Let me fall before Your throne at Your feet,
My Attiq Yomin,
Where I can worship You,
And worship You alone,
And bands of angels all about,
Singing praises to Your name.
Ancient of Days,
You’re without End;
You are Everlasting to Everlasting,
Never changing;
You always remain the same.
MAGNIFY
Written By Linda A. Knowles
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O Magnify the Lord with me-
Praise to Him, the King of kings!
And I shall lift my voice to sing of His everlasting goodness,
The goodness of The Mighty Sovereign King!
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Almighty God!
You reign supreme,
For You are the God Most High,
And none compares to You, My God,
The Holy, Righteous One.
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You are the Horn of My Salvation,
Exalted far above all the earth,
And You are strong and glorious,
Mighty to save,
Giver of Life,
Everlasting Father,
And You are One!
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“Be still and know that I am God! I will be honored by every nation. I will be honored throughout the world.”
-Psalm 46:10
God’s victory is certain.
At the final victory, we’ll stand in awe, speechless before the All Powerful God. It is only right to honor Him and greatly revere Him while we have breath, to give Him honor and to glorify Him, beholding His splendor and majesty.
As we walk with God, it is important to take time out daily to be still in His presence, recognizing and knowing He is God, worthy of all praise and honor.
“Acknowledge that the Lord is good! He made us, and we are His. We are His people, the sheep of His pasture.”
-Psalm 100:3
As children of God, we’re to acknowledge God in all we do. When we praise Him and speak of His goodness and His glory, we’re focusing on and acknowledging the One Who Created us and the One Who has ordered our steps. When we obey God, we acknowledge He is Lord over all, seeking only His approval, not man’s approval. When we worship and bow before Him, we’re acknowledging Him as King. No one compares to Him, and there is no other God but Him. When we daily submit and present ourselves as a living sacrifice to God, we’re acknowledging His sovereignty in our lives.
Let’s remember to keep our focus on Him, recognizing He is God and in control. He is the Rock, and He is bigger than any problem or circumstance. Never forget His goodness, and always count the blessings He has given you.
Be blessed, and have a great day, Everyone!
Change is not an easy thing for us, but change is necessary if there is to be growth. We can either let circumstances and problems shape us through the time they are happening or let them defeat us, but it is through the process of change, our metamorphosis, our character is strengthened; that time of change is a time for learning what our strengths and weaknesses are. Rather than fight whatever problem or circumstances you find yourself in, embrace it. Ask yourself what can you learn even through the most difficult times of life. The end result of change is all of us being made more beautiful.
Those moments I hold so close to my heart, those moments with the God I believe in… pen, paper, bible… quiets my soul like nothing else- a place of solitude and simple meditation. In those moments of talking with God, my mind finds itself clearing, the dross of my life being taken out. In those moments, His mercy and grace covers me and extends forgiveness and healing, His Word speaking life in only the way His Word can.
“One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in his temple.” -Psalm 27:4
DAMSEL IN DISTRESS
Written By Linda A. Knowles
Peeled herself up off the floor,
Her world – Fallen apart,
Feeling hopeless.
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She is the damsel in distress.
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Everything she knew,
She now no longer knew;
And what she didn’t know,
She now knew.
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As she crumpled once again to the floor…
No place to call her own,
Except for her place in Heaven,
Longing for her eternal home,
And seeing things around her she needs to live for.
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She called out,
Though nothing came from her mouth,
And she shouted out,
Though no one could hear.
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The tears that streaked her face seemed never-ending,
And the tire tracks of nervousness,
Imprinted on her heart, mind, body, soul.
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She rode out her nights,
Imprisoned in her mind,
Woke up terrified by screaming,
To find it was her own.
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She not knowing where to go,
Not knowing what to do,
She could only look upward,
And in her cries of desperation,
Not heard by anyone,
Were heard by the Father above,
Who rapped His arms around her in love.
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The road has been long,
And weary she has been,
Still traveling this road,
That will soon come to an end.
WHERE HORSES RUN FREE
Written By Linda A. Knowles
Lush green meadows
as far as the eye can see.
