Let’s keep our hearts in God’s heart,
It’s a new day, the sun is rising,
And as I look, and see God’s beauty,
Read in His book, and do my duty,
I’ll live for Him, and shine like His Son,
Each victory win, until the day is done.
Chorus:
Oh Lord, I thank you for Your kindness,
Oh Lord, I thank you for Your joy,
Oh Lord, I thank you for Your goodness,
And I’ll praise you with ALL I am,
And ALL I have to give.
One day over a year ago, I was sitting with our granddaughter and she began to sing a little tune: “Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow.” I’d never heard it before, so I looked it up online. I found it among a half-hour video with lots of fun songs. Eventually that song collection became one of our favorites, even playing it when driving to and from her home in our car [yes, we have our very own car seat just for that purpose].
That reminds me of finding joy in the Lord and singing in our hearts each day. Jesus was full of joy and wanted us to have that joy too.
Love, love, love. “All you need is love.” The Beatles sang about it. God IS LOVE.
1 John 4:8:
He that loveth not knoweth not God; for GOD IS LOVE.
John’s first letter has A LOT TO SAY about love.
Meek. That’s how I want to live.
Our “heart” is who we are. We want to give ALL that we are to love and serve our heavenly Father. That’s what Jesus showed us to do.
God looks on our hearts. That’s where the essence of life begins and lives.
Night Has Fallen, Day Will ComeNight has fallen, gone the sun, across the earthly shores.
Gone the brilliant Helios, to cross celestial doors.
In the night, the stars above, reflect Creator’s zeal
To shine down deep inside our hearts, His passion there to seal.
Night has fallen, men do cease, their labors under sun.
They go to rest and seek for peace, when all their work is done.
Open hearts, they thank the Lord, and lay down weary heads,
With prayerful songs that echo sweetly from their downy beds.
Day will come, its copper rays will warm the chill of night.
Illumined earth will once again be rich and green and bright.
Man will venture forth to serve and take his just, good yoke.
Basking in the Gospel light, words that our Savior spoke.
Day will come through eons vast, a day that has no ceasing.
A timeless time with bodies new, all tears and grief releasing.
For God will send His Son again, to raise us to a life,
That never ends, filled with His love, free from all pain and strife.
A Hymn of Thanks and PraiseAll praise to God my Father,
from Whom all blessings come.
He fills me with His spirit,
the vict’ry has been won.
Though I’ve been but a sinner;
aloof, adrift, unsure.
He gave His only Son for me,
to make me whole and pure.
All thanks to Jesus Christ my Lord,
the Savior of all men.
He gave his life—his very breath—
to save us to the end.
To die upon a wretched cross,
and in a tomb be laid.
He rose above all death and sin,
eternal life to gain.
Could I but ever praise enough,
or shout in victory.
Could every mortal tongue awake,
in one grand symphony.
‘Twere not enough—the boundless love
and grace—were we to speak.
And tell of God’s almighty power
through Jesus Christ, the meek.
I have the blessing to talk with my Mom often during the week. She has been a faithful friend and wise counselor all my life. And her prayers are close to God’s heart. Here’s a poem for Ruth Cecilia Slavit.