Do you see, do you see
All the people sinking down
Don’t you care, don’t you care
Are you gonna let them drown

How can you be so numb
Not to care if they come
You close your eyes
And pretend the job’s done

“Oh bless me Lord, bless me Lord”
You know it’s all I ever hear
No one aches, no one hurts
No one even sheds one tear

But He cries, He weeps, He bleeds
And He cares for your needs
And you just lay back
And keep soaking it in,
Oh, can’t you see it’s such a sin?

Cause He brings people to your door,
And you turn them away
As you smile and say,
“God bless you, be at peace”
And all heaven just weeps
Cause Jesus came to your door
You’ve left him out on the streets

Open up open up
And give yourself away
You see the need, you hear the cries
So how can you delay

God’s calling and you’re the one
But like Jonah you run
He’s told you to speak
But you keep holding it in,
Oh can’t you see it’s such a sin?

The world is sleeping in the dark
That the church just can’t fight
Cause it’s asleep in the light
How can you be so dead
When you’ve been so well fed
Jesus rose from the grave
And you, you can’t even get out of bed

Oh, Jesus rose from the dead
Come on, get out of your bed

How can you be so numb
Not to care if they come
You close your eyes
And pretend the job’s done
You close your eyes
And pretend the job’s done

Don’t close your eyes
Don’t pretend the jobs done
Come away, come away, come away with Me my love,
Come away, from this mess, come away with Me, my love.

Keith Green

1 Peter 4:7 But the end of all things is at hand: be ye therefore sober, and watch unto prayer.

A foreign soldier was brought before his commanding officer and accused of communicating with the enemy. He had been seen emerging from an area where their troops were known to patrol. The poor man summed up his defense in a few words, stating that he had slipped away to spend an hour alone in prayer. “Have you been in the habit of spending an hour in private prayer?” demanded the officer. “Yes, Sir,” he replied. “Well” said his commander, “never in your life have you been in more need of prayer than right now. Kneel down and pray aloud so that we all may hear you.”

Expecting cruel punishment, maybe even death, the soldier dropped to his knees and poured out his heart to God. His prayer revealed a deep intimacy with God. His earnest fluency, humble appeal for divine intervention, and very evident trust in one who was strong to deliver, told without a doubt that he came regularly to the throne of grace.

“You are free to go,” said the officer. “No one could have prayed that way without a long apprenticeship — soldiers who never attend drill are always ill at ease for the review.”

I heard a statistic not long ago, that the average Christian only spends about seven minutes a day in prayer. We need to practice prayer in our lives that we may be able to endure when trials come our way and stand strong against the enemy and his tactics!

God this is how close I want to be……..I truly do!

God is so good!

¹⁶ You didn’t choose me. I chose you. I appointed you to go and produce lasting fruit, so that the Father will give you whatever you ask for, using my name.

Chose and appointed……………wow!

God is huge……………really really big!

Dear Terri,

Eleven years ago today you became my Wife!

And it was a great day!…………and the beginning of great things that God wants to do through us!

I love you,

Doug

A LOVE POEM TO A MUCH LOVED WIFE 

Glorious stars that dot the night,
   How wonderful you are.
But I will shout with all my might,
   “There’s a greater wonder by far.!”

It is the wonder of my love
   For the wife God gave to me.
For nothing in the heavens above
   Are as awesome as is she.

She lightens up my every night.
   She gives warmth to me in bed.
She feeds my soul with her beauty bright,
   And she makes sure my bodies’ fed.

She meets my need for a best friend,
   And makes me glad to know,
Her love for me will never end,
   But will ever grow and grow.

There’s so much to be thankful for,
   When you find the ideal wife,
For you will love her more and more
   Throughout your earthly life.

And when this life is ended,
   And we join the saints above,
All that sin broke will be mended,
   And we’ll know eternal love.

So the wonder of the starry night
   Has nothing to compare
With this wonder, of which I write,
   The glorious love we share.

Glenn Pease