Monday, 22 October 2007
One of my doors is now closed.
I'm hard pressed on every side, but i will not be crushed.
I'm perplexed, but i will not be in despair.
I'm struck down, but i will not be destroyed.
And b'cos ... ...
God never touches the heart with a trial without intending to bring upon it some grander gift, some tenderer benediction.
When did God take anything from a man, without giving him manifold more in return?
.... .... I'm comforted to know that today will not be the limit of God's working time! :O
When the frosts are in the valley,
And the mountain tops are grey,
And the choicest buds are blighted,
And the blossoms die away,
A loving Father whispers,"This cometh from my hand";
Blessed are ye if ye trust
Where ye cannot understand.
If, after years of toiling,
Your wealth should fly away
And leave your hands all empty,
And your locks are turning grey,
Remember then your Father
Owns all the sea and land;
Blessed are ye if ye trust
Where ye cannot understand.
Am still praying hard for IT and submitting IT to God's timing,
AMEN!