Nette's Treasures: Triumph in the darkness

Friday, April 3, 2009

Triumph in the darkness

Triumph in the midst of these

Every breath to eternity

Will sing His praise regardless of what's seen

For my eyes are placed upon the Unseen.

I've got the victory

For He has set me free

Though I walk through the fiery furnace

No more tethers binding me.

Trusting Him

Loving Him

Seeking Him

Remain in Him

for there is my Fortress

Which will long withstand

The trials cast by the enemies hand.

He allows them for greater purpose unseen

Drawing me ever deeper into Him and not of me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...: God is with us in the good times and the bad. He loves us and wants us to let Him take care of EVERYTHING! *big smile* Have a great day knowing God loves you. Sincerely,-me-(Mommy of two little blessings); April 14, 2009 at 7:20 AM

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Thoughtful Moments

‎"The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years."
-Audrey Hepburn

" A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man must seek Him first to find her." -- Maya Angelou

"Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see." - Hebrews 11:1

Sands of the "Mind"glass

"A storm is simply the Hem of His robe, the sign of His coming, and the evidence of His presence."--F.B. Meyer

Have you come to the Red Sea place in your life,

Where, in spite of all you can do,

There is no way out, there is no way back,

There is no other way but through?

Then wait on the Lord with a trust serene

Till the night of your fear is gone;

He will send the wind, He will heap the floods,

When He says to your soul, "Move on."

And His hand will lead you through--clear through--

Ere the watery walls roll down,

No foe can reach you, no wave can touch,

No mightiest sea can drown;

The tossing billows may rear their crests,

Their foam at your feet may break,

But o'er the seabed you will walk dry ground

In the path that your Lord will make.

In the morning watch, 'neath the lifted cloud,

You will see but the Lord alone,

When He leads you on from the place of the sea

To a land that you have not known;

And your fears will pass as your foes have passed,

You will be no more afraid;

You will sing His praise in a better place,

A place that His hand has made.

-- Annie Johnson Flint