PROMISED STRENGTH One day when my burden seemed greater Than my body and spirit could bear, Weighed down by the load, I faltered Beneath my sorrow and care; And I cried to the heedless silence As I walked where I could not see: "Where is the strength that is prom ised? Where is the strength for me?" And suddenly out of the stillness, A voice came clear and true: "My child, you are striving to carry A burden not meant for you, And the thought of the years out stretching Before you has darkened the way, While the only strength I have prom ised Is the sure strength day by day." I took one step— and I found it Quite easy, indeed to take. And the burden slid from my shoul ders And my heart that was ready to break Gave thanks that my eyes were opened And my shoulders were eased of their load. As I saw, step by step I was strengthened To walk on the roughest road! — Grace Noll Crowell It is Thy hand, my God! My sorrow comes from Thee! I bow beneath Thy chast'ning rod 'Tis love that bruises me! I would not murmur Lord; Before Thee I am dumb! Lest I should breathe one murm'ring word, To Thee for help I come. My God, Thy name is love, A Father's hand is Thine: With tearful eyes I look above. And cry, "Thy will be mine!" THE UNSEEN GOD
Jesus for me hath died, Thy Son Thou didst not spare: His pierced hands, His bleeding side, Thy love for me declare! Here my poor heart can rest; My God, it cleaves to Thee: Thy will is love, Thine end is blest, All works for good to me! — J . G. Deck GOD'S HALL OF FAME (Luke 10:20) Your name may not appear down here In this world's Hall of Fame; In fact, you may be so unknown, That no one knows your name. The rewards here may pass you by, And neon lights of blue; But if you love and serve the Lord, Then, I have news for you! This hall of fame is only good As long as time shall be; But keep in mind, God's Hail of Fame Is for Eternity! To have your name inscribed up there Is greater, yes, by far. Than all the halls of fame down here, And every man-made star. This crowd on earth they soon forget The heroes of the past. They cheer like mad until you fall, And that's how long you last! But God, He never does forget, And in His Hall of Fame, By just believing in His Son, Inscribed you'll find your name. I tell you, friend, I wouldn't trade My name, however small, That's written there beyond the stars In that celestial Hall. For every famous name on earth Or glory that they share: I'd rather be unknown here, And have my name up there!
— Walt Huntley
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