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By divine grace it’s our honour to worship at The Cross: we know how God saved thru His Son, with our gain Satan’s loss. No longer can the devil count as his our mind and soul: whenever he appears to us, it’s in a beggar’s…

January snaps, bites and stings. Gloomy February burdens the soul in pain. Praise God! He sends March winds to bend the trees and sweep the earth, and clear the way for April’s springtime rain. May’s sweet breath heralds summer warmth. Gentle June fits easy into…

Carefully I’d preserve my ‘self’ to protect it from life’s pain; I’d shelter it and shield it some from all unpleasant strain. Yet, clearly shown by our dear LORD, Whose Self was sacrificed for all (not Israel alone); self’s ‘death’ is highly priced. Still, I’d…

I am sheltered in His shadow, rescued from raging storm; my haven and seclusion where I transcend human life: reborn. I am sheltered in His shadow, watched over tenderly; He asks nothing for Himself, yet, all that God has, He gives freely. I am sheltered…

In the vastness of blue skies wildly billows the air; through a roof that is missing, we focus our ‘prayer’ on dark menacing clouds. Yet, we can’t help but stare as silver linings - earthbound, find their home in our hair. Blessed are the women…

Somewhere deep inside me I know what I must do. Somewhere deep inside me I would do it too. Yet, deeper…deepest, I am brokenhearted; worn out and oh so weary: every step I take, weighted; every thought I think, dreary. God’s touch I barely feel.

As do songbirds, children come to us for just awhile and we thrill to hear each sweet song; as do rosebuds, little ones need time and more to blossom beautiful and strong. This is why we fear the dark and dreadful days, when our songbirds…

Step by step, by glorious step, my forward going is Thine: no matter where the road shall lead, no matter when the time; glorious step by glorious step, on feet no longer mine. Step by step, by glorious step, a pilgrim’s pathway to Thee: when…

Did my Creator plant in me an inherent sacred longing? Have I, unaware, spurned God’s love; chosen things of Satan’s spawning? Is this powerful urge divine? Could it guide me to my Saviour? Indulging ‘flesh’, have I transgressed, seeking worldly things to savour? Wrong choices…

Wrapping all our presents for family and friends; a symbol of Christ’s royal birth: God’s love this message sends. Grace said at the table; special at Christmas time; a symbol of Christ’s worth to us: heads bowed a thankful sign. Lovely wreath of holly; sharp…