In Jesus I Abide
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls me, it's all right
Because in Jesus I abide.
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls me, it's all right
Because in Jesus I abide.
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Rest, my soul, in God's love
as you live every day.
Relax in His faithfulness
as you go along your way.
Beautiful. If we would only do this, problems solved. Reading this will set one at peace.
Looking in the Eyes of Christ, see His love for us inside.
See the beauty of our lives, in the Eyes of Christ.
In times of doubts and fears, when the world brings us to tears,
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God's love sets me free.
This is my victory song.
His grace is sufficient for me.
It is what keeps me strong.
Just between you and me, Lord, I'd like to say
It's not always easy to follow Your way.
I understand what you mean by the Golden Rule--
To create a good life, there is no better tool.
Such an inspirational write...If everyone on earth followed the Light, we'd then set all the wrongs to right. Imagine if every heart was filled with love and peace. What a wonderful place the...
Sometimes I feel lost in a maze of emotions,
where every direction feels like a dead-end street.
I feel so alone in my search for an answer
that I start to blame God for not meeting my needs.
This poem is the same as my feelings. Almost every day I ask myself why I must face all these trials. I have been tired of life, but I realize God has a plan for me and for everybody. I have...
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"Let go," He says. "Let go."
But my heart is stubborn, so I do not let go.
"What if it hurts?" I say.
"I know it will hurt," He says.
To me, this poem seems to be a symbolic one. “I” is ego and “He” is the Almighty. He advises again and again to let ego go. But “I” doesn't want to move further even to the extent of 1mm....
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
Confident and relaxed,
If we all followed the beautiful simple sentiment of the poem we wouldn't have half the troubles we have.
There's a girl crying alone in her room,
Wishing she could disappear from this cursed earth.
Dragging a razor blade across her scarred wrist,
She fails to see how much she is worth.
I am a 11-year-old girl on my grandma's computer. I was touched by this poem because it is at my school we have a few of problems that my principal refuses to solve such as teasing, bullying,...
We are never finished products,
No matter how long we live.
There's always something we can add,
Like learning to forgive.