TO GLORIFY JESUS CHRIST WITH LOVE AND MERCY FOR ALL
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
BEFORE THE ATTACK
This is a before picture, of course the way I would like to be remembered.
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Rotina, I am praying for you that our Lord's Will be done. We are all brothers and sisters in Christ! My friend and your brother-in law, Jerry is a great witness to all who know him. ESCLJ Ron
Rotina, I pray God holds you in the palm of His hand. Gordon & Melissa Lenoir City, TN
THE WEAVER My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me, I cannot choose the colors He works steadily. Often times he weaves sorrow, And I in foolish pride Forget He sees the upper And I, the underside. Not till the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why. The dark threads are as needful In the Weaver's skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned.
I am a co-worker of Jerry, and hope you don't mind me emailing you.
I prayed that same night and continue to lift you in prayer. I don't have a poem to recite nor a specific quote. Furthermore, I have a friend named Jesus, he walks and talks with me when I am hurting and when I am sad.
I asked my friend Jesus to speak with his father, God, about your condition.
Rotina, hold on to God unchanging hand, for we know he will take care of us at all times, our faith is bigger than our fears. Let us praise and worship him with thanksgivigs.
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Rotina,
I am praying for you that our Lord's Will be done. We are all brothers and sisters in Christ! My friend and your brother-in law, Jerry is a great witness to all who know him.
ESCLJ
Ron
Rotina,
I pray God holds you in the palm of His hand.
Gordon & Melissa
Lenoir City, TN
THE WEAVER
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He works steadily.
Often times he weaves sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I, the underside.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
HE MAKETH NO MISTAKE
My Father's way may twist and turn,
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I'm glad I know,
He maketh no mistake.
My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
Still I'll trust my Lord to lead
For He doth know the way.
Tho' night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break;
I'll pin my faith, my all in Him,
He maketh no mistake.
There's so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight's far too dim;
But come what may, I'll simply trust
And leave it all to Him.
For by and by the mist will lift
And plain it all He'll make.
Thru all the way, tho' dark to me,
He made not one mistake.
A.M. Overton
Rotina,
I am a co-worker of Jerry, and hope you don't mind me emailing you.
I prayed that same night and continue to lift you in prayer. I don't have a poem to recite nor a specific quote. Furthermore, I have a friend named Jesus, he walks and talks with me when I am hurting and when I am sad.
I asked my friend Jesus to speak with his father, God, about your condition.
Rotina, hold on to God unchanging hand, for we know he will take care of us at all times, our faith is bigger than our fears. Let us praise and worship him with thanksgivigs.
God bless and strengthen you!
karen
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