Friday, 31 August 2012
Thursday, 30 August 2012
Hear the voice of my beloved..
Hear the voice of my beloved
Gently call at close of day
Come my love, come and meet me
Rise oh rise and come away.
Winter’s dark will soon be over
And the rain is nearly done
Flowers bloom and trees are budding
Time for singing has begun.
I have waited through the shadow
For my Lord to call for me.
Now the morning breaks eternal
In its sight His face I see
Now the morning breaks eternal
And at last His face I see.
When you see the fields re-budding
You will know the summer’s near
And when you hear the words I’ve spoken
You will know my coming’s near
So keep on listening my beloved
For my coming’s very near.
Gently call at close of day
Come my love, come and meet me
Rise oh rise and come away.
Winter’s dark will soon be over
And the rain is nearly done
Flowers bloom and trees are budding
Time for singing has begun.
I have waited through the shadow
For my Lord to call for me.
Now the morning breaks eternal
In its sight His face I see
Now the morning breaks eternal
And at last His face I see.
When you see the fields re-budding
You will know the summer’s near
And when you hear the words I’ve spoken
You will know my coming’s near
So keep on listening my beloved
For my coming’s very near.
If That Isn't Love..
He left the splendor of heaven,
Knowing His destiny
Twas the lonely hill of Golgotha,
There to lay down His life for me.
If that isn't love
The ocean is dry,
There’re no stars in the sky,
And the sparrow can't fly;
If that isn't love
Then heaven's a myth,
There's no feeling like this
If that isn't love.
Even in death He remembered
The thief hanging by His side;
Then he spoke of love and compassion
Then He took him to paradise.
If that isn't love
The ocean is dry,
There’re no stars in the sky,
And the sparrow can't fly;
If that isn't love
Then heaven's a myth,
There's no feeling like this
If that isn't love.
Knowing His destiny
Twas the lonely hill of Golgotha,
There to lay down His life for me.
If that isn't love
The ocean is dry,
There’re no stars in the sky,
And the sparrow can't fly;
If that isn't love
Then heaven's a myth,
There's no feeling like this
If that isn't love.
Even in death He remembered
The thief hanging by His side;
Then he spoke of love and compassion
Then He took him to paradise.
If that isn't love
The ocean is dry,
There’re no stars in the sky,
And the sparrow can't fly;
If that isn't love
Then heaven's a myth,
There's no feeling like this
If that isn't love.
Another Soldier Down
Just Read The Words And See Why It Moves Me..
Written by Dee Gaskin
We're in a mighty conflict here
The army of the Lord
We must join forces standing tall
And lean upon His word
The enemy is now in view
And bravely circles round
Then comes a cry from the battlefield
Another soldier down
Go then with haste, stand by his side
And lend your strength once more
Oh bear him up with faith and prayer until the battle's o'er
The fight before the victory, the cross before the crown
Be ever watchful ere the cry, another soldier down
We've set our minds on victory, advancing day by day
With God our hope, our strategy, our fortress on the way
And at the end there is a rest, an everlasting crown
All end of fear no more we'll hear, another soldier down
Boy, that song really moves me.
We're in a mighty conflict here
The army of the Lord
We must join forces standing tall
And lean upon His word
The enemy is now in view
And bravely circles round
Then comes a cry from the battlefield
Another soldier down
Go then with haste, stand by his side
And lend your strength once more
Oh bear him up with faith and prayer until the battle's o'er
The fight before the victory, the cross before the crown
Be ever watchful ere the cry, another soldier down
We've set our minds on victory, advancing day by day
With God our hope, our strategy, our fortress on the way
And at the end there is a rest, an everlasting crown
All end of fear no more we'll hear, another soldier down
Boy, that song really moves me.
Another Soldier Down..
When the valley is deep, When the mountain is steep, When the body
is weary, When we stumble and fall, When the choices are hard, When
we're battered and scarred, When we've spent our resources, When we've
given our all.......In Jesus Name, we Press On.......Dear Lord, with the
prize clear before our eyes, We find the strength to Press On.
~Written
by Dan Burgess~
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
Flee while there’s time to flee and come into Christ..
That’s solemn warning. We don’t know what time. And you don’t know what time that this city one day is going to be laying out here in the bottom of this ocean.
“O, Capernaum,” said Jesus, “thou who exalted into heaven will be brought down into hell, for if the mighty works had been done in Sodom and Gomorrah, it’d have been standing till this day.” And Sodom and Gomorrah lays at the bottom of the Dead Sea, and Capernaum’s in the bottom of the sea.
Thou city, who claims to be the city of the Angels, who’s exalted yourself into heaven and sent all the dirty filthy things of fashions and things, till even the foreign countries come here to pick up our filth and send it away, with your fine churches and steeples, and so forth the way you do; remember, one day you’ll be laying in the bottom of this sea. You’re great honeycomb under you right now. The wrath of God is belching right beneath you. How much longer He’ll hold this sandbar hanging over that, when that ocean out yonder a mile deep will slide in there plumb back to the Salton Sea. It’ll be worse than the last day of Pompeii. Repent, Los Angeles. Repent the rest of you and turn to God. The hour of His wrath is upon the earth. Flee while there’s time to flee and come into Christ.”
This Message by Brother William Marrion Branham called The Choosing Of A Bride was delivered on Thursday evening, 29th April 1965 at the Biltmore Hotel in Los Angeles, California, U.S.A.
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