As I enter the new year of 2016, I do not know the way I may be going or what my future holds, but I do know my Guide. He is the One who has promised to never leave me or forsake me. He is the Vine that trims my branches so I may grow in spiritual maturity. I am so thankful I have Christ in my life, and just pray that He will be tender with me, yet prune me as He sees fit.
CHRIST IN ME!
Christ in me-
A pillar of cloud by day,
directing to show the way;
A pillar of fire by night,
guiding toward what is right.
Christ in me-
A Gardener pruning the vine,
tending the branches to align;
The true Vine, absolute,
living, breathing, producing fruit.
Christ in me-
Joined as one,
a Savior, God's own Son;
A pillar of cloud by day,
beneath my wings, a vibrant ray;
A pillar of fire by night,
the Holy Spirit whispering quite.
Christ in me-
talking, walking, guiding true;
The One I look to.
Oh, halleluiah! Christ in me!
Mary Crisp Jameson
John 15:1 TLB "I am the true Vine, and my Father is the Gardener."
John 14:20 TLB "When I come back to life again, you will know that I am in my Father, and you in me, and I in you."
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Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
The Gardener
We often don't realize what we have until it is not there anymore. Adam and Eve lived in a paradise until they disobeyed. Just like them, people today often see what they believe to be something "greener on the other side of the fence" until they actually get there and realize differently.
As I sat in "A Friendly Shade" I pray, "Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in your law." (Psalms 119:18) and in your land.
Morning by morning,
day by day,
night by night,
the earth yields a beautiful site.
A wonder! Lush, green, landscaped,
planned, and shaped.
A splendor for all-
inspiring, enchanting, a luscious exhibit hall.
The mountains and hills
peak with jagged frills.
Trees sway stately,
budding forth, donned ornately.
Flowers ascend to sing
a song with the coming of early Spring.
Where once thorny bushes grew,
new life sprouts anew.
Where once the land lay dark,
sunshine sends bright rays to leave its mark.
Morning makes way
for the dawning of the day.
Forests of fir, pine, and oak
amaze the eye with their colorful cloak.
By day, fields of wheat and oat
dance beneath clouds that gently float.
By night the moon makes way
for light to brighten the grey.
A flight of birds with feathered vests
return to nature’s given nests.
Cold, hot, drab, or bright,
there’s something always to delight.
night by night,
the earth yields a beautiful site.
Mary Crisp Jameson
As I sat in "A Friendly Shade" I pray, "Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in your law." (Psalms 119:18) and in your land.
Morning by morning,
day by day,
night by night,
the earth yields a beautiful site.
The Gardener handles all with tender
care;
a beauty He wishes to share.A wonder! Lush, green, landscaped,
planned, and shaped.
A splendor for all-
inspiring, enchanting, a luscious exhibit hall.
All around,
there are sites to astound.The mountains and hills
peak with jagged frills.
Trees sway stately,
budding forth, donned ornately.
Flowers ascend to sing
a song with the coming of early Spring.
The Gardener waters and nourishes;
the landscape flourishes.Where once thorny bushes grew,
new life sprouts anew.
Where once the land lay dark,
sunshine sends bright rays to leave its mark.
Morning makes way
for the dawning of the day.
Forests of fir, pine, and oak
amaze the eye with their colorful cloak.
By day, fields of wheat and oat
dance beneath clouds that gently float.
By night the moon makes way
for light to brighten the grey.
A flight of birds with feathered vests
return to nature’s given nests.
The Gardener cares for it all,
through winter, summer, spring or fall.Cold, hot, drab, or bright,
there’s something always to delight.
Morning by morning,
day by day,night by night,
the earth yields a beautiful site.
Mary Crisp Jameson
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