| Psalmist David was a man after God's own heart, he desired only to reach and speak with the Almighty. The psalms of David have inspired many to write their own daily praises, I am no different then these. This week I have selected several of the devotionals that I have written and I hope that in the future I can print some others. Perhaps some of yours. Please send in some of your psalms, stories, or just a note to say "Hello." My sister and I would love to hear from you. Send all correspondence to the address below. Oh, Son of God, mighty Christ Child, give mercy to a babe in Christ and a seeker of the Holy Ghost. Lend to me your ear that is not too heavy. Extend unto me thy arm that is not too short. Caress me and turn not away. Give me thy precious Holy Ghost. Please O Master of all, King of all creation, turn not thy back on your willing servant, but allow me the Amazing Grace of seeing thy Holy One, Jesus Christ. The Son of the Highest. O Great God. I see your mighty works and am amazed. This same God that protected and fed the children of Israel in the wilderness of trials is now abiding in His children. This same God that healed the leper and kept the widow's barrel full; that called Lazareth from his tomb of sleep; this same Jesus created the delicate, beautiful butterfly, formed the mysterious bee and gave the rose its lovely smell. Truly, what a mighty God we serve. Give ear unto my supplications, O Lord of all, hear the cry of thy Son. Oh blessed Redeemer, my salvation, and my all. Hear now and extend unto me thy Hand of righteousness. Lift me out of the mire of sin in which I sleep. The tomb that doth seal my soul. Release me, thou vile man of sin, and fill me O God. Take now this earthen vessel, fill it with thy Holy water, and let not this mind, that sin can corrupt, defy any longer the spirit of God. Let me not heap to myself teachers, that scratch my carnal ears. But let me take to heart the correction of the eternal King and turn not my mind to the den of thieves. Have mercy upon me, wash me in thy Holy, cleansing blood. Let my prays be put forth as a sweet smell and my life an acceptable sacrifice unto God. Let not my way depart from thy paths and turn me not aside lest I fall besieged with sin. Grant unto me thy most Holy promise. Deliver me from the net that is set before and harken unto my call. Thou will not abide in an unclean temple. Nor one that is spotted by flesh, sin, and guile. Grant me thy promise oh my God. Give me the sweet, mysteries of Godliness. That I might worship thee in Sprit and in Truth. My heart doth rejoice in the presents of my God. For He maketh me to sing in the streets of the city, in the market place I will praise Him. When my soul is in despair, thou maketh me to rejoice. When my tree seemeth to have no buds, thou maketh me to bloom. When my eye have no more tears in them, thou maketh my soul to lament before thy throne with JOY. When the times of my seasons have not yet come, thou, O God of my youth, maketh me to bring forth ripe fruit abundantly. When the times be accomplished that I should die, behold thou maketh me to live forever. When my desire for thee doth slack, thou maketh me to feel the emptiness of being alone. O my God, thou God of my salvation. How long wilt thou hide thy face far from me. How often would You have gathered me up into You, yet I heeded not thy call. Yet thou hast not forsaken me, but hath remembered the bride of thy youth. O before thou made the Heavens and their fulness, before thou created the earth and its fulness, before thou formed man upon the earth which thou hath created, before flesh became lower then the Heavens thou hath made, I was thy Beloved. Behold thou, O God, are my fullness and I am thine. O Lord, Christ, in the times that I should be barren, thou hath made me to bring forth. In the times that my womb should be empty, Holy Creator, thou hath made me to conceive. Give ear now unto my supplications and harken unto my cry. Let me never lose sight of thy throne and never leave from thy path of Holiness. Though the gate be small and the way may be narrow, I shall never quite calling upon thy name O most holy Father. For thy name is above all jewels and thy name is finer than choice gold. Though the gold be purified thousands of times, thou are much purer then it. There be no dross in thy residue, neither any waist in thy pot. For behold, God hath done a new thing in this earth. He hath made the end the beginning and the beginning hath become the end, and all are become one in Christ. |
| DAILY PRAISES by Clint Nobles |
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