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SPIRITUAL WRITINGS 1
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(A Vision of Heaven)
One day I dreamt I flew away to a far and distant land
I knew my spirit was being led by God’s unchanging hand
I knew this must be heaven for the scenery was so grand
I was so happy as I clung so tightly to my Fathers hand
I saw flowers so beautiful growing in this pleasant land
I reached down to touch them as the dew of heaven rested on my hand
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A dew as sweet as honey and pure as could be
Rained down from Gods flowers a refreshing on me
As far as I could see there was beauty everywhere
The mountains were so beautiful and the snow-caps were there
below flowed a river so holy, and pure, I could no longer question for I knew that I was there
I asked my Father could I stay here awhile and wade in this water as the dew of heaven, fell softly on my hair
I am so tired and from this place I never want to go
He said no my daughter back to earth you must go
How my heart was saddened as we walked on in His glow
You must go back to let others know you see
They will be lost forever if they never believe in me
You have the keys to the kingdom I have placed them in your hand
Go and preach my Gospel to my children in the land
I’m not asking you to do something impossible can’t you see
It begins with one and then another as you teach them to put their trust in me
I’ll speak of Calvary’s power through your voice filled with praise.
How from death and the grave I was raised.
As you tell the story how I died to set men free it will come forth in grace and glory, and power man will marvel at how this can be
Of how God raised up a precious housewife without fame or glory
A pure and simple tool to tell His Gospel story
All of those who come to listen and all who come to see
Will meet the Christ of Glory and I will set them free
O’ my Jesus I really don’t want to go back,to a world of pain and cold.
I would much rather walk with You on these streets of gold
Yet I know I must Lord for the Gospel story must be told
Do not worry daughter I will pour out My Spirit upon your weary soul
and fill your heart with joy I will heal your body and I will make you whole
There are those far away the Gospel they need to hear
And all of those around you so my child do not fear
I don’t want to let you go love I too want you to stay
The time is quickly growing short the night is almost here
So you must get busy and the faces of man not fear
I must anoint you now and kiss you goodbye
As you stand here trembling with teardrops in your eyes
I know that I can trust you to do the best you can
Do not be afraid in the name of Jesus every battle you will win
Even though at times you will be tested and tried
In each and every battle the victory we will win
Now I must let you go so you can do My work
As I wave goodbye to you I can feel
how much your heart will hurt
I will not leave you defenseless I will never leave you alone
For My Holy Spirit will come to you, and make your heart His home
So now my loved one the time is growing near
Come and let me brush away each and every tear
As I hold you in my arms and tell you goodbye I can hear your spirit softly sigh
I will bring you quickly home when your work on earth is through
My Jesus it makes me sad to say goodbye for now I know
I will walk here again and at your feet I will bow
In that final day when I come back home to You
I will be so happy because I know once again I will walk heavens shores with You
Soft Petals Of Poetry by Ruthie, 1994 To 2000 © rep
I had a dream one night about this, very place I described in the poem.
I don’t know if I was dreaming or if I actually died?
It was at a time when my Father was dying with leukemia.
When I awoke my eyes felt so clean I could not seem to erase this dream from my mind.
My father was dying and I wanted to write it down to send to him.
He needed someone to encourage him in his final hours.
I went to buy a card for him to send with my letter.
I know it sounds strange but I found a card with almost the same theme, the picture was so like the dream I had.
Beautiful snow capped mountain clear clean streams of water, the flowers, and trees beyond description.
The clean crisp air.
I always thought if I ever dreamt of heaven I would see a city with street of gold.
Like we learned about in Sunday school and Church.
I don’t know why I dreamt heaven was like that?
It was very scenic, and outdoors so beautiful and refreshing and Jesus the Savior was there.
I know our God is a miracle working God and He still speaks to His children through dreams and visions.
If you don’t believe that’s ok.
I never used to believe either.
There are so many miracles going on, around us every day.
Things that we humans cannot explain!
When God visits me with a dream, or vision, I can’t erase them from my mind. He usually follows it with a prophecy.
I know it is a prophetic message in regards to what I am about to face.A word of encouragement to keep me carrying on in my faith walk with the Lord.
