A SNIPPET OUT OF THE OLD DAYS
PRAYER IS THE SOUL’S SINCERE DESIRE
James Montgomery (1771–1854) When the Reverend Edward Bickersteth had written his Treatise on Prayer, he turned to newspaper editor James Montgomery to write a hymn about prayer that he could use in his book. Today Rev. Bickersteth’s volume has been long forgotten, but the newspaperman’s hymn is still being sung. This hymn is a theological definition in poetic form. What is prayer? Bickersteth may have said it more completely, but Montgomery defined it simply. (Montgomery later said he received more praise for this hymn than anything else he had written.) Many years after he retired, Montgomery continued to conduct family prayer meetings in his home. After he closed one such meeting of prayer, he walked quietly to his room. The next day he was found unconscious on the floor and later died. As he had written in this hymn, prayer is the Christian’s “watchword at the gates of death; he enters heaven with prayer.” This is what he wrote:
Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed,
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.
Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice,
Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice
And cry, “Behold, he prays!”
Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath,
The Christian’s native air,
His watchword at the gates of death;
He enters heaven with prayer.
O Thou, by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way;
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod:
Lord, teach us how to pray!
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The Matthew 13 LLV123 recording has a special exposition for those who've not realised the need to discern between those of the world and those of the Body of Yeshua.
Thought for today: Shabbat September 11: Live Victoriously
Without a struggle there can be no victory; the best helmsman is known in the storm; the soldier proves himself in the war.
This is what the Lord says: Maintain justice and do what is right, for My Salvation is close at hand and My Righteousness will soon be revealed --- Is. 56:1
O Holy Spirit, fill me with wisdom and knowledge because in You I find strength to live victoriously for Christ. For this I will forever praise and thank You, amein
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Today's Poem
Not Yet
Sometimes I ask the question,
"My Lord, is this Your will?"
It's then I hear You answer me,
"My Precious Child... be still."
Sometimes I feel frustrated,
'Cause I think I know what's best.
It's then I hear You say to me,
"My Busy Child... just rest."
Sometimes I feel so lonely
And I think I'd like a mate.
Your still small voice gets
Oh so clear and says,
"My Child...please wait."
"I know the plans I have for you,
The wondrous things you'll see;
If you can just be patient, Child,
And put your trust in Me.
I've plans to draw you closer.
I've plans to help you grow.
There's much I do you cannot see
And much you do not know.
But know this, Child...
I LOVE YOU.
You are precious unto Me.
Before I formed you in the womb,
I planned your destiny.
I've something very special
I hope for you to learn.
The gifts I wish to give to you
Are gifts you cannot earn.
They come without a price tag,
But not without a cost;
At Calvary, I gave My son,
So You would not be lost.
Rest Child, and do not weary
Of doing what is good.
I promise I'll come back for you
Just like I said I would.
Your name is written on My palm,
I never could forget;
Therefore, do not be discouraged
When My answer is...NOT YET."
Praying Psalm 29
Honour your Lord, my wearing soul! Honour your Lord for His glory and strength. Honour your God for the glory of His Name. I will worship my Lord in the splendour of His holiness. The voice of my King echoes above the sea. My God of Glory Thunders. O Lord, You thunder over the mighty sea. Your voice Lord is powerful; Your voice is majestic. O my mighty Protector, Your voice splits the mighty cedars; it shatters the cedars of my enemy. You make my enemies’ mountains skip like a calf; You make their sanctuaries leap like a young wild ox. Your voice O Lord, strikes with bolts of lightning. Your voice makes the barren wilderness quake; my King shakes the wilderness in which my enemy hide. You twists mighty oaks when Your voice sounds from heaven and You strips the forests bare. In Your holy Temple, Your elders bow low and Your angels shouts, “Glory!” Because You rule over the floodwaters. You O Lord are the reigning King forever. Hallelujah to Your mighty Name! You give Your people strength. Bless us then, with Your peace, amein.