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BRAND NEW DAY
by Jimmie W. Warren

Thank you Lord for a brand new day
Thank you Lord for All your ways
Thank you Lord help me find my way
Lead me into your light morning, noon, and night

Thank you Lord show me the way
as I start this brand new day
Keep me safe and help fight
the urge to sin in this old life

Help me run the race all the way
till you call me home one find day
let me live by your grace and light
all through another night

And if there be no more tomorrows
I know for sure there will be no more sorrow
Thank you Lord for a brand new day
to praise you God in all your ways

Lead me forth in your love from heaven above
see me through all my day's to hear my prayers always
to praise your love from heaven above
and praise you for your great love

Lead me forth with what you gave
your sweet son from His grave
See me through all my days
hear my prayers this brand new day

For I know one day soon with you I will walk
for Today I am , one day closer to your kingdom
I give you all my love,
thank you Lord for this brand new day!

Oh Mighty Father

Pastor Jimmie Warren

Oh Mighty Father
by Jimmie Warren

Oh Mighty Father
Come with your Cherubim
Come with your Throne
Come make this earth
your heavenly Home

Oh Mighty Father
Hurry send down your Son
With all his righteousness
Please let him come to
share his love with everyone

Oh Mighty Father
Bring down your love
and make us clean like
we where meant to be
living with you eternally

Oh Mighty Father
who�s love abounds
in your sons blood
we are bound to be
with you through eternity

This poem came to me as I awoke this morning,it is from the Holy Spirit I believe and so I felt I needed to share it with you.

Below is a couple of verses from the Bible that I feel is fitting to explain this dream. Let us all pray that this day will come soon Amen!

Revelation 21:3- 4
"And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying behold the Tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them. and they shall be His people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. VS(4) �And God shall wipe away all their tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more crying, neither shall there be any more pain: For the former things are passed away".

"TODAY YOU ARE ONE DAY CLOSER TO THE KINGDOM"

THE BEST POEM IN THE WORLD!

I was shocked, confused, bewildered

As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp--
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics, the trash!
There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus, "What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.
"And why's everyone so quiet,
So somber? Give me a clue."
"Hush, child," said He, "they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you."

~Judge NOT~

"By The Touch Of His Hands"

Connie Ciccone

Aug-04-2006

"By The Touch Of His Hands"
By Connie Ciccone

�

Often when we pause and wonder
When we kneel down to pray;
Can God really hear
The prayer that we say.

�

But if we keep praying
And talk to Him;
He will�brighten the soul
That was clouded and dim.

And as we continue
Our burden seems lighter;
Our sorrow is softened
Our outlook is brighter.

For though we feel helpless
And alone when we start;
Our prayer is the key
That opens the heart.

And as our heart opens
Our�dear Lord comes in;
And the prayer that we said
the breakthrough begins.

Is so easy�
For the Lord understands;
And gives us new strength
By the touch of His hands...

Let Me A Vessel For Your Kingdom

Connie Ciccone

Jun-20-2006

�

Goodmorning Father God

Let Me A Vessel For�Your Kingdom�

By Connie Ciccone

  Lord, I'll leave the light on, that illuminates my heart,

  For it is Your Holy Spirit, that brightens every part.

Faith, Hope, and Love

 May I always follow Truth, as my being ever yearns,

 To be a vessel for Your kingdom...Until Your Sweet Return.

Faith, Hope, and Love

  Lord, may others see You only, when they look into my eyes,

  That they will feel Your love, not my own futile tries.

Faith, Hope, and Love

  Fill me with Your Spirit, that I may be salt and light,

 A city on a hill, that is not hidden from their sight.

Faith, Hope, and Love

 Father, I surrender, that my own ways will decrease,

 Conforming to Your will, so that You are the Increase.

Faith, Hope, and Love

 Let me be a servant, that can reach out to the lost,

To tell them of Your love, no matter what the cost.

Faith, Hope, and Love


�More than anything on earth, I set my heart on You,

�To think on whatsoever things are honest, pure, and true.

Faith, Hope, and Love

� May I walk by faith not sight, trusting in Your Word,

  Leading others to Salvation, in confidence assured.�

Faith, Hope, and Love

�Yes, I'll leave the Light on, that illuminates my heart,

  For it is Your Holy Spirit, that brightens every part.

Faith, Hope, and Love

  May I always follow Truth, as my being ever yearns,

 To be a vessel for Your kingdom...Until Your Sweet Return.

Faith, Hope, and Love

______________________________

May�you Have Faith Hope and Love

Today

It's More Than Enough When times Get Tough

In Jesus Name I Pray

Love Connie Ciccone

A DREAM OF CALVERY

Roselee Irvine

�� A Dream Of Calvary
�by Roselee Irvine (c) 2006
�
�It was a long night, I felt I was there
�But it was only a dream, one I could
�Hardly bear.

�I was at the prison where they held
�You locked in a cell.
�I could see the pain on your face,
�It hurt, I could tell.
�
�Your legs were locked in the clamps
�They put there.
�I knew how helpless you must have
�Felt, beyond compare.

