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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
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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
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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 worshipped 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
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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
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Have you ever asked the question" If God is all-powerful and all-loving,then why do I suffer"??
This universal question has spanned the centuries, perplexing some, discouraging others. I do not have a prefabricated
answer. The suffering I have seen and, at times, personally endured defies neatly configured definition. I can
only tell you what I have discovered, what the Bible says, and trust that God will provide understanding.
It helps to realize that suffering was not part of God's original plan. There were no screams of pain, no mental
impairments, no physical handicaps at creation. Neither is suffering allowed entrance into the heavenly kingdom
we one day will occupy. Suffering came with man's fall; and as long as the world and its inhabitants are in revolt
against God, it must be dealt with. But our wrestling is against the backdrop of an all-powerful God who loved
us enough to cast His only son, Jesus Christ, into this caldron of trouble and woe. The Savior whom you call upon
in distress is One who empathizes with your agony and hurt, for He Himself has suffered.
Suffering refines our faith. The trivial is exercised, the essential is emphasized. Do we believe God in the face
of it all? If so, we will grow and be strengthened. Suffering prepares us to comfort others. Words from smiling,
indifferent faces to wounded hearts mean little; but words from a fellow sufferer support and uplift. Suffering
removes artificial props of security and resets the stage of our personal world with new dependence on Christ.
We cannot change the circumstance. We must trust God. As Jesus entrusted Himself to the Father on the cross, so
we too must entrust ourselves to our Savior.
Suffering is real. Don't deny it, but don't succumb to it. There is an end to it. And the God of all love can bring
meaning and purpose to the darkest hour." The God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ,
after you have suffered a while, will Himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast"(I Peter
5:10). This is God's promise to you.
I hope this maybe can bless your heart!!!!
Brandi Messer
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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
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HELL IS REAL!
There is a Hell, for those who don't know,
It's not a big party place to go,
It's filled with people who choose not to believe,
And declined God's wonderful gift to receive.
I've read all about the suffering you'll know,
If that is the place you are willing to go.
A fire there burns always ten times hotter than ours,
There's all kinds of room for cheaters and liars.
No God doesn't send one single soul to this place,
But wipe that smug look clean of your face,
People go there more often than Heaven, even now,
Because we seal our own fate,
When at the cross we won't bow.
Our God is loving and kind, this is true,
That's why He sent His Son to die for me and you,
But He will not force this free gift on you friend,
You have to except it before your life here ends.
If you choose to wait, I'm sad to say,
Many people have tried that and waited to late.
And now in Hell they wish they could tell you,
Trust God today, before it's to late for you too!
By: Theresa Carle
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