My Day In Prayer
By: Theresa Carle
Many times I start my day, depressed and feeling blue.
It's days like these I know there is someone I can tell my troubles to.
Before my feet even hit the floor, I cry out to my Heavenly Father.
Because anytime I need Him, He says "My child, it's no bother".
Then as my day goes on, often times problems will arise.
I remind myself, God hears my every cry.
So once again, I stow away to a private place
And pray "Oh Father, I need your wondrous grace"!
Finally my day comes to an end and I feel a great relief.
Because I have been with my Father, my friend.
I sigh real big as I settle down.
But on my face there isn't a frown.
Just a sweet peaceful smile.
Because it is time to talk to my God for a while.
My Heavenly Father
By: Theresa Carle
My Heavenly Father,
I come to you in Jesus' name with praise in my heart as I lift your Holy
wonderful name!
You have given me much to praise you for. I humble myself at your
feet. Where I long to sit and listen as you speak to me of your great and
mighty plans for my life. Joy floods my soul as I think of your marvelous
goodness and mercy on me.
I was a mear sinner, caught up in the god of this worlds schemes and games.
No direction in life. No hope for a brighter tomorrow. My life was a wreck.
I was hungry and thirsty, but I could not find anything in this world to
satisfy these longings in my heart. I was cold and dead. Till one day I
met Jesus, Precious Jesus!
Now I am well fed on manna from my Father and the well I'm drinking from
satisfies my soul, for it will never run dry. You lifted me from the mud
and muck and cleaned me up. You provided me with a clean robe, the robe
of righteousness. You took me out of the storms of life and gave me shelter
and made me warm. You gave me purpose for my life and the knowledge that
my tomorrow is safely in Your hands. My dreams are all made new, as I am
made new. The dark cloud that once followed me is changed to bright sunshine.
I will forever lift Your name in praise and fix my eyes on Jesus to guide
my way. I no longer have to carry the burdens of my past nor the pain from
scares that wouldn't heal. You, my Father, took these from my shoulders
and carried them to Calvary! Praise You Lord!
Once an outcast from my earthly family, now received and excepted into
a wonderful new family. I'm a child of the King of all Kings! Glory Hallelujah!
I'm not broken anymore, your loving hand has put me back together better
than ever before. Father, for all the wonderful things You've done for
me, I could never repay. I can only praise You with all my heart. All I
had to offer you was a messed up life and many, many scares. But You adopted
me into Your family just as I was. I love You so very much and I praise
Your Holy Name.
Your Daughter,
Theresa
Who Is He ?
Who is He, Who loves without reason;
Who brings beauty to all seasons;
Who can wipe the tears from all who cry;
Who for our sins, would suffer and die?
Who is He Who knows everything;
Who knows even what tomorrow will bring;
Who can be everywhere at anytime;
Who owns the world without a dime?
Who is He Who gives without taking;
Who can love everyone without faking;
Who could feed us all with one loaf of bread;
Who fooled the ones, who thought He was dead?
Who? My JESUS
By: Theresa Carle
Safe In The Master's Hands
I feel the Masters hand upon my life,
As He carefully whittles me with His carving knife.
Piece by piece, inch by inch, slowly I'm being carved,
I never knew before, how much for my Lord my soul had starved.
But once I placed it all in the Masters hand,
And told Him to mold me according to His plan,
Instantly I knew my poor starving soul had been fed,
And now no test of faith would I any longer dread.
By: Theresa Carle
Dear Jesus
I wish I could have been a shepherd,
and saw you that day,
Just a baby in a manger,
Lying on a pile of hay,
But holier than holy you were,
That special boy,
Who held in your tiny precious hand,
The key to this world's joy.
I wish I could have knelt by you
And worshiped you right then,
Then I would felt the special
Peace those shepherds felt within.
I'm sure it was a feeling that mere
Words could not tell,
When at the sight of you Jesus,
To their knees they fell.
But Jesus that was a very long time ago
And I wasn't born back then.
Jesus I have no gold or silver to give you,
My best is mere copper and tin,
But humbly now I kneel at your feet with pleasure,
Because all the blessings you've given me,
No scales could ever measure!
By: Theresa Carle
A letter from Heaven
Dear Mommy and Daddy,
I just wanted to let you know that I am doing fine.
Jesus is taking really good care of me up here. The day I got
here, Jesus held me in the palm of his hand. With tears in his
eyes ,he pulled me close to his chest as if to tell me, I love
you! Jesus has answered a lot of questions for me since I have
been here. I know you thought you had no choice to make when
you decided that abortion was the only answer. Jesus told me
that you're really sorry that you made that choice now. I
would have been a great child. I would have tried to help you
out and stay out of your way. I would have been really quite,
so I would not have bothered you. I know you could have loved
me, but Mom and Dad, Jesus is a really great Father. He takes
time to talk to me and play with me. I'm really lucky to be
here. I asked Jesus if you would be here with us soon to meet
me. He said you haven't chosen yet if you will be going to
Heaven or Hell, but he sure hopes that you choose his salvation
plan and so do I. I forgive you for aborting me. Jesus calls
it murder, but he said if you would just ask, he would forgive
you too and you could meet me in Heaven. You will be able to
see what a great child I really am. Well, I have to go now.
Jesus wants to play ball with me. I love you. See you soon, I hope.
Love, your son,
John
By: Theresa Carle
A letter from Heaven
Dear Mommy,
I just wanted to let you know I'm having lots of
fun here in Heaven. I know we were never able to get to know each
other, but the time I spent in your tummy, I felt especially close
to you in more ways then one. When you got heart burn, I felt really
sorry for you. Those times that I kicked you, I hope it didn't hurt.
Mommy, I can't help wonder what I did that was so bad that you let that
doctor hurt me like he did? Why did you let him tear my body apart like
that. Well, Jesus put me all back together and I am doing fine now. I
can even play ball and run around now. I really never wanted to hurt
you. Some how I never really knew you, but I still loved you. I hope
I will get to see you one day and tell you that I love you even after
what you did to me. Jesus said that even though what you did to me was
murder, that if you would just ask him to forgive you for your sin, he
will and you can come here to meet me. I would really like for you to
see that I am not a bad boy and I was alive when you did that to me.
Jesus had great plans for our lives, but you will not get the chance
now to see what they were. I know you would have liked me if you would
have given me a chance. Well, I am going to play ball with Jesus now.
I hope I will get the chance to see you soon!
Love, Baby John
By: Theresa Carle