Possibly a word of direction to help me stay on the right path.
There are many reasons God still speaks to us through visions and dreams.
When I have a dream or a vision I cannot forget them until I write them down.
Even then they are still there as if they are painted on my heart.
When God speaks to me like that I know He is trying to show me something.
I ask God to open my spiritual eyes, and ears, and ask Him
Dear Lord what are You trying to show me?
Every time He make it clear to me,what it is
He wants me to know.Our God is a wonderful miracle working God and His ways are past finding out.
This dream was for me to comfort my Father who was dying with leukemia.
And tell him the gospel story not long after that he passed away.
My prayer was that my Dad might have reached out to Jesus in his final hour and believe that God truly loved him.
As it is written in John 3:16
In Honor of My Father
John Julius Vinson
March 21,1917 to May 30,1994
Go rest High on that mountain Daddy.
Meet me at the foot of the mountain,
where Gods healing waters flow.
Today I Remembered
Father today was a very hard day for me.
I felt weak in my body, but then
(I remembered)
You were my strength.
At times my heart wanted to faint in me, because of all the things going on around me.
Yet
(I remembered)
that You, were my strength and my endurance.
Today at times it was as if the ground was shaking under me.
But then
(I remembered)
You Jesus my big brother.
(I remembered)
You were my Rock, and my Stability.
A few times today Father my eyes filled with tears, and my lips began to quiver.
I had wondered has my Jesus forgotten me?
But then
(I remembered)
You said; my name was tattooed on your hands.
and that I was continually on your mind, and in your thoughts.
I wept Father it was so good to remember.
Then my heart took strength as; I thought on the days of old, and how Your many comforts surrounded me.
I remembered how Your mercies fell down, like sweet rain on my brow.(I wept it was so good to remember.)
Your daily Grace, and mercies, that are new every morning.
How they outnumber the grains of the sands on the seashore.
I love to think upon you my God it is good to remember.
For a small moment a little dark cloud of gloom, wanted to cover my head.
For a small moment I felt overwhelmed by sorrow!
Then
(I remembered)
Your many blessings, and promises in Your word to us.
Those Beautiful Words, that are in the Holy Bible.
I wept it was good (to remember.)
I was reminded today of You’re sacrificial offering, upon the cross of Calvary.
(I remembered the road to Calvary) you walked up for me and all, who will receive You and believe.
(I wept when I remembered)
and my heart took wings.
As I stood on the path you have set before, I was covered by the shadow of the cross.
Protected from the blasting heat of the evil one.
(I remembered and wept)
because
(I remembered)
how far You have brought me down, this narrow way.
(I remembered the day)
I entered the straight gate, You placed before me.
I wept with joy when
(I remembered)
Then in my short-lived despair, my Father God, I caught a Glimpse of a soul made beautiful.
Dressed in white garments, washed in the blood of the Lamb.
(I remembered)
and wept tears of joy!
(Today I remembered)
how you clothed me, with Your Grace, and Mercy!
(I remembered)
and praised and worshipped you.
How pleasant, and beautiful was your presence.
It is a blessing and so lovely to (remember You)!
I fell on my knees and
(I remembered)
how much I loved You, and how much You loved me.
(Today I remembered!)
(Soft Petals Of Poetry by Ruthie, 2003, ®©
DO YOU HEAR THE CHILDREN CRYING
(Matthew 18:1-7)
At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?
And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them,
And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.
Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me.
But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.
Woe unto the world because of offences! for it must needs be that offences come; but woe to that man by whom the offence cometh!
God do you hear the children crying?
Do you hear the children crying as they are crying in the night?
Do you hear them Jesus as they suffer in their fright?
Seems I hear their voices calling to me in the night.
Oh my spirit is suffering as they journey in their plight.
You call out to them do not be afraid.
I would like to know, when there will be an end, to this charade?
O my sweet Jesus as I lay here in the dark, I can hear the children cry.
You tell me quick my child rise up, get on your knees and pray.
I hear you crying little ones, as your tears flow from your eyes.
Angels hold you in their arms of peace, and sing you lulabye's
You who dare to touch God's apple of His eye.
