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Pe lemnul dragostei ne-am întâlnit

Pe lemnul dragostei Ne-am întâlnit
Tu Miel nevinovat, iar eu, călăul
Tu jertfa sfântă care m-a iubit
Eu zbirul ce întruchipam tot răul

Pe Dealul Căpățânii amândoi
Am stat Isuse față-n față
Tu cel mai iubitor Păstor de oi
Eu… cel ce atentam la a Ta viață

Pe via Dolorosa, Tu și eu
Urcam cu gloata cea barbară
Eu blestemând și ocarând mereu
Tu, poticnindu-Te sub grea povară

Pe Golgota Isus Ți-am auzit
Pentru întâia dată vocea
Ca scâncetul de miel adânc rănit
Ce raspâdea, cu toate acestea, pacea

Acolo-n cuie, Tu păreai răpus
Căci sângele-Ți curgea șiroaie
Dar chiar și răstignit tot mă priveai de sus
Și nu cu ură, ci cu-a dragostei văpaie

Să-i ierți o Tată vina lor
Căci vreau cu Tine să-i împac
Șopteai Isus, pătruns de dor
Căci ei nu știu, nu știu ce fac

Am stat atunci cu Tine-n soare
Eu răcorindu-mă căci mi-era sete
Tu copleșit de cea mai grea durere
Primind oțet cu fiere pe-un burete

Smerit stau aplecat Isus de atuncea
Căindu-mă fară ‘ncetare
Îmbrătișând picioarele-Ți și crucea
Și jertfa care mi-a adus salvare.

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12802699_1133168656715573_8282837001374730993_nMama …poezie de Traian Dorz

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mother-and-childMi-ai cântat cu glas de lacrimi legănându-mă alene

Alinându-mi cu-al tău cântec lacrima ivită-n gene…

Şi mi-ai plâns înfiorată cântecele duioşiei

De-ai trezit în al meu suflet cald fiorul armoniei;

Mi-ai citit în ceasuri sfinte din Cazanii şi Scriptură

A lui Dumnezeu iubire ele-n inimă-mi crescură.

În singurătatea serii luminat de raza lunii

M-ai făcut să simt puterea şi odihna rugăciunii.

De durerea altor lacrimi te-am văzut plângând pe tine

Şi de-atuncea port durerea altora şi eu în mine.

Pentru adevăr într-una te-am văzut fără de teamă

Şi de-atunci ştiu c-adevărul e curaj şi luptă, mamă.

…A trecut în urmă vremea şi-ntr-o toamnă grea târzie

M-a răpit de lângă tine lumea largă şi pustie.

Ai vărsat atunci amare mii de lacrimi în năframă

Şi cu inima zdrobită, m-ai pierdut în zare mamă.

Mult umblai de-atunci prin lume, multe ochii mei văzură

Multe şoapte mă chemară, multe vânturi mă bătură,

Dar din mii de lucruri scumpe, de fiinţe şi de nume

Tu-mi rămâi mereu fiinţa cea mai mult iubită-n lume.

…Astăzi tot străin şi singur şi departe sunt de casă

Dar sunt fericit măicuţă c-azi şi tu eşti credincioasă

Şi că ştiu c-odată-n ceruri unde nu mai sunt suspine

Fericit voi fi-mpreună, printre cei iubiţi, cu tine.

Dumnezeu să-ţi dăruiască, scumpă mamă mângăiere

Mâna Lui să-ţi şteargă ochii de-orice lacrimi de durere;

Să-ţi văd chipul totdeauna luminat de bucurie,

Cea mai fericită mamă, Doamne, mama mea să fie.mom2

Reblogged from http://rodiagnusdei.wordpress.com/2011/05/08/mama-poezie-de-traian-dorz/12795316_1055874544469771_2001230373961985345_n

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June
one day a girl came in on her bicycle.

she had another friend with her
and this friend’s father was president of the city college.
and she was an agnostic.
but i loved her anyway.
i wrote poetry with her;
i laughed with her.
i arm-wrestled with her on the floor;
i jogged with her;
i rode a ten-speed with her.
i shared Jesus with her everytime i got a chance.

she would call me some nights
and in the middle of of a conversation
she would slam the phone down in my ear.
i don’t know how often the phone slams in your ear
but i didn’t exactly appreciate it.
i mean after all,
she was the one who called me.
but i loved her.
although, i really shouldn’t say so
because sometimes i really wanted to give up.
and sometimes i really wanted to smack her in the mouth.
but Jesus in me loved her
through thick and thin.

and then one day seven months later
the phone rang.
she was sobbing and crying,
“ann,
i don’t know how to tell you
but today at school,
in an unexpected, obscure moment,
it came to me —
God has to be.
because no one in my life loved me the way you loved me.
if anybody can love me through my moods
and the drugs
and all my mess the way you loved me,
there has to be a God.
ann,
in an obscure moment today
i found Him.”

just about a month ago,
i got a letter from June.
she has Bible clubs everywhere.
Jesus is Lord of her life.
she’s out to win her family to Jesus.
she believes.
just because somebody loved her
through thick and thin
and you see, you can’t stop love.
love finds a way through.

