Poetry Saturday—Undying Love

November 12, 2022 — Craig T. Owens

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God hath not promised skies always blue,
   Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
   Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
God hath not promised we shall not know
   Toil and temptation, trouble and woe;
He hath not told us we shall not bear
   Man a burden, many a care.
But God hath promised strength for the day,
   Rest for the laborer, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
   Unfailing sympathy, undying love. —Annie Johnson Flint


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Poetry Saturday—Grace Great Enough

April 1, 2017 — Craig T. Owens 








God’s grace is great enough to meet the great things—


The crashing waves that overwhelm the soul,


The roaring winds that leave us stunned and breathless,


The sudden storms beyond our life’s control.


His grace is great enough to meet the small things—


The little pinprick troubles that annoy,


The insect worries, buzzing and persistent,


The squeaking wheels that grate upon our joy. —Annie Johnson Flint










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Poetry Saturday—More Grace

August 20, 2016 — Craig T. Owens 








Annie Johnson FlintHe giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;
To added affliction He addeth His mercies,
To multiplied trials His multiplied peace.




When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.




His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth and giveth and giveth again. —Annie Johnson Flint










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Poetry Saturday—Pressed

July 30, 2016 — Craig T. Owens 








Annie Johnson FlintPressed beyond measure ; yes, pressed to great length.


Pressed so intensely, beyond my own strength;


Pressed in the body and pressed in the soul,


Pressed in the mind till the dark surges roll.


Pressure from foes, and pressures from dear friends.


Pressure on pressure, till life nearly ends.




Pressed into knowing no helper but God;


Pressed into loving His staff and His rod.


Pressed into liberty where nothing clings;


Pressed into faith for impossible things.


Pressed into living my life for the Lord,


Pressed into living a Christ-life outpoured. —Annie Johnson Flint








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Poetry Saturday—Red Sea Place

July 16, 2016 — Craig T. Owens 






 


Annie Johnson FlintHave you come to the Red Sea place in your life,


Where, in spite of all you can do,


There is no way out, there is no way back,


There is no other way but through?


Then wait on the Lord, with a trust serene,


Till the night of your fear is gone;


He will send the winds, He will heap the floods,


When He says to your soul, “Go.”




And His Hand shall lead you through, clear through,


Ere the watery walls roll down;


No wave can touch you, no foe can smite,


No mightiest sea can drown.


The tossing billows may rear their crests,


Their foam at your feet may break,


But over their bed you shall walk dry-shod


In the path that your Lord shall make.




In the morning watch, ‘neath the lifted cloud,


You shall see but the Lord alone,


When He leads you forth from the place of the sea,


And your fears shall pass as your foes have passed,


You shall no more be afraid;


You shall sing His praise in a better place,


In a place that His Hand hath made. —Annie Johnson Flint








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Poetry Saturday—Through

March 12, 2016 — Craig T. Owens 




Annie Johnson Flint“When you pass through the waters”


   Deep the waves may be and cold,


But Jehovah is our refuge,


   And His promise is our hold;


For the Lord Himself has said it,


   He, the faithful God and true:


“When you come to the waters


   You will not go down, but it THROUGH.”




Seas of sorrows, Seas of trial,


   Bitter anguish, fiercest pain,


Rolling surges of temptation


   Sweeping over heart and brain—


They will never overflow us


   For we know His Word is true;


All His waves and all His billows


   He will lead us safely THROUGH.




Threatening breakers of destruction,


   Doubt’s insidious undertow,


Will not sink us, will not drag us


   Out to ocean depths of woe;


For His promise will sustain us,


   Praise the Lord, whose Word is true!


We will not go down, or under,


   For He says, “You will pass THROUGH.” —Annie Johnson Flint






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