The Voice of Jesus

THE VOICE OF JESUS

by Mary Hastings (c) Fms Poetry

 

I can feel the voice of Jesus,

Saying " Be still and know I am here;"

I know what you are going through,

And remember that I am near.

 

I know you do not understand,

But in time I will reveal,

All these things that do not make sense,

Are yet a part of My great will.

 

There is something that I am showing you,

And some day you will see;

The struggles that you are experiencing now,

Will draw you closer in your walk with me.

 

It is in this time of suffering,

That you’re gaining more wisdom and faith;

And I have so much more in store for you,

But right now be patient and wait.

 

You need some time to learn and grow,

As I guide you through each day;

And though it seems you are all alone,

I am holding you all the way.

 

In your time of weakness and your pain,

Your strength I will make strong;

I will show you life in a whole new way,

Leading you to the place that you belong.

 

Although right now it seems unfair,

Be aware on what sights are set;

Because I have a job just for you,

And I’m not finished yet.

 

You are so very blessed if you look around,

And I love you oh, so much;

I have not turned you away,

I want you to feel my touch.

 

Please don’t get angry and never give up,

Let your faith in Me bring hope;

And when you feel like you are slipping away,

Hold strong to my Hand as your mighty rope.

 

All things work for good if You’re trusting in me,

So you always have to believe;

It may not look so good to you now,

But there are many blessings you are going to receive.

 

If I can create the Heavens and Earth,

Then know I can take care of you;

So you need not worry about anything,

Just wait and watch what I can do.

 

Come to me daily in conversation and prayer,

Stay focused on My word;

And I will guide you each step of the way,

As My revelations to you are made heard.

 

Rest assured that you will overcome,

This trial will one day be past;

But the lessons learned and the gifts that are gained,

Forever they will last.

 

Live each day with glory and praise,

Be an example that others might see;

And when they ask where you find your peace,

You can then tell them all about ME!

How Long?

How Long?

My God, it is not fretfulness 

That makes me say "How long?" 

It is not heaviness of heart 

That hinders me in song, 

'Tis not despair of truth and right, 

Nor coward dread of wrong.

But how can I, with such a hope 

Of glory and of home; 

With such a joy before my eyes, 

Not wish the time were come 

Of years the jubilee, of days 

The Sabbath and the sum?

This life, how long it seems! 

And how can I in evil days, 

'Mid unknown hills and streams 

But sigh for those of home and heart 

And visit them in dreams?

Be calm, my troubled breast; 

Each restless hour is hastening on 

The everlasting rest. 

Thou knowest that the time thy God 

Appoints for thee is best.

Awake the cry, "How long?" 

Let now faintheartedness of soul 

Damp thy aspiring song, 

Right comes, truth dawns, the night departs 

Of error and of wrong.

These years, what ages they have been! 

Yet peace, my heart and hush my tongue; 

Let faith, not fear nor fretfulness, 

                          —Horatius Bonar

These are my days...

(c) Chronic Faith

My Days © ChronicFaith

It hurts to sit

It hurts to breathe

I can barely move

I can barely see

Can’t look outside

Can’t run or hide

Can’t wake up in the morning

Or sleep at night.

Can’t feel my fingers

Can’t feel my toes

Yet the pain that never ends

I have in crores and crores

Can’t do my job

Can’t study or read

Even my Bible looks like

It’s in Aramaic and Greek.

This is my life

These are my days

Can’t wait until tomorrow

Can’t wait till today ends.