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Poems that send dartsđŻto touch our heartsâ¤ď¸
A hug isnât just arms around shoulders, or warmth for a passing day sometimes itâs heaven whispering gently, âChild, Iâm with youâcome what may.â
For hugs can come through people, or prayers we never hear, through friends who step beside us when the road is steep or unclear.
They lift a heart thatâs weary, they calm a trembling soul, they remind us we are treasured and that God can make us whole.
When life feels heavy and lonely, and the journey seems too long, a hug speaks what words cannot âYouâre seen, youâre safe, stay strong.â
So may we give them freely, to the broken and the blessed, for in loving one another we do what Jesus taught best.
Because hugs arenât just comfort theyâre ministry in disguise; theyâre grace wrapped in kindness, and love no heart denies.
So let every embrace remind us, in joy or adversity that God uses simple moments to grow us spiritually. đ¤đ
Jhn 13:34Â Â A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another.
Whether you gather as one or twenty-one around the spread, whether the table is simple or filled with pie, blessing, and bread thereâs something far greater than turkey, far sweeter than pumpkin or rolls: itâs the presence of Christ at the table, the One who nourishes souls.
For Thanksgiving isnât the number, or how fancy the china may be itâs hearts that remember Godâs goodness, and voices lifted gratefully.
Some homes echo laughter like music, some sit quiet in peace and grace, but every home becomes holy when Jesus is given a place.
Set Him a seat in the center, not just the edge of the day invite Him into the moment, into the meal, into your praise.
For blessings feel fuller with Jesus, and gratitude deepens and grows when the Giver is honored first gently before the blessing flows.
So whether your home is crowded or you hold this day quietly still, let Thanksgiving be more than tradition let it be worship and Godâs will.
Because the table is never empty when Christ is invited to stay and the heart is forever richer when Jesus is honored today.
Pharaoh tried to shake my faith, to make me fear, to hesitate. He thought his power could confine what God had promised would be mine.
He tested strength, he tested will, tried bending truth with threats and skill. But when the Lordâs command aligned I left not one small hoof behind.
For when God speaks, His word is sure, His plan is mighty, strong, and pure. No piece forgotten, no heart resigned no sheep, no ox, no hoof behind.
So now I stand with faith restored, trusting fully in the Lord. For victory comes when hearts combine with God, we leave no hoof behind.
Exo 10:26Â Â Our livestock also must go with us; not a hoof shall be left behind, for we must take of them to serve the LORD our God, and we do not know with what we must serve the LORD until we arrive there.â
Stand still and let the world grow quiet, let busy thoughts no longer riot. For in the calm, when noise grows odd, youâll see the wondrous works of God.
Stand still and watch the sunrise bloom, soft colors breaking morningâs gloom; the mountains holding ancient sod silent witnesses to God.
Stand still beside the oceanâs roar, where waves have kissed the timeless shore; each one obeys His staff and rod a rhythm written out by God.
Stand still and let your heart agree: thereâs more than what your eyes can see. In every breath, on every sod, is proof of wondrous works of God.
So pause, be still, and lift your praise for all His goodness, all His ways; and let your awe be your applaud: Stand still and honor God.
Job 37:14Â Â Hearken unto this, O Job: stand still, and consider the wondrous works of God.
If a Christian doesnât carry his weight, the chain of love is broken for the gospel was never meant to be only lived, but spoken.
We are links in a holy story, welded by Christâs sacrifice; not saved to sit in silence, but to share His love with life.
For someone waits in darkness, someone aches to know that grace is more than rumor, and hope can still grow.
If we shrink back in comfort, or hide truth out of fear, then the chain grows weaker a soul left longing to hear.
But when love turns to action, and faith walks out its call, every link is strengthened and God is glorified in all.
So speak with kindness and courage, serve boldly, pray without end for Christ shared His love with us so we could share it again.
If a Christian doesnât carry his weight, the mission stands undone but when every heart steps forward, the world is reached⌠one soul⌠one word⌠one act of love at a time until all know the Son.
đ Romans 10:14 âHow shall they believe in Him of whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without someone preaching?â
đ A Thanksgiving Prayer đ Inspired by Psalm 100:4â5
Enter His gates with thanksgiving, Come boldly with praise in your heartâ For every breath is a blessing, And every sunrise a brand-new start.
Give thanks to the One who formed us, Who knows each tear we cry; Whose mercy flows like a river, Whose love no sin can deny.
For the Lord is good and gracious, His kindness never endsâ He lifts the brokenhearted And calls strangers His friends.
His steadfast love endures forever, Through seasons of joy and pain; From the first cry of creation To the last whisper of our name.
And His faithfulness stands unshaken, From fathers to daughters and sonsâ A covenant written in heaven, A promise that never comes undone.
So today, with hearts overflowing, We pause from the rush and the noiseâ To remember the Giver of blessings, Not merely the gifts we enjoy.
Lord, receive our praise and thanksgivingâ Not just from our lips, but our lives; May our worship be more than a moment, May it echo through all of our days.
Amen. đ§Ąđď¸
Psa 100:4Â Â Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name! Psa 100:5Â Â For the LORD is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations.
In the grace of dawn, a prayer unfurls,
For Christians, gratitude in everyday swirls.
Each sunrise whispers, a hymn to say,
In their hearts, it's Thanksgiving Day.
Blessings counted like grains of sand,
Faith woven strong, a divine strand.
Every moment, a gift to hold,
A symphony of thanks, beautifully bold.
Through trials and triumphs, they find,
Reasons to praise, in heart and mind.
For in their journey, a sacred art,
Grateful souls, from the very start.
Not just a season, but a lifelong song,
In every echo, thanksgiving strong.
For Christian hearts, a constant ray,
Every day, their Thanksgiving Day.
November 19, 2023
MarkWaldrop