�But you knew the worse was to come,
�They were not through.
�In the morning when the sun comes up,
�My Lord! they would crucify you.
�
�Morning came and my dream was not
�Over yet...
�Because I saw them make you walk a
�Path I will never forget.

�They placed a cross upon your
�Back I could see it was heavy too.
�Oh, how my heart cried out, Jesus I
�Wanted so to help you.
�
�So I followed along that path, right along
�By your side.
�The tears of my heart broken, could not
�Be denied.

�The smell of your fresh blood from the
�Wounds they put there,
�Made my heart break even more, it's
�Pain more than I could bear.
�
�Finally on the Hill they now call Calvary,
�Is the saddest part of all.
�They drove the nails in your hands with,
�Hammer and mall.

�They hung you up on that cruel cross,
�I realized then your love for me.
�Willing to die, naked upon that
�Cross made from a tree.
�
�But the story did not end, before my
�Dream was through...
�I saw you rise again, and now
�Each day I can walk with you.

CHECKING IN TODAY

A FRIEND

A minister passing through his church
in the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar

and see who had come to pray.
Just then the back door opened,
a man came down the aisle,

The minister frowned as he saw
the man hadn't shaved in a while.
His shirt was kind a shabby
and his coat was worn and frayed,
the man knelt, he bowed his head,

Then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed,
each noon time came this chap,
each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
with robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
"What are you doing here?"

The old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.

"I stay only moments, see,
because the factory is so far away;
as I kneel here talking to the Lord,

This is kind a what I say:
"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM
CHECKING IN TODAY."

The minister feeling foolish,
told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime.
Time to go, Jim smiled, said "Thanks."
He hurried to the door.

The minister knelt at the altar,
he'd never done it before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
he repeated old Jim's prayer:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.

I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT
I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY."

Past noon one day, the minister noticed
that old Jim hadn't come.
As more days pas sed without Jim,
he began to worry some.
At the factory, he asked about him,
learning he was ill.

The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill.
The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.

His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't understand
why Jim was so glad,
when no flowers, calls or cards came,

Not a visitor he had.
The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.

He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Jim spoke
up and with a winsome smile;

"the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
that in here all the while
everyday at noon He's here,
a dear friend of mine, you see,

He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:
"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS
CHECKING IN TODAY."

If this blesses you, pass it on Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

May God hold you in the palm of His hand and Angels watch over you.

But for those of us who are already His, He not
only holds us in the palm of His hand, but has
engraved our names there, and we are continually
in His sight (Isaiah 49:16)

Yes, I do love God. He is my source of existence and Savior.
He keeps me functioning each and everyday. Without Him, I
will be nothing. Without him, I am nothing but with Him "I can
do all things through Christ that strengthens me." Phil 4:13

CHRIST, WHOSE GLORY FILLS THE SKIES -

Charles Wesley , 1707-1788

Mar-01-2006

CHRIST, WHOSE GLORY FILLS THE SKIES -
by Charles Wesley , 1707-1788

Public Domain

Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only Light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o'er the shades of night;
Day-spring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear.

Dark and cheerless is the morn
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day's return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see;
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.

Visit then this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy Divine,
Scatter all my unbelief;
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.

SEE THE LIGHT

Jimmie Warren

Your hair is bright and shining white.
Your eyes are like lightening filled with fire.
You come down on clouds all around.
You're filled with righteousness that abounds

You bind old Satan, lock him in chains.
Now man has a last chance to change.
Wake up you people, see the light.
Jesus is here to make things right!

For one thousand years we shall all see
how to live with love and truly be free.
"It is over now," you will say; mankind
shall now live in God's righteous way.

Yes, our Father God will be here too;
people will be judged on what they do.
Here we go one by one to face
Almighty God and His Son of grace!

No more death, No more pain so,
Fall on your knees to praise His name.
Jesus, God of grace, Son of light,
You have come to show man right.

Our God is love in all His ways.
Let us now give him all our praise.
Eternal life with Him is our reward.
Come now to us Oh! our Lord.

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57 CENTS,HOW FAR CAN IT GO?

�A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was "too crowded." "I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.

Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to�bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.

Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.

As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.

Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: "This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School."

For two years she had saved for this offering of love.

�

When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion.��He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.

But the story does not end there...

A newspaper learned of the story and published It.� It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of�land worth many thousands. When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.

Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.

Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250,000.00--a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century).��

�

Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.

When you are in the city of Philadelphia, look up Temple Baptist Church, with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University, where thousands of students are educated.� Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children,�built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.

In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, "Acres of Diamonds".

This is a true story, which goes to show WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.

�

St. Theresa Prayer:

May today there be peace within.

May you trust your highest power that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.

May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.

May you be content knowing you are a child of God.

Let this presence settle into our bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing and dance.

It is there for each and every one of you.

A CHILD ONLY THREE

My name is Sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all,
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.

When my Mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.

I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help. If you know anyone harming their child, then it is your duty to act. Tell somebody else if your afraid to act.