One morning, the air was crisp and still, I saw on the horizon, three trees, standing on a hill. The two trees on the outside, shorter than the center one, how they stood out in the rising sun. A refuge for the birds, in the time of storm, a nesting place, so peaceful and warm. Seeing these trees, so majestic, standing in a row, took my mind back, 2000 years or so; to a place called Calvary, where three wooden crosses, stood out so plainly in a row. On the outside crosses, hung two guilty thieves; on the center cross, hung the only Son of God, He was dying for you and me! Jesus was baring our sins, so we could be free! [ by Winston Staples ]
Prayer: What Is Prayer?
Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
Uttered, or unexpressed–
The motion of a hidden fire
…That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear–
The upward glancing of the eye,
When none but God is near
Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infants lips can try–
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach,
The Majesty on high.
Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice
Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry, “Behold, he prays!”
Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath–
The Christians’s native air–
His watchword at the gates of death–
He enters heaven with prayer.
The saints in prayer appear as one
In word, and deed, and mind,
While the Father and the Son
Sweet fellowship they find.
Nor prayer is made by man alone–
The Holy Spirit pleads–
And Jesus, on…
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Walking to my feeder, to feed the birds each day, I listen to the birds, as I poke along the way. I hear the Chickadees sing fair weather, fair weather, oh, what a nice, nice day. As I walk I see, many Blue Jays, and hear them as they cry, I am very hungry, from branches so high. All these beautiful birds are waiting to be fed; then this thought came into my old head, we too need to be spiritually fed. We need God’s word and listen while it is read, and memorize it in our heart and in our head!