous train.
As they drew near to the city of God, the challenge is given by the escorting angels:
‘Lift up your heads, O ye gates;
and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors;
and the King of glory shall come in.’
Joyfully the waiting angels respond:
‘Who is this King of glory?’
This they say, not because they know not who He is,
but because they would hear the answer of exalted praise:
‘The Lord strong and mighty,
The Lord mighty in battle.
Lift up your heads, O ye gates;
Even lift them up, ye everlasting doors;
And the King of glory shall come in.
Who is this King of glory?
The Lord of hosts, He is the King of glory.’
Then the portals of the city of God are opened wide,
and the angelic throng sweep through the gates amid a burst of rapturous music.
There is the throne, and around it the rainbow of promise.
There are the cherubim and seraphim.
The commanders of the angel hosts,
the sons of God, the representatives of the unfallen worlds,
are assembled.
The heavenly council, before which Lucifer had accused God and His Son,
the representatives of those sinless realms over which Satan had thought to establish his dominion—
all are there to welcome the Redeemer.
They are eager to celebrate His triumph and to glorify their King.
But He waves them back.
Not yet;
He cannot receive the coronet of glory and the royal robe.
He enters into the presence of His Father.
He points to His wounded head, the pierced side, the marred feet;
He lifts His hands, bearing the print of nails.
He presents to God the wave sheaf, those raised with Him as representatives of that great multitude who shall come forth from the grave at His second coming.
He approaches the Father,
with whom there is joy over one sinner that repents;
who rejoices over one with singing.
Before the foundations of the earth were laid,
the Father and the Son had united in a covenant
to redeem man if he should be overcome by Satan.
They had clasped Their hands in a solemn pledge
that Christ should become the surety for the human race.
This pledge Christ has fulfilled.
When upon the cross He cried out, ‘It is finished,’
He addressed the Father.
The compact had been fully carried out.
Now He declares:
‘Father, it is finished.
I have done Thy will, O My God.
I have completed the work of redemption.
If Thy justice is satisfied,
‘I will that they also, whom Thou hast given Me,
be with Me where I am.’”
The voice of God is heard proclaiming
that justice is satisfied.
Satan is vanquished.
Christ’s toiling, struggling ones on earth
are ‘accepted in the Beloved.’
The Father’s arms encircle His Son,
and the word is given:
‘Let all the angels of God worship Him.’
With joy unutterable, rulers and principalities and powers
acknowledge the supremacy of the Prince of life.
The angel host prostrate themselves before Him
while the glad shout fills all the courts of heaven:
‘Worthy is the Lamb that was slain
to receive power, and riches, and wisdom,
and strength, and honor, and glory, and blessing.’”

The Powerful Reality

The powerful reality grips me, Lord

That when I kneel in your presence

To ask Your forgiveness

I am utterly stripped of facade.

You accept no big-name references

No high-caliber recommendations.

Extenuating circumstances

Crumble to the dust

In Your court of appeal . . .

I am forgiven never

Because of inherited tendencies

Or emotional discomfort

Or nagging weakness . . .

I can never pleade

Corrupt environment

Or life’s strange twisting

Or my own unbelievable stupidity . . .

Ultimately I have one solitary defense.

Only one—

But always one:

Forgive me, God

For Jesus’ sake.

Like a song unending

The words keep singing . . .

I am totally forgiven

I am constantly cleansed

Just for Jesus’ sake.

by Ruth Calkin

Lord, Take My Heart

### Lord, take my heart, for I cannot give it.
It is Thy property.
Keep it pure, for I cannot keep it for Thee.
Save me in spite of myself, my weak unchristlike self.
Mold me, fashion me, raise me into a pure and holy atmosphere,
Where the rich current of Thy love can flow through my soul.
Raise me Lord!

– Christ’s Object Lessons, p. 159