Grace

Every promise we can make - Every prayer and step of faith - Every difference we will make Is only by His grace

Every mountain we will climb - Every ray of hope we shine - Every blessing left behind Is only by His grace

Grace alone which God supplies - Strength unknown He will provide Christ in us our Cornerstone - We will go forth in grace alone

Every soul we long to reach - Every heart we have to teach - Every where we share His peace Is only by His grace

Every loving word we say - Every tear we wipe away - Every sorrow turned to praise Is only by His grace

Pressed

A good Poem I found:

Pressed out of measure and pressed to all length;
Pressed so intensely that it feels beyond strength;
Pressed in the body and pressed in soul;
Pressed in the mind till the dark surges roll;
Pressure by foes and Pressure by friends;
Pressure on Pressure till life nearly ends,
Aha
But pressed into knowing no helper but God;
Pressed into loving the staff and the rod;
Pressed into liberty where nothing clings;
Pressed into faith for impossible things;
Pressed into living a life in the Lord;
Pressed into living a Christ life outpoured;

That’s what the problems will do to you, press you up against the savior.
Saved by grace you are.

Jesus came that we might have life! john10:10

Foreword: This a song written by Anna Vincent, She is studying medicine.. I hope to put music to this song someday... Anna, I love your poem so I am putting it in my blog. Hope you don't mind :)

Jesus came that we might have life! john10:10

When i lost the hope
that kept us going
I stopped trying to win
and lost without knowing-

FORGOING-
the sight of the oak tree
contained in my acorn
the glory of bein free
from satans yoke and bond

When i saw no scope
of winning our prize
I embraced sin's quagmire
not willing to rise

TO RISE-
to the heights
that for me were destined

TO RISE-
to meet the world's needs
as God had designed

When i stopped short
of the promised land

I failed to see
His nail pierced hands

STRETCHED OUT-
Stretched out to reach the ends of a cross
stretched t'ward me with the hope i had lost

Then i saw the truth of it all
what i thought was the prize
was passing and small
compared to the size
of the trophies He keeps
for those who realise
the fruition of His seeds

HIS SEEDS
are dreams planted in hearts
dreams that take root in our inmost parts

HIS SEEDS
bear fruit if we spare
no effort in weeeding out every tare