You will meet your end in the great bye and bye.
You are so very evil as you pick on someone so small.
I hear their small voices as for mercy they call.
As I begin to cry and pray teardrops flood my soul.
God is not deaf! He hears your cries.
someday he will answer all our whys.
I feel angels flutter near I see them stroke your brow.
Then they calm your little spirit and you survive somehow.
I know how you feel and how afraid you are too. I have suffered just like you when I was little too.
So if you hear the children crying in our land.
Why don’t you reach out through prayer, and give them a helping hand.
O God my God, do you hear the children crying in the land.
Do you hear us crying Lord Oh hurry please do?
Yes my daughter I hear them I truly do. All of you who are stronger why do you prey on the weak?
God have mercy on your soul as you sink.
For it is written in Gods Holy Word it would be better to have a millstone tied around your neck and cast into the brink.
Than to hurt or offend any of these little ones so you better stop and think.
You are evil and angry when you steal our children in the land and rob their innocence and murder them too.
Bring back the children to the home they once knew for in the night I hear their mamas and papas crying too.
Mothers and Fathers I also talk to you stop your abuse on your children too.
I am here to tell you and I know you know its true there is someone watching you.
He is taking account of every cruel deed to your children you do.
Their angels do ever go before His throne to give account of your children which you say you own.
They are only lent to you for such a short time and God is keeping track line upon line.
You may think you own them and can do whatever you can.
But I am here to tell you their blood will be required at your hand.
You need to love them and honor them too this is the reason why.
They are precious to God and should be to you.
Oh may God help your souls if this you do not do.
You better love your children and hold onto them tight.
You need to comfort them when they cry out in the night.
You need to make them feel safe in their homes.
You need to never leave them afraid and alone.
This one thing I tell you I know you know its true.
They will one-day rise up to accuse you.
Fathers honor your daughters keep them free and pure.
Never beat or violate your sons ever to your children be true.
Our children are our future our lives they hold in their hands.
Just remember when you abuse your children, or violate their lives.
They will one day be the very ones who will be facing you in your weakness.
Poetry by Ruthie, 2000,
© rep
Prayers for the abducted & Abused Children
Father God I come softly before your Throne, I ask you Father to reach out to the innocent ones, who are being snatched by the hands of evil ones.
Those who torment and torture, and eventually murder the children and young people they have stolen.
The Parents that abuse their children Father, I ask You to bring deep conviction to their hearts and souls.
If they refuse to listen deliver the children out of their hands, and let them be put where they are safe.
Those who are suffering at the hands of humanity. Send your angels to minister to the heirs of salvation. Stop the hands that strike the innocent, and bring pain, and affliction, reach out to your little ones crying in the land. Send someone to help them, and deliver them out of their abuse,
and torment Precious Father God I call upon you. My heart is broken for the helpless many tears flood my soul. Let your mercies flow down from heaven.
Your compassion’s fail not they are new every morning. Lord keep your children in the center of your will, and as the apple of your eye.
Send You holy angels to watch over our children, and keep us safe in times of trouble. Gather us under your feathers under Your everlasting wings of peace.
In Jesus Name I Pray
A-Men
Prayers For You, from Gentle Heart Ministries ®©
Little Broken Dolly!
Little broken dolly all shattered and torn.
One who is all weary and worn.
Little broken dolly why do you mourn?
Do you long for the days when you were,
tenderly cared for by those who called you their own.
I see your sighs your tears in your eyes,
I hear your spirit groan.
Because of those who carelessly cast you aside.
From you their faces they did hide.
Little broken dolly I see you shedding those tears.
The one who gave His life for you on Calvary's tree.
Come cast all your burdens on me.
You will see I am the one who will never leave.
I will give you beauty for ashes, joy for your sorrow.
Always be there today and for all your tomorrows.
I will restore your beauty and grace to thee.
When you learn at last to cast all your cares on me.
