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With All my Heart

If ever I loved Thee my Jesus tis now. In this quiet place with You I bow before Your throne. I bare the deepest part of me to You and You alone. I keep no secrets for there is no thought You have not known. I bring my best and all the rest to you and lay them down.

With all my heart I want to love You Lord and live my life each day to know You  more. All that is in me is Yours completely. I’ll serve You only with all my heart.

You faithfully supply my needs according to Your plan so help me Lord to seek Your face before I seek Your hand. And trust You know what’s best for me when I don’t understand then follow in obedience in every circumstance.

With all my heart I want to love You Lord and live my life each day to know You  more. All that is in me is Yours completely. I’ll serve You only with all my heart.


Until He comes/Changed (medley)

Until He comes this world will never know its peace. Until He comes mankind can only crave. Until He comes, God’s plan can never be complete, until He comes triumphant o’er the grave.

But when He comes and brings with Him the hosts of heav’n. God’s final victory will be complete. Unnumbered hosts alongwith all creation will sing “Glory to the Lamb”. glory to the lamb, glory to the lamb” before the throne and at His feet.

In only a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the sound of the trumpet, we will see Him come. In only a moment will behold him in the sky, And the Lord Himself will take us home.

We shall all be change, caught up to heaven in a cloud of glory. We shall all be changed transformed in victory. Death, where is thy  sting? God conquered death and hell. We shall all be changed, we shall be changed.

We shall all be changed, caught up to heaven in a cloud of glory, we shall all be changed, transformed in victory . Death, where is thy sting? God conquered death and hell. We shall all be changed, we shall all be changed. Changed!


No More Nights

The timeless theme, earth and heaven will pass away, It’s a dream, God will make all things new that day. Gone is the curse from which I stumbled and fell, evil is banished to eternal hell.

No more night, no more pain, no more tears, never crying again. Praises to the great “I AM” we will live in the light of the risen Lamb.

See all around, now the nation  bow down to sing, The only sound is the praises to Christ our King. Slowly the names from the book are read. I know the King, there’s no need to dread.

No more nights, no more pain, no more tears, never crying again. Praises to the great “I AM” we will live in the light of the risen Lamb.

See over there, It’s a mansion prepared for me where I can live with my Saviour eternally

No more nights, no more pains, no more tears, never crying again. Praises to the great “I AM” we will live in the light of the risen Lamb. We will live in the light of the risen Lamb. Hallelujah  to the risen Lamb!

I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night.
He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, "Are you there, God?" he said. "Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed..."

I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in.

He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult.

He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.

I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life?

Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and- cheese for dinner, and later to bed.

The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.

He does not seem dissatisfied.

He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.

He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.

And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. "That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!" Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.

His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.

And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips.

He doesn't know what discontentment means.

His life is simple.

He will never know the entanglements of wealth, of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.

His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.

He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.

He is not obsessed with his work, or the work of others. His heart is pure.

He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.

Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.

Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an "educated" person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.

In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.

It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions.

It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap, I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care.

Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.

And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.

Kevin won't be surprised at all!

    Recently, I stopped by a convenience store to get a newspaper and a pack of gum. The young woman at the check-out counter said, “That’ll be five dollars please,” and as I reached into my wallet, the thought occurred to me that a newspaper and gum didn’t quite make it to five dollars. When I looked up to get a “re-quote”, she had a big smile on her face and said, “Gotcha! I got to get my tip in there somehow!” I laughed when I knew I’d been had. She then glanced down at the paper I was buying and said, “I’m sick and tired of all this negative stuff on the front pages. I want to read some good news for a change.” She then said, “In fact, I think someone should just publish a Good News newspaper – a paper with wonderful, inspirational stories about people overcoming adversity and doing good things for others. I’d buy one every day!” She then thanked me for coming in and said, “Maybe we’ll get lucky tomorrow; maybe we’ll get some good news,” and she laughed. She made my day.
    The following day after my business appointments, I dropped by the same store again to pick up bottled water, but a different young lady was behind the counter. As I checked out I said, “Good afternoon” and handed her my money for the water. She said nothing – not a word, not a smile…nothing. She just handed me my change and in a negative tone ordered…“Next!”
    It hit me right between the eyes: Two people, same age; one made me feel great, and the other, well, made me feel that I had inconvenienced her by showing up.
    By the choices we make, by the attitudes we exhibit, we are influencing lives every day in positive or negative ways…our family, our peers, our friends, and even strangers we’ve never met before and will never meet again.
    So when you brush your teeth every morning, look in the mirror and ask yourself this important question: Who do I want to be today? “The Grouch” or “The Good News Girl”? Your answer will go a long way toward determining the joy and happiness that you will experience in your life.