For thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy work:… I shall be anointed with fresh oil. — Psalms 92:4, 10 In the quiet of morning I kneel my thoughts Before Love divine To hear God’s voice, To receive God’s Word; In this precious communion I can feel God’s closeness, His tender comfort, I grasp fresh glimpses Of His truth; I bow my head In humility And thank Him for This spiritual nourishment, The oil of inspiration.
Dear weekly Lesson-Sermon, You’re a vehicle for Soul To speak our Pastor’s message; This is your sacred role. Your message in each Sermon Brings our Pastor ever near, The Word of God around the globe, Eliminating fear.
If Love is God, whose grace cannot be thwarted, then Love prevails, and you and I endure. Like oil and meal multiplied, and Cana’s water turned to wine, the good at hand, our very substance, springs afresh and ever new.
Matthew 5:43–45, 48 You may have heard men say Love your neighbor; hate your enemy. Our Master knew a kinder way: Love your enemies, include them Each time you pause to pray, So you may prove yourself a daughter or son Of your Father, the heavenly One.
Reach out to God Right where you are And as you are He is right there With you Loving you completely, Unconditionally, Seeing you as His perfect, Precious child. Reach within For the higher, truer thoughts Of your identity, They lift you above The clamor of matter’s lies And help you realize Your spiritual being.
In stillness of prayer There’s a fire within Lighting the way Over discord and sin Its oil of pure gladness Rejoices the heart On heaven-bound journey Where grace has its start There lessons await Love’s claiming its own In nearness and dearness Its children are known As chaff from the wheat Love does refine Calling all in its kingdom Thou art mine Thou art mine —G. Gershala Goldsmith.
Not in the earthquake or the flame, The wracking wind, or violence, came The voice of Truth—omnipotence. But in the stillness and the calm, Omniscient quietude—the balm Of Love’s supernal evidence.
in the midst of your Sahara parched with fear, or weary with looking for some oasis— some relief from your distress a lake before your feet awaits your own discovery shimmering with grace deep within, healing waters flow from the fount of Soul kneeling, you feel a trickle first then in your yielding, a stream cleansing you, refreshing you, buoying you above the mortal view a river quenching all your thirst so you find yourself and others totally engulfed, immersed in Love I have felt it gush upon my brother and I was healed by God’s Niagara love. —Nancy Humphrey Case.
To wait on God Is not to fret alone through mortal time, Or suffer silently Within a lingering limbo. But turning thought to God The ever-present Mind Reveals we cannot stray before or fall behind, But keep at perfect point Of heavenly leading.
See Luke, chapter 15 it wasn’t until I found myself begging for the privilege of feeding pigs and saw that they were a sight far more precious than I in the eyes of their citizen that I could see how far I had fallen in my own eyes: desperate for husks discarded by pigs all my pearls squandered my heart a famished wasteland suddenly riches seemed so simple: all I wanted was bread a bed a place to serve and I could see that what my Father had really given to me couldn’t be wasted hadn’t run out but lay hidden a well-spring within me the journey home felt light there was no need to rush the rubble had been cleared the way made plain the look in His eyes confirmed what I had already gleaned arms wide open air pulsating with song: no end child no end to this love —Joni Overton-Jung.