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Wild flowers springing up all about;
Fragrance filling the air,
after the wind-driven rain of the night,
where horses run free,
where they gather to graze.
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That I should run so so free,
With no fear of what is ahead,
Or what lies beyond the tomorrow.
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Wildly free,
Like the way horses run,
And then to rest;
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And enjoy places such as flower-filled meadows,
where horses run wild and free.
SILVER GRAYED WOLF
Written By Linda A. Knowles
Plucked out from forbidden pleasure,
The silver grayed wolf showed his face,
Ghastly color of sin and death displayed…
Across his face.
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Having come out from his wooded home,
He growls only to find a lamb wandering;
He nears the lamb who comes up to him,
And the silver grayed wolf pounces,
Holding the lamb down,
His teeth piercing the lamb.
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Badly injured,
Lamb laid out before him,
And the silver grayed wolf looks up,
Drunk on the blood from the wounded lamb.
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Zoning out,
Silver grayed wolf just stares ahead,
And upon the branch of a tree nearby,
Now hangs his uniform,
Until once again he needs to dress as a lamb.
LET ME LIE
Written By Linda A. Knowles
Let me lie
where poppies grow
where I can be covered
by a blanket of fresh fallen snow
where dreams can freely dance through my mind
A place where there’s no need to keep time.
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Let me lie
in fields of green
where I can see jewels growing on trees
were clouds are cotton-candied shaped
where curtains of reality are no longer draped.
I find it disturbing how many of those that claim to be Christians want to push the blood of Jesus Christ aside as if the blood doesn’t matter. The fact is Christianity is a ‘bloody’ religion (there’s no getting around that) because we believe in the atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ, because of His death, burial, and resurrection which is the core and crux of Christianity.
“And without the shedding of blood, there is no forgiveness.”
Hebrews 9:22
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Christ considered us very valuable, and we are told by Him, in John 10:18, “No one can take My life from Me. I sacrifice it voluntarily. For I have the authority to lay it down when I want to and also to take it up again. For this is what My Father has commanded.” To know you are so valuable He would lay down His life to die for you is not only thought-provoking but also an awesome thought; to know God sent His Son, Jesus Christ, to die on the cross for our sins, shows us how much God loves us. We are told in Romans 5:8, “But God showed His great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners.”
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I’m so grateful and thankful because it is by the blood I have been saved, sanctified, healed, and delivered from sin. And Jesus is still saving and healing and delivering today. If we continue reading Romans 5, we see in verses 9-10, “And since we have been made right in God’s sight by the blood of Christ, He will certainly save us from God’s condemnation. For since our friendship with God was restored by the death of His Son while we were still His enemies, WE WILL CERTAINLY BE SAVED THROUGH THE LIFE OF HIS SON.”
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This is the Good News of Jesus Christ. He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. He died for us, was buried, but He didn’t stay buried. He conquered death, hell, and the grave; and He has made us victorious. He is alive, and He still changes lives today. We have forgiveness for our sins because Jesus paid the ultimate sacrifice.
DASHANA
Written By Linda A. Knowles
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Running as fast as she can,
Needing to run…
Dashana’s world is one of slavery.
A thankless task,
Underpaid,
Overworked.
Dashana’s plantation,
Where she labors is Pressureland Plantation,
Aptly named,
And though she runs,
The plantation does not outrun her strides.
The Taskmasters…
Tears she shed were countless,
And on so many occasions,
She broke down.
Her tears seemed endless,
And to the Taskmasters,
the tears were another reason to beat and flog her;
To the Taskmasters her tears were insignificant, meaningless, pointless.
To them,
Dashana would always be a slave,
Responding to their every whim,
Surrendering to the point of literally bringing her to her knees.
Yet only one sees her heart as she breaks another run,
And as she lets loose another flood of tears.
Can anyone hear her screaming?
The silent scream that pierces through the darkness…
To reach other horizons,
Where the sunlight is found,
And she wonders will she ever find the freedom she yearns for.
Stained Glass Confessions 