Soft Petals of Poetry by Ruthie, 1976 ®©
The Broken Vessel
My lifes an earthen vessel with a hidden perfume within
Only the Savior can break the seal to release,
the fragrance from within
He knew He must break me there are many souls to win
When the jar is broken it releases the fragrance within
It falls on those around us and fills the whole house
it makes our life a fragrant consuming sacrifice
It will give a beauty of sacrifice and cost
Without the broken vessels our lives are but dross
When the Holy Spirit begins to release the fragrance from within
We have been broken our lives purged of sin
Only a sweet sacrifice of the Savior dwells within
Our lives are broken vessels held gentley in His hands
His touch brings Peace and delivers us from pain
He places us on the Potters Wheel to make us new again
We are a broken vessel of the purest, and sweetest perfume
It fills our hearts,each and every room
To be His broken vessel is what I long to be
To have His life be a sweet perfume in me
O' Lord I am a sacrifice upon your holy fires
O' Lord I am your precious child lifted from the mires
You speak Your Word so tenderly as you mold and shape me within
To be a broken vessel is a honor to me
to be His sweet perfume falls on all those whose lives He longs to win
Lord I yeild my body a Holy Sacrifice to be a sweet fragrance,of every flower and spice
Upon my door I hear You knocking once, or maybe twice
You leave the handle of my door smelling of flower and spice.
My eyes are so sleepy, I barely see you there
I am so tired Lord I fail to rise and meet you and miss Your nearness there
Lord I long to walk with You in paths so pleasant and fair
Lord I long to smell Your sweet perfume in the very air
You call my name in the early morning light in the stillnes of the night
When it is raining when the sun is shinning bright
You have delivered my life my soul from every terror and fright
Jesus You are my very hearts perfume
Fill my hearts each and every room with Your fragrant sacrificing perfume.
Soft Petals of Poetry By Ruthie,2001, ®©
The Wounded Dove
Little dove you flew so high
You were so free as I saw you fly by
Little dove of grace and glory
Little dove this is your story
As you flew to God’s great mountains
You drank from His living fountains
Then one day your heart was broken
When you felt the pangs of evil words spoken
Then one day you set down in the desert and
flew no more
Your heart was wounded and you found it hard to fly anymore
Then the savior came to tell you once again
to take your wings to the sky
With your heart encouraged you lifted
from the desert to the sky
Once again you were flying high
O’ little dove once again I saw you fly by
You looked so happy as your heart took wings
You still tried to fly as high as you could
To be free is what He promised you in His word
Then I saw it the arrow that struck your heart
You fell so hard it broke my heart
You fell so hard on the cold snow below
Could this little dove ever again be whole
Then I saw Him the Ancient of Days in His Kingly role
His hair and beard was as white as the snow
His eyes were flashing like the fire
He was awesome in His Kingly attire
He walked over to the wounded dove upon the snow
He picked her up and upon the dove his life giving, breath did blow
She was so wounded such a pitiful sight
He comforted His dove by day and by night
He tenderly held her close to His heart
and covered her with His great love never to depart
Time went by as it always does
and He kept healing her with His love from above
Then one day she began to flutter in the hand of the healer
One day He spoke, My little dove it is time for you to leave here
As she fluttered to become free, He said you can fly up again to the sky
The kindly comforter said fly away my dove take to the sky
The little dove spoke to her heavenly comforter
My Lord I have forgotten how to fly
My heart is fearful I might not make it again
If you trust in me my dove you will never fail,you will always win
For I have stopped the mouth of the liar I have defeated the fowlers brier
Never again can you be shot down fly little dove to the mountains of your God!
Soft Petals of Poetry by Ruthie, 1998, ©
(The Vision of The Fallen Dove)
This Vision came to me in The Calvary Assembly of God Church where I sang in the choir
I saw a vision of a wounded dove, pierced through lying bleeding on the snow.
It was an awesome sight, as far as I could see, the ground was covered with snow.
The Great Creator walked over and, picked up the little dove from the snow.
He placed the dove in one hand, and covered her with the other.
Almighty God spoke tenderly to the little dove.
He held her close to His beating heart.
Then the little dove began to flutter in the hand of the Eternal Father.
Then God spoke to the little dove, “it is time for you to fly again”.
The little dove was fearful she, did not want to leave the secret comforting, place in God.
“He said my name Ruth”!
