God’s Will

The Gate Of The Year
I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year,
“Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.”
And he replied, “Go out into the darkness
and put your hand into the hand of God
That shall be to you better than the light
And safer than a known way!”
So I went forth and finding the hand of God
Trod gladly into the light.
— Minnie Louise Haskins, tutor at the London School of Economics (1875 – 1957)

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IN YOUR HANDS
Heavenly Father, my life is in Your hands.
Yesterday, today and forever, I am safe and secure in Your.
Lord, please help me to know that You are in control.
Help me to believe You are at work in my life right now,
even when I don’t see it.
Help me to trust in what I do not see,
when what I see is so painful.
Please help me to know You are taking care of my needs.

Lord, thank you for listening to my cries for help.
Thank You for loving me so much.
Help me to believe You and the promises You have made.
Forgive me when I doubt You and Your love.
I believe, Lord. Forgive me for my unbelief.

The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you.
Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Deuteronomy 31:8

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In The Garden
I come to the garden alone, While the dew
is still on the roses;
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
the Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own.
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

And He walks with me, and He talks to me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

I’d stay in the garden with Him
Tho the night around me be falling;
But He bid me go, thru the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling

And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
— CAustin Miles, (1868 – 1956)

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IN THE MASTER’S GARDEN
The Master walked in His garden,
Among the growing flowers,
And the drooping ones and the thirsty
He cheered with cooling showers.

And here and there he checked a growth
With his loving pruning-knife,
That the plant more graciously might grow,
And have a richer life.

And as He slowly passed along,
The beauty-growths he scanned,
And bent and plucked one, here and there,
And carried it in His hand.

And some, with wondrous tenderness,
To His lips He gently pressed,
And fervent blessings breathed on them
And laid them in His breast.

Not a flower that the Master gathers
Ever closes or withers away,
But sweeter still and fairer grows,
In the light of His full day.
–John Oxenham

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I do not want to go too soon,
before that final gain of sand,
but neither do I want to be
held back by some unwilling hand
that does not understand God’s way
of changing these old clothes I wear,
from frazzled threads of faded flesh,
to robes of grace a light as air.

I want to go out unrestrained,
when he who gave life sets it free,
and pass through with that final grain
of sand in joy and victory.
–Helene Stallcup

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Beyond The Blue
Each gentle breeze, each sunset glow,
Each little raindrop here below,
Is but a part of God’s great plan
And purpose in the life of man.

And sometimes when deep grief or care
Is almost more than I can bear,
It seems so natural for me
To wonder why it had to be.

But deep within my heart I feel
That in all things, time will reveal
The wisdom of His guiding hand;
And sometime I shall understand.

And then it gives me strength anew,
To look up there beyond the blue,
And know that someday, we will share
The Home together–Over There.
— Dorothy Mae Gift Service

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God’s Garden
God looked around his garden
And found an empty place,
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids
And whispered, ‘Peace bethine’.
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
Anonynous

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God saw he was getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So He put His arms around him
And whispered, “Come with Me.”
With tear-filled eyes we watched
Him suffer and fade away
Although we loved him deeply
We could not make him stay
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands put to rest
God broke our hears to prove to us
He only takes the best.

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He Maketh No Mistake
My Father’s way may twist and turn,
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I’m glad I know
He maketh no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I’ll trust my Lord to lead
For He doeth know the way.

Tho’ night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break
I’ll pin my faith, my all in Him,
He maketh no mistake.

There’s so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight’s far too dim;
But come what may, I’ll simply trust
And leave it all to Him.

For by and by the mist will lift
And plain it all He’ll make.
Through all the way, tho’ dark to me,
He made not one mistake.
— A.M. Overton

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In Your Hands
Heavenly Father, my life is in Your hands.
Yesterday, today, and forever, I am safe and secure in You.
Lord, please help me to know that You are in control.
Help me to believe You are at work in my life right now,
even when I don’t see it.
Help me to trust in what I do not see,
when what I see is so painful.
Please help me to know You are taking care of my needs.

Lord, thank You for listening to my cries for help.
Thank You for loving me so much.
Help me to believe You and the promises You have made.
Forgive me when I doubt You and Your love.
I believe, Lord. Forgive me for my unbelief.

The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you.
Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged. Deuteronomy 31:8
— Jill Kelly, Prayers of Hope for the Brokenhearted

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The Thread and the Cable
Though waves and billows o’er me pass
In whelming floods of ill,
Within the haven of God’s love
My soul is anchored still;
For though the stress and strain of life
My thread of faith may break,
The cable of His faithfulness
No storm can ever shake.
— Anne Johnson Flint