Wonderful Peace, lyrics by Warren D. Cornell

Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight
Rolls a melody sweeter than psalm;
In celestial strains it unceasingly falls
O’er my soul like an infinite calm.
Peace, peace, wonderful peace,
Coming down from the Father above!
Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray
In fathomless billows of love!
What a treasure I have in this wonderful peace,
Buried deep in the heart of my soul,
So secure that no power can mine it away,
While the years of eternity roll!
Peace, peace, wonderful peace,
Coming down from the Father above!
Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray.
In fathomless billows of love!
I am resting tonight in this wonderful peace,
Resting sweetly in Jesus’ control;
For I’m kept from all danger by night and by day,
And His glory is flooding my soul!
Peace, peace, wonderful peace,
Coming down from the Father above!
Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray
In fathomless billows of love!
And I think when I rise to that city of peace,
Where the Anchor of peace I shall see,
That one strain of the song which the ransomed will sing
In that heavenly kingdom will be:
Peace, peace, wonderful peace,
Coming down from the Father above!
Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray
In fathomless billows of love!
Ah, soul! are you here without comfort and rest,
Marching down the rough pathway of time?
Make Jesus your Friend ere the shadows grow dark;
O accept of this peace so sublime!

Chosen By God 3

I grew up on Lake Huron in Michigan. The spillway ran behind our house. An approximately 10' wide x 12' deep channel off the lake that carried excess water inland to keep our homes from flooding . My older brothers put a big plank across it so they could get to their friends houses on the other side. I was four, and decided I would follow my brothers. By the time I got to what we called the “County Ditch”, my brothers were out of sight. The plank was about 2-3' below ground level and about 2 feet above the water, the ground was muddy, and I had on sandals. I slid down the slime to just above the plank. I screamed at the top of my lungs, but no one heard me. I struggled to climb back up for what seemed an eternity, grabbing at tree roots, and making little progress until I got my foot on a big tree root that allowed me to put my arms on the ground at the top and pull myself up. I can imagine what my mother saw when my screams brought her running out of the house. Seeing me covered with muck & slime she ran for the hose, and adding shame to my distress, hosed me off in front of all the neighbors that came running to see what was going on. (I was known for being very loud!) The third miracle in my life.

T.D. Jakes

If you are in a fight, keep on reaping while you fight; fight with one hand and reap with the other. You have a certain season to reap, and the reason you have warfare is that the devil is trying to distract you and make you miss your season. Do not back off, give up or give in. Determine to stand firm, slap him with one hand while you pluck the fruit of your harvest with the other. It is your time and season!

Bishop T. D. Jakes

We have many people who modeled how to get started, but few live long enough to show us how to finish. The Bible says that it is not good for man to be alone. We need someone to show us how to get through the different ages and stages of life; someone who’s been there to coach us through the process and say, “Keep going, don’t give up now.”

Dear heavenly Father, You know how much I long to know who I truly am. Please allow me a deep awareness of what it means for me to be Your child. Give me the confidence of Your promises and the ability to love myself as You love me. Amen.

Journey To A Heart Like His - Nancy Leigh DeMoss

(Excerpt) Many of us long to experience a greater sense of God's presence and power in our lives. Our hearts need to be revived. We will never meet God in revival until we first meet Him in brokenness.

"To be broken is the beginning of revival. It is painful, it is humiliating, but it is the only way." Roy Hession.

Brokenness is not a feeling or an emotion. Rather, it requires a choice, an act of the will.

Brokenness is the shattering of my will. It is saying, "Yes Lord!" No resistance, no chafing, no stubbornness.

Brokenness is the striping of self-reliance and independence from God.

Believers with broken, contrite hearts are receptive and responsive to the Word.

Broken people are self-denying and self-sacrificing.

Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think of anything as being from ourselves, but our sufficiency is from God. 2 Corinthians 3:5 NKJV