Ruth He said; " you can fly again far above the storm".
Just as the great eagle fly's so can you.
You can fly to the mountains of God, and your soul shall find rest.
You shall encourage and teach others, to fly again with their God.
How I love Him there are no English words, to express my love for my God!
O’ How much He has done for you and me!
Yes God’s precious child you can fly again and again!
Never let others defeat Gods great purposes for you.
It is not over until its over and all the times, and season are in the Hands of our Almighty creator.
God the Father, God the son, and God the Great Holy Spirit. ©® 1998
(Psalms 34; 18-19)
1. The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contirite spirit
Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the Lord delivereth him out of them all
(KJV)
(Psalms 34: 17-18)
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all;
(NIV)
(Psalms 51: 17)
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise. the foes of the righteous will be condemned.
(NIV)
THE WARRIOR WOMAN
Am I a warrior yes I am upon His field I take my stand
I take His bow of bronze and strength in hand
By His power I take my stand
I stand poised for battle ready to shoot that arrow
I stand on the field of the straight and narrow
I lift the shield of faith and truth
I am His warrior this woman named Ruth
I am not afraid of the enemy’s band
For truth and righteousness I stand
He undergirds me with His arms of strength
To fight me in spiritual battle the enemy shrinks
I stand my watch on my high tower
Waiting to hear His voice to be filled with His power
When He speaks I will not fear
He is my covering my defense from the rear
He is a wall of fire by night a cloud by day
He will keep you, till the enemy flees away
Then I will; run holding fast, His word in the race
Not fearing the hardness of mans face
Many years ago I joined this great spiritual band A warrior for Jesus?
Yes I am
We fight with our weapons of our warfare
which are not carnal you see
Weapons of the word, salvation,
righteousness, and victory
Come Gods women join the army you will see
He will use you to set the captives free
We are in the army of the mighty host
Our chief and commander the Holy Ghost
King David my mentor slew the giant
with one smooth stone
In this army you are not alone
A great cloud compasses those
who have gone before
Need I explain or tell you more
Look in Hebrews chapter eleven
Those gone before looking down
from heaven
They are cheering on from heavens grandstand
Keep in the race and possess the land
Prophetic Poetry By Ruthie
2003 ©®
Hebrew 11
Our Heroes of the Faith
The Warriors War
(Ephesians 6:10-18)
finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
Loins:
Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;
Feet:
And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;
Shield Of Faith
Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.
Helmet of salvation
And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:
Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints;
(Second Corinthians 10:3-6)
For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war after the flesh:
(For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;)
Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;
And having in a readiness to revenge all disobedience, when your obedience is fulfilled.
The Fashionable and well-dressed Christian’s Close Closet
(The whole armor of GOD.)
A. Take unto you the whole armor of God.
(Our armor only comes from God.)
We cannot work for it or buy it or earn it by doing good works, it is free and part of our salvation package.
B. That we may be able to stand in that evil day
C. Stand:
D. Loins be girt about with truth
E. Put on the Breastplate of righteousness
F. Put on your Gospel Shoes.
(The New Testament Gospel of Christ Shoes!)
G. Shield of Faith to quench the fiery darts of the enemy.
H. Put on the Helmet of Salvation, and take the sword of Spirit which is the word of God.
I. Praying always, with all power, and supplication in the spirit.
J. Our Gospel Goggles
Watching with all perseverance, and supplication for all saints.
The Warriors Enemies
A. Evil Spirits
B. Principalities an Chief rulers
C. Power under the chief rulers.
D. Rulers of the darkness of this world
E. Spiritual wickedness in high places
F. Do I dare to say it our flesh.
(Arise and put on the full armor of God )
(A Prophecy)
My dearly beloved children arise and put on the full armor of God, for these are dangerous times, and the last days that you are living in.
There is danger all around you. This is a day that going into a house of God built by man will not protect you. You must arise and fight; the battle before you, and you must be aquainted with me, and then if and when you call upon my name you will do much harm to the enemy.
I am the true weapon of your war fare. I have gathered together all the dust in the universe and created this world you live in.
Is there anything to hard for me, is there any enemy in your life that I can not handle?
