New month!

How Thou didst commend Thy love
When Thou didst whisper in my ears
“I am thine and thou art Mine.”
Kind were those accents
When Thou saidst,
“The Father Himself loveth you.”
And sweet the moments, passing sweet
When Thou declaredst to me
The love of the Spirit.
Never shall my soul forget
Those chambers of fellowship
Where Thou has unveiled Thyself to me.
SO I PRAY TODAY:
Precious Lord Jesus,
Give me a fresh draught
Of Thy wondrous love
To begin this month with.
And let Thy love be shed abroad
In every heart that’s willing to receive.
Excepted from:

http://www.backtothebible.org/devotions/jesus-love

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CHANGED – A poem

I heard her soliloquies very clearly though softly spoken

The cool breeze of the cold night

Gently carried them to my sweet sharp listening ears,

But alas, they were words from a heavy heart:

“Why am I noticed by no one?

Why only one in a thousand appreciates me?

Why will none smile at me?

My countless smiles are treated with disdain.

Unlike the millions of them I meet each passing second,

Not even an ant takes a peek at my beautiful veiled form.

Perhaps they are of noble birth while I issued from a boil?

Perhaps the boil that left a big scar on mum’s right thigh?”

But then she observed more closely

And realized they gave out some personal valuables

To merit the admirations and all their seemingly sublime societal status

So like them her portion she began to give

And how renown she became just by the break of dawn

In publicizing her “privacies”

Heralding them in micromillimetre-size mini-apron attires

That set hearts of men ablaze like cast magical spells

Affections soon flowed like never drying springs

Oh what immeasurable joy engulfed her soul,

What sense of accomplishment and acceptance she felt

But little did she know that they were fleeting and frail

Oh dear daughter of Eve,

What comfort and assurance seeketh thou that He cannot offer

Is it not enough that perfect is His Grace that sealed you?

And free and changeless His favour to you?

Is it not assuring enough that thou art wonderfully and fearfully made?

Findeth thou no honour in thy body being His Holy Temple?

No security in having a helmet of salvation and a breastplate of righteousness?

Oh blessed daughter of Eve,

Look to the ancient path and forsake the fleeting fantasies of the world.