The Perplexed Soul

Many a soul there perplexed and lost. We as Christians should be a haste to run and give the wondering soul a rest. The rest is Christ, His love, His salvation calms the raging storm. Binds the heart to a secure foundation. The perplexed soul needs a hand, a hand stretched out to help.

Do not waver, bring the favour from God who shall not differ; so long the soul that wondered takes the hand of the Saviour. Please do be consumed by the fire of compassion for the one who is close to the fire. Break that heart of stone with the hammering image of their damnation.

Perplexed they maybe, souls they will still be. Souls sold under sin, under wrath they seem. Even so their price is so precious that the Son had to give His all to purchase. He redeemed them with His precious life, just as you and me. So be not a slacker to bring the news to ponder.

The perplexed soul not ready, unsaved, without hope, without a future as you were once. Once you where is their position. Lost and dying but gained all through the hand that reached to your perplexed soul. Love the souls as you would love yourself, and as God would have love them.


Driven to the Breaking Point

Written By: Margaret C Mullings

Blow after blow the tempestuous angry sea waves
Beat against the sandy shore line, causing a great erosion
And as you face each disappointment and feel your
Heart ache with pain……it is as if you are being driven
To the breaking point. Sometimes it may feel like you
Are on a roller coaster ride! Over coming and solving
Some problems, only to experience more devastating
News, having to deal with some deep issues….driven
To the breaking point.
Yes blow after blow the tempestuous angry sea waves
Beat against the sandy shore line, causing a great
Erosion with each disappointment and heartache
Drives you to the point of giving up all of self will
In total submission to the perfect plans and
Purposes of God for your life!
What blessings to say to Abba Father like Jesus
Said to His Father in the book of Luke 22:42,
” Saying, Father, if Thou be willing, remove this
Cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine,
Be done. ” Driven to the breaking point!

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Heaven at Last

By Horatius Bonar

Angel voices sweetly singing, Echoes through the blue dome ringing, News of wondrous gladness bringing… Ah, ’tis heaven at last!

Now beneath us all the grieving, All the wounded spirit’s heaving, All the woe of hopes deceiving… Ah ’tis heaven at last!

Sin for ever left behind us, Earthly visions cease to blind us, Fleshly fetters cease to bind us… Ah, ’tis heaven at last!

On the jasper threshold standing, Like a pilgrim safely landing See, the strange bright scene expanding… Ah ’tis heaven at last!

What a city! what a glory! Far beyond the brightest story Of the ages old and hoary… Ah, ’tis heaven at last!

Softest voices silver pealing, Freshest fragrances spirit-healing, Happy hymns around us stealing… Ah, ’tis heaven at last!

Gone the vanity and folly, Gone the dark and melancholy, Come the joyous and the holy… Ah, ’tis heaven at last!

Not a broken blossom yonder, Not a link can snap asunder, Stay’d the tempest, sheathed the thunder… Ah, ’tis heaven at last!

Not a tear-drop ever falleth, Not a pleasure ever palleth, Song to song for ever calleth… Ah, ’tis heaven at last!

Christ Himself the living splendour, Christ the sunlight mild and tender; Praises to the Lamb we render… Ah, ’tis heaven at last!

Now at length the veil is rended, Now the pilgrimage is ended, And the saints their thrones ascended… Ah, ’tis heaven at last!

Broken death’s dread bands that bound us, Life and victory around us, Christ the King Himself hath crowned us… Ah,’tis heaven at last!

Take Up Thy Cross

By Charles William Everest

Take up thy cross, the Saviour said, If thou wouldst My disciple be; Deny thyself, the world forsake, And humbly follow after Me.

Take up thy cross; let not its weight Fill thy weak soul with vain alarm; His strength shall bear thy spirit up, And brace thy heart, and nerve thine arm.

Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame, Nor let thy foolish pride rebel; The Lord for thee the cross endured To save thy soul from death and hell.

Take up thy cross, then, in His strength, And calmly every danger brave; ‘Twill guide thee to a better home, And lead to victory o’er the grave.

Take up thy cross, and follow Christ, Nor think till death to lay it down; For only he who bears the cross May hope to wear the glorious crown.

A Voice from Hell

By Oscar C. Eliason

Oh, why am I here in this place of unrest When others have entered the land of the blest? God’s way of salvation was preached unto men; I heard it and heard it, again and again.

Why did I not listen and turn from my sin And open my heart and let Jesus come in? For vain earthly pleasures my soul did I sell The way I had chosen has brought me to hell.

I wish I were dreaming, but ah, it is true. The way to be saved I had heard and I knew; My time on the earth, oh, so quickly fled by, How little I thought of the day I would die.

When God’s Holy Spirit was pleading with me, I hardened my heart and I turned from His plea. The way that was sinful, the path that was wide, I chose and I walked till the time that I died.

Eternally now, I must dwell in this place. If I from my memory could but erase The thoughts of my past which are haunting me so. Oh, where is a refuge to which I can go?

This torture and suff’ring, how long can I stand? For Satan and demons this only was planned. God’s refuge is Jesus, the One that I spurned; He offered salvation, but from Him I turned.

My brothers and sisters I wish I could warn. Far better ‘twould be if I had not been born. The price I must pay is too horrid to tell My life without God led directly to Hell.

Oh, soul without Christ, will these words be your cry? God’s Word so declares it that all men must die. From hell and its terrors, Oh, flee while you may! So, come to the Saviour; He’ll save you today!

Out of the Depths

By John Newton

It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; ‘Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.

Dear Name! the Rock on which I build My Shield and Hiding-place; My never-failing Treasury fill’d With boundless stores of grace.

By Thee my prayers acceptance gain, Although with sin defiled; Satan accuses me in vain, And I am own’d a child.

Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King; My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring.

Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I’ll praise Thee as I ought.

Till then I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of Thy Name Refresh my soul in death!

One Day at a Time

One day at a time, with its failures and fears, With its hurts and mistakes, with its weakness and tears, With its portion of pain and its burden of care; One day at a time we must meet and must bear.

One day at a time to be patient and strong, To be calm under trial and sweet under wrong; Then its toiling shall pass and its sorrow shall cease; It shall darken and die, and the night shall bring peace.

One day at a time – but the day is so long, And the heart is not brave, and the soul is not strong, O Thou pitiful Christ, be Thou near all the way; Give courage and patience and strength for the day.

Swift cometh His answer, so clear and so sweet; “Yea, I will be with thee, thy troubles to meet; I will not forget thee, nor fail thee, nor grieve; I will not forsake thee; I never will leave.”

Not yesterday’s load we are called on to bear, Nor the morrow’s uncertain and shadowy care; Why should we look forward or back with dismay? Our needs, as our mercies, are but for the day.

One day at a time, and the day is His day; He hath numbered its hours, though they haste or delay. His grace is sufficient; we walk not alone; As the day, so the strength that He giveth His own.

—Annie Johnson Flint