Serving the Lord Poems
Traveling on your knees Service is not spelled serve-us
I Can't The u in Jesus
Being a blessing
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Traveling on your knees
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Last night I took a journey
To a land across the seas.
I didn't go by ship or plane
I traveled on my knees.

I saw so many people there
In bondage to their sin,
And Jesus told me I should go,
That there were souls to win.

But I said "Jesus, I can't go
To lands across the seas."
He answered quickly, "Yes, you can
By traveling on your knees."

He said, "You pray, I'll meet the need.
You call, and I will hear.
It's up to you to be concerned
For lost souls far and near."

And so I did; knelt in prayer,
Gave up some hours of ease,
And with the Savior by my side,
I traveled on my knees.

As I prayed on, I saw souls saved
And twisted persons healed,
I saw God's workers strength renewed
While laboring in the field.

I said, "Yes Lord, I'll take the job.
Your heart I want to please.
I'll heed Your call and swiftly go
By traveling on my knees."

(Author Unknown)
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I Can't
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When called upon to do some thing
For God or fellow man
I always find a good excuse
To back out if I can.
I can't get up in front of folks
And pray or testify,
And I know someone else can help
My neighbor more than I.
I can't talk in front of people
And Lord knows I can't sing,
And when you come right down to it
I can't do anything.
So I get up and go to church
When Sunday morning comes
And I feel like by doing this
My Christian duty's done.

And now I stand with all mankind
Before the great white throne
To be rewarded for good works.
But what if I have none?
I see some souls placed on God's left
And some placed on His right,
I start to feel uncomfortable,
And then I'm filled with fright.
I find that I can speak up now
Before this multitude.
I can pray and testify,
Then plead and beg some too.
"Lord, I know I've not done much,
You know I've been no saint.
But Lord, please place me on your right."
And He replies, "I can't."

(M. Melton, USA)
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Service is not spelled serve-us
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Prepare my heart for serving,
Let my spirit heed Your call;
In obedience to the Father,
Our Lord and King of all.

Fill my thoughts with You, Lord,
Renew my mind today...
I give you full control,
In the things I do and say.

Take these hands You gave me,
And use them for Your good...
To glorify Your Kingdom,
In the ways I know I should.

Remove all doubt within me,
Lord, I trust You'll find a way,
To mold me in Your image...
As I walk with You today.

(Author Unknown)
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The u in Jesus
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Before U were thought of or time had begun,
God even stuck U in the name of His Son.
And each time U pray, you'll see it's true
You can't spell out JesUs and not include U.

You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For U, He was born; that's why He came.
And His great love for U is the reason He died.
It even takes U to spell crUcified.

Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with U in His plan.
The stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew,
And this word resUrrection is spelled with a U.

When JesUs left earth at His upward ascension,
He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.
"Go into the world and tell them it's true
That I love them all - Just like I love U."

So many great people are spelled with a U,
Don't they have a right to know JesUs too?
It all depends now on what U will do,
He'd like them to know, but it all starts with U. ~Author unknown~

(Author Unknown)
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Being a blessing
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I knelt to pray when day was done
And prayed, "O Lord, bless everyone,
Lift from each saddened heart the pain
And let the sick be well again."

And then I woke another day
And carelessly went on my way,
The whole day long I did not try
To wipe a tear from any eye.

I did not try to share the load
Of any brother on the road.
I did not even go to see
The sick man just next door to me.

Yet once again when day was done
I prayed, "O Lord, bless everyone."
But as I prayed, into my ear
There came a voice that whispered clear,

"Pause now, my son, before you pray.
Whom have you tried to bless today?
God's sweetest blessing always go
By hands that serve him here below."

And then I hid my face and cried,
"Forgive me, God, I have not tried,
But let me live another day
And I will live the way I pray."

(Author Unknown)
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