Tree of Life 1- As
the apple among the trees of the wood, I sat down under His shadow with great delight, 3- I'm
wearyed with my former toil, 2- The
tree of life my soul hath seen, For happiness I long have sought,
Jesus said... And when he finds it, assuredly, I say to you, 'Twas a sheep not a lamb that strayed away For the lambs will follow the sheep, you know, Lord, I do not ask for houses of steel, Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, When you eat the fruit of your hands, My Inside-Self and my Outside-Self The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, Instead, it should be the hidden person of your
heart, Bible Verse Jesus said... And when he finds it, assuredly, I say to you, Poem
Poor
little black sheep that strayed away, And the hireling frowned, "O Shepherd, And
He said, "O hireling, hasten! And the hireling frowned, "O Shepherd, And
He said, "O hireling, hasten! And the hireling frowned, "O Shepherd, Then
the Shepherd went out in the darkness, And the hireling frowned, "O Shepherd, Bible Verse (Jesus
said...) Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive
the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein. (Mk 10.15, KJV)
"Two Prayers" by Andrew Gillies
Last night my little boy Then while he slept
Baa-baa Backslider, have you any wool?
In God's name, put me to work!
How to be beautiful
The Little Lost Sheep
As a Little Child
Methuselah - on the lite side
So is my Beloved [Jesus] among the sons.
And His fruit was sweet to my taste.
He brought me to the banqueting house,
And His banner over me was love.
Song of Songs 2.3-4
Here I will sit and rest a while:
Under the shadow I will be,
Of Jesus Christ the apple-tree.
With great delight I'll make my stay,
There's none shall fright my soul away:
Among the sons of men I see
There's none like Christ the apple-tree.
I'll sit and eat this fruit divine,
It cheers my heart like spirit'al wine;
And Oh! This fruit is sweet to me,
That grows on Christ the apple-tree!
This fruit doth make my soul to thrive,
It keeps my dying faith alive;
Which makes my soul in haste to be
With Jesus Christ the apple-tree.
"Christ the Apple-Tree" -author unknown
(~1760)
Laden with fruit, and always green:
The trees of nature fruitless be,
Compared with Christ the apple-tree.
His beauty doth all things excel:
By faith I know, but ne'er can tell,
The glory which I now can see,
In Jesus Christ the apple-tree.
And pleasure dearly I have bought:
I missed of all; but now I see
'Tis found in Christ the apple-tree.
If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them goes astray,
Does he not leave the ninety-nine and go to the mountains
To seek the one that is straying?
He rejoices more over that sheep
Than over the ninety-nine that did not go astray.
Mt 18.12-13
In the parable Jesus told,
A grown up sheep that had gone astray
From the ninety and nine in the fold.
Out on the hillside, out in the cold,
'Twas a sheep the Good Shepherd sought
And back to the flock, safe into the fold
'Twas a sheep the Good Shepherd brought.
And why for the sheep should we earnestly long
And as earnestly hope and pray?
Because there is danger if they go wrong
They will lead the lambs astray.
Wherever the sheep may stray
When the sheep go wrong it will not be long
Til the lambs are as wrong as they.
And so with the sheep we earnestly plead
For the sake of the lambs today
If a sheep is lost, what a terrible cost
Some lamb will have to pay.
Author Unknown
Nor houses built of stone;
But for the exultation to feel
The tug on muscle and bone.
Not for wealth or men at my commands,
Nor peace when I am through --
I only ask work for these hands,
Work for these hands to do.
"Prayer of the Unemployed"
by Raymond Kresensky
To mind your own business,
And to work with your hands.
Thus shall your daily life win the respect of others, And you will not be dependent on anybody.
You shall be happy,
And it shall be well with you.
1 Thes 4.11; Psalm 128.2
Are different as can be.
My Outside-Self wears gingham smocks,
And very round is she,
With freckles sprinkled on her nose,
And smoothly parted hair,
And clumsy feet that cannot dance
In heavy shoes and square.
But, oh, my little Inside-Self --
In gown of misty rose
She dances lighter than a leaf
On blithe and twinkling toes;
Her hair is blowing gold, and if
You chanced her face to see,
You would not think she could belong
To staid and sober me!
"My Inside-Self" by Rachel Field
Man looks at the outward appearance,
But the LORD looks at the heart...
Such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes.
The unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit,
Which is very precious in the sight of God.
1 Sam 16.7b, 1 Pet 3.3-4
What do you think?
If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them goes astray,
Does he not leave the ninety-nine and go to the mountains to seek the one that is straying?
He rejoices more over that sheep than over the ninety-nine that did not go astray.
Mt 18.12-13
Got lost in the wind and rain,
And the Shepherd He said, "O hireling,
Go find my sheep again."
That sheep is black and bad."
But the Shepherd He smiled, like the little black sheep
Was the only lamb that He had,
Was the only lamb that He had.
For the wind and the rain are cold,
And the little black sheep is lonesome
Out there so far from the fold."
That sheep is old and gray."
But the Shepherd He smiled, like the little black sheep
Was fair as the break of day,
Was fair as the break of day.
Lo, here is the ninety and nine,
But there, way off from the sheep fold,
Is that little black sheep of mine."
The rest of the sheep are here."
But the Shepherd He smiled 'cause the little black sheep
He held it most greatly dear,
He held it most greatly dear.
Where the night was cold and bleak,
And the little black sheep He found it,
And laid it against His cheek.
Don't bring that sheep to me."
But the Shepherd He smiled, and He held it close,
And that little black sheep -- was me!
And that little black sheep -- was me!
#553, "Cross & Crown Hymnal, " lyrics
by Ethel M. C. Brazelton
Confessed to me
Some childish wrong;
And kneeling at my knee,
He prayed with tears --
"Dear God, make me a man
Like Daddy -- wise and strong;
I know you can."
I knelt beside his bed,
Confessed my sins,
And prayed with low-bowed head.
"O God, make me a child
Like my child here --
Pure and guileless; trusting Thee
With faith sincere."
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he sat, He cheerfully chewed every species
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