Good Isn't Good Enough a poem by anauthor unknown
O To Be Like Thee a poem by Mrs. L. E. Sweeney Kirkpatrick
Treasures of the Heart a poem by Inez Bouton
Mt. Zion a poem by Janet Penney
Good Isn't Good Enough !
My Child, beware of "good enough,"
It isn't made of sterling stuff.
It's something anyone can do;
It marks the many from the few.
The flaw which may escape the eye,
And temporarily get by.
Shall weaken underneath the strain,
And wreck the ship, the car, or plane.
With "good enough," the car breaks down,
And one falls short of high renown.
My child, remember and be wise,
In "good enough", disaster lies.
With "good enough," the shirkers stop,
In every factory and shop;
With "good enough," the failures rest,
And lose the one who gives the best.
Who stops at "good enough" shall find,
Success has left them far behind.
For this is true of you and your stuff--
Only the best is "good enough."
O To Be Like Thee!
Mrs. L. E. Sweeney Kirkpatrick
I believe the Lord is calling us to a greater level of holiness...to become and respond more as He would in every situation...to lay aside our pride and our perceived `rights' and desires. And I personally am finding a life of `holiness' is difficult. I understand with Paul, that the good I want to do I don't do and the evil I want to avoid is what I do! I am grieved at my truly great unrighteousness. I came across this old hymn this morning and would like to share it: anni
O to be like Thee, blessed Redeemer: This is my constant longing and prayer;
Gladly I'll forfeit all of earth's treasures, Jesus Thy perfect likeness to wear.
O to be like Thee, O to be like Thee! Blessed Redeemer, Pure as Thou art!
Come in Thy sweetness, Come in Thy fullness,
Stamp Thine own image deep on my heart!
O to be like Thee! Full of compassion, Loving, forgiving, tender and kind,
Helping the helpless, cheering the fainting. Seeking the wand'ring sinner to find.
O to be like Thee! Lowly in spirit, Holy and harmless, patient and brave;
Meekly enduring all cruel reproaches, Willing to suffer, others to save!
O to be like Thee! Lord, I am coming. Now to receive the anointing divine;
All that I am and have I am bringing; Lord, from this moment all shall be Thine.
Treasures of His Heart
Words written on paper are fine.
Words quoted from memory are too.
But experiences given from God
Are what makes us a part
of the treasures of His heart.
They let us partake of Himself
That brings us life anew
His heart beating forever
In His chosen few. Inez Bouton
by Janet Penney
Out of the three mountains
Zion is the highest of all
Nothing should detour us
in hearing the Spirit's call
For if we climb and do not stop
We will surely reach the top
Yes, there is a higher realm I know
For the Holy Spirit told me so
Mt. Opal doesn't even compare
To all the glories of God I share
Nor does Mt. Moriah, the mount of sacrifice
It doesn't come close...it only pays the price
But to Mt. Zion, that's where I must go
Once I attain the summit
I will have defeated my foe
Which is my carnal nature
who cannot climb with me
Only my spirit man will rise
and become totally free
The Spirit beckons me today
Lay aside the things that stand in my way
So climb I will
Going higher still
Unto the realms of God
Where human flesh dares to trod
Once you begin this journey
you must not look behind
We must press forward for we are of the God kind
This Spiritual mountain...the highest one of all
Bids me come up higher...my name it does call
I shall go even if I go alone
I'll continue climbing till I see Him on His throne
This Spiritual depth in Jesus I will reach
My foot mustn't slip... My heart mustn't sleep
For time is now, I hear the Master callin'
Come on up my child, and join me on Mt. Zion
A Firstfruit Man
Christ, the first sheaf, a barley man.
Redeemer of redemption's plan.
The spotless Lamb of God was He.
No spot in Him was there to be.
In Him there was no sin or shame.
He glorified the Father's Name.
So what does it all mean to be,
A firstfruit man just like He?
His body must now come,
To fulfill redemption's sum.
No blemish in them shall there be,
Just like Him in reality.
Out of every tribe and tongue,
A firstfruit now must there come.
Until the glory of the Lord,
Through the earth has been restored.
Awake, awake, arise and shine,
The glory of the Lord is thine!
Till every creature on bended knee,
Shall know the Lord;
Shall be set free.
The jubilee trump His priests shall blow,
Till the righteousness decreed,
Till every creature, every race,
Shall know the Lord;
Shall see His face.
Till all in all in Him become,
Till Christ alone
Fills up the sum.
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