My Earnest Prayer

"Spirit of the Living God, fall fresh on me.

Spirit of the Living God, fall fresh on me.

Melt me; mold me; fill me; use me.

Spirit of the Living God, fall fresh on me"

Dear Lord

Thank you for life.

Thank you for allowing me the joy of experiencing your mercy and grace.

Thank you for giving me the best in life.

Thank you for my family.

Thank you for Becky, the love of my life.

Thank you for Fred, Isaac, and Annie, my beautiful children.

Thank you for Charif, Katie and David, their life partners.

Thank you for the most wonderful grand children, Penny, Daniel, Jonathan, Sofia, and Emily.

Thank you Lord for giving the privilege of working in your harvest field.

Thank you Lord for molding me the way you have and using me the way you have desired

Thank you for all those special people you have given to me to minister and help me to be the man you want me to be.

Truly Lord, You are the potter, I am the clay.

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A BROKEN HEART

The doctor's say my heart is broken and it needs repair.
Why then do I respond in peace and not in deep despair?

As I reflect upon my life and go back to the start
I'm reminded that God created me and that He owns my heart.

As a little boy in Sunday School I remember oh so well
I gave my heart to Jesus and escaped a place called Hell.

I believed the Word of God as it was clearly spoken
Deep in my mind I realize my heart cannot be broken.

My heart may fail in this earthly tent I could even die today.
My hope is greater than my fears for God will lead the way

Praise God for His great promises. Praise God I'm not alone.
He'll walk with me in valleys deep and gently lead me home.

SHELTERED IN GOD'S MIGHTY ARMS

SHELTERED IN THE ARMS OF GOD

I FEEL THE TOUCH OF HANDS SO KIND AND TENDER

THEY’RE LEADING ME IN THE PATHS THAT I MUST TROD

I’LL HAVE NO FEAR FOR JESUS WALKS BESIDE ME

FOR I’M SHELTERED IN THE ARMS OF GOD

SO LET THE STORM CLOUDS RAGE HIGH

THE DARK CLOUDS RISE

THEY DON’T BOTHER ME

FOR I’M SHELTERED IN THE ARMS OF GOD

HE WALKS WITH ME

AND NAUGHT OF EARTH SHALL HARM ME

FOR I’M SHELTERED IN THE ARMS OF GOD

SOON I SHALL HEAR THE CALL FROM HEAVEN’S PORTALS

COME HOME MY CHILD

IT’S THE LAST MILE YOU MUST TROD

I’LL FALL ASLEEP

AND WAKE IN GOD’S SWEET HEAVEN

FOR I’M SHELTERED IN THE ARMS OF GOD