I tell you that you are in the center of my vision in the very apple of my eye.
To those who are watching for me, I shall appear in the clouds of the sky and they shall rise up and meet me there.
What a glorious day that will be when we all sit down together and partake of the marriage Supper of the Lamb.
Yet for this time you must walk circumspectly not as fool but as my wise servants.
There are the scorpions underfoot, and the demons are nipping at your ankles.
Be not afraid I have promised you, that they will not be able to harm you.
Do not allow people to detour you from the work I have given you to do for me.
Never take your eyes off of me keep your ears in tuned to the voice of the Holy Spirit.
There are many voices in the world but drown them out by listening to my voice.
I must encrease in my Church, and in my people, in my body!
Yet my body is filled with luke warm christians they do not look at the signs of time, to take heed to my soon coming!
They are judgemental thinking they are fine and judging my true Chrisitans who are forsaking all to follow me.
I have warriors in my great army those who are not afraid to fight the enemy and stand up for the new born babes in my body.
Those who have counted all things dung for the cause of Christ!
Having forsaken the ways of the world, and do not heed the voices of man.
Going to Church does not make anyone a christian in my eyes.
Belonging to the true Church of Jesus Christ makes one a disciple, and humble servant of mine.
Listen not to the voice of man for they have watered down the Word of God.
They have deluded My people into following thier ways, building thier own kingdoms, and prospering in thier own ministries.
Having not a care about the condition of this world or the people who are lost and dying without Christ in there lives.
Where are and who are the true servants of God today?
It is really hard to tell is it not my servant?
You must walk in true humility before your God not prospering your own ways.
You must humble your selves and pray, then will I hear from heaven and heal the Schisim in my Church.
Listen to the voice of the Holy Spirit crying out in these last days.
Deny your selves of all your worldly pleasures, and lift your cross and follow me.
It is true my children there are many false Christs who have gone out to my people and lifted themselves up to be something they are not.
Many false prophets who are selling thier prophecies for filthy lucre.
I tell you they have there reward!
Turn back turn back my children and buy from me eye salve for your eyes, that have been blinded by bling of this present world.
Buy the pure gold of GOD that will truly make you rich, and it will be where your treasures are in heaven with me.
~End~
Lord my Lord; my heart is open to hear your words
My Lord; teach me to be humble, but also to be strong and have a backbone not to step down from the cause of Christ.
Oh my Lord; let me have discenrnment so that I will know how to seperate the true, from the false.
Oh Lord; let me have wisdom, and Knowledge, and with it great understanding
Oh my Lord; help Your servant to keep her lamp filled with oil.
Oh Lord; never let me desire the riches of the world or seek for fame.
Oh my Lord; you have spoken that those who are first in their own eyes will be last.
Oh my lord; you have said those who are small in thier own eyes will be first.
Oh Lord; you spoken let every heart hear and let every heart obey your Words.
Oh Lord; I pray over these words you have asked me to write that they will prosper in the hearts of those who receive them myself included.
Oh God; help me to redeem the time for the days are evil.
Oh God; help us to be wise as serpents, and gentle as doves.
Oh God; help us to fight the good fight of faith.
Oh God; help us to come out as pure as gold when we have been tried by fire.
Oh God; helps us decrease as you increase in our lives.
Oh God; teach us not to faint, but in everything with prayer and supplication in the Spirit watching with all perseverance and supplications for others.
Parafrased from
(Ephesians 6:18)
We Are Looking For A City
I am looking for a city where there is joy and peace
I'm looking for a city where all my sorrows are released
I m looking for a city where there is sorrow no more
In that glorious city on GODS GOLDEN HEAVENLY SHORE
On the way to the city at CALVARY we stop to bow
Along the straight, and narrow our journey begins
it is all by faith now
Jesus walks beside us holding tightly to our hand
He tells us of the beauty of this distant, land
As we trust Him as our Savior, the one to whom we clingUpon our feet new shoes we wear; on our finger a golden ring
He dresses us in garments of glorious translucent white
Fills our lamps with oil to take us through the darkest night
We never need to worry He is walking right beside
To lift us over craggy rocks, and through the raging tide
When we become tired and fear begins to assail
He speaks tenderly here Iam, in the stormy gale
The more we learn to trust Him, and hold tightly to His hand
The closer we get to heaven, and by faith can see that land
I must confess I'm looking for a city, a new land far away
The city where I will stand victorious one bright, and glorious day
While I am here on earth I'm a sojourner here below
My faith is kept alive by His promises I know
© Soft Petals Of Poetry By Ruthie, 2004-2006
Prophecy:
In My Father House are many mansions, if it were not true my child I would have told you so. Iam coming soon to take you where I am.
keep your hand in mine, and your eyes on the glorious land.
There is room for all who put ther trust in me.
Let not your heart be troubled, nor you mind dismayed.
Let your faith remain and your eyes fixed upon me.
As we walk this road together victory, after victory we will see.
I could not love less nor could I love you more.
One day you will stand beside me on the great Kingdom shore
~END~
(John 14:2)
In My Fathers houseare many mansions, if it were not so I would have told you I go to prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to myself; that where I am, therr you may be also.
(NKJV)
(Hebrews 11: 1-29)
By Faith
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. This is what the ancients were commended for. By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God's command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible. By faith Abel offered God a better sacrifice than Cain did. By faith he was commended as a righteous man, when God spoke well of his offerings. And by faith he still speaks, even though he is dead. By faith Enoch was taken from this life, so that he did not experience death; he could not be found, because God had taken him away. For before he was taken, he was commended as one who pleased God.
And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him. By faith Noah, when warned about things not yet seen, in holy fear built an ark to save his family. By his faith he condemned the world and became heir of the righteousness that comes by faith. By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God. By faith Abraham, even though he was past age—and Sarah herself was
barren—was enabled to become a father because heconsidered him faithful who had made the promise. And so from this one man, and he as good as dead, came descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seashore. All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance. And they admitted that they were aliens and strangers on earth.
People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own. If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. Instead, they were longing for a better country—a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them. By faith Abraham, when God tested him, offered Isaac as a sacrifice. He who had received the promises was about to sacrifice his one and only son, even though God had said to him, "It is through Isaac that your offspringwill be reckoned."
Abraham reasoned that God could raise the dead, and figuratively speaking, he did receive Isaac back from death. By faith Isaac blessed Jacob and Esau in regard to their future. By faith Jacob, when he was dying, blessed each of Joseph's sons, and worshiped as he leaned on the top of his staff. By faith Joseph, when his end was near, spoke about the exodus of the Israelites from Egypt and gave instructions about his bones.
By faith Moses' parents hid him for three months after he was born, because they saw he was no ordinary child, and they were not afraid of the king's edict. By faith Moses, when he had grown up, refused to be known as the son of Pharaoh's daughter. He chose to be mistreated along with the people of God rather than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a short time.
He regarded disgrace for the sake of Christ as of greater value than the treasures of Egypt, because he was looking ahead to his reward.
By faith he left Egypt, not fearing the king's anger; he persevered because he saw him who is invisible. By faith he kept the Passover and the sprinkling of blood, so that the destroyer of the firstborn would not touch the firstborn of Israel. By faith the people passed through the Red Sea as on dry land; but when the Egyptians tried to do so, they were drowned.
By faith the walls of Jericho fell, after the people had marched around them for seven days. By faith the prostitute Rahab, because she welcomed the spies, was not killed with those who were disobedient. And what more shall I say? I do not have time to tell about Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, David, Samuel and the prophets, who through faith conquered kingdoms, administered justice, and gained what was promised; who shut the mouths of lions, quenched the fury of the flames, and escaped the edge of the sword; whose weakness was turned to strength; and who became powerful in battle and routed foreign armies. Women received back their dead, raised to life again. Others were tortured and refused to be released, so that they might gain a better resurrection. Some faced jeers and flogging, while still others were chained and put in prison.
They were stoned; they were sawed in two; they were put to death by the sword. They went about in sheepskins and goatskins, destitute, persecuted and mistreated— the world was not worthy of them. They wandered in deserts and mountains, and in caves and holes in the ground. These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised. God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect.
(NIV)
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