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Excerpt:  “I’m Out To Change My World”  Ann Kiemel, 1974

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Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength

LOVE MAKES OUR TOIL WORTHWHILE
“Love one another, as I have loved you.” John 15:12

Open wider the door of your heart to the light;
Let the sunshine of love make its corners all bright;
Let no selfish desires bring the shadow of night,
Only love makes our toil worthwhile.

Let the sunlight and the love-light
Fill your face with their glory,
With a bright, sunny smile;
Bear your trials with patience,
Good cheer sure will win;
Only love makes our toil worthwhile!

If your face is alight with the sunshine of love
Then your soul will be filled with a joy from above;
Everywhere you’ll find gladness, tho’ widely you rove;
Only love makes our toil worthwhile.

Learn to love men about you, whatever you learn,
Finding no one too lowly and no one to spurn;
Love will teach you to help them, their good to discern,
Only love makes our toil worthwhile.10957929_598791626918816_423525164_n
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Words: Eunice Whitfold, in The King’s Message, edited by Edmund Lorenz & Ira B. Wilson (New York: Lorenz Publishing Company, 1910), number 32.

Music: Edmund S. Lorenz

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     -GOD, WHOSE LOVE IS ALWAYS STRONGER
    “Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

    God, whose love is always stronger
    Than our weakness, pride and fear,
    In your world, we pray and wonder
    How to be more faithful here.
    Hate too often grows inside us;
    Fear rules what the nations do.
    So we pray, when wars divide us:
    Give us love, Lord! Make us new!

    Love is patient, kind and caring,
    Never arrogant or rude,
    Never boastful, all things bearing;
    Love rejoices in the truth.
    When we’re caught up in believing
    War will make the terror cease,
    Show us Jesus’ way of living;
    May our strength be in your peace.

    May our faith in you be nourished;
    May your churches hear your call.
    May our lives be filled with courage
    As we speak your love for all.
    Now emboldened by your Spirit
    Who has given us new birth,
    Give us love, that we may share it
    Till your love renews the earth!
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    Words: Carolyn W. Gillette, 2003.

    Music: Beach Spring, from Sacred Harp, by Benjamin F. White, 1844

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Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength

Do you know the world is dying
For a little bit of love?
Everywhere we hear the sighing
For a little bit of love;
For the love that rights a wrong,
Fills the heart with hope and song;
They have waited, oh, so long,
For a little bit of love.

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From the poor of every city,
For a little bit of love,
Hands are reaching out for pity,
For a little bit of love;
Some have burdens hard to bear,
Some have sorrows we would share;
Shall they falter and despair
For a little bit of love?

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Down before their idols falling,
For a little bit of love,
Many souls in vain are calling
For a little bit of love;
If they die in sin and shame,
Someone surely is to blame
For not going in His name,
With a little bit of love.

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While the souls of men are dying,
For a little bit of love,
While the children, too, are crying,
For a little bit of love,
Stand no longer idly by,
You can help them if you try;
Go, then saying, “Here am I,”
With a little bit of love.Happy Valentine's Day

-A LITTLE BIT OF LOVE
Words & Music: Ed­win O. Ex­cell, 1904

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CRADLED IN A MANGER, MEANLY

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Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength

Cradled in a manger, meanly,
Laid the Son of Man His head;
Sleeping His first earthly slumber
Where the oxen had been fed.
Happy were those shepherds listening
To the holy angel’s word;
Happy they within that stable
Worshipping their infant Lord.

Happy all who hear the message
Of His coming from above;
Happier still who hail His coming,
And with praises greet His love.
Blessèd Savior, Christ most holy,
In a manger Thou didst rest;
Canst Thou stoop again, yet lower,
And abide within my breast?

Evil things are there before Thee;
In the heart, where they have fed,
Wilt Thou pitifully enter,
Son of Man, and lay Thy head?
Enter, then, O Christ most holy;
Make a Christmas in my heart;
Make a heaven of my manger:
It is heaven where Thou art.

And to those who never listened
To the message of Thy birth,
Who have winter, but no Christmas
Bringing them Thy peace on earth,
Send to these the joyful tidings;
By all people, in each home,
Be there heard the Christmas anthem;
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-STANDING ON THE PROMISES-

“Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering, for He is faithful that promised.” Hebrews 10:23

Standing on the promises of Christ my King,
Through eternal ages let His praises ring,
Glory in the highest, I will shout and sing,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises that cannot fail,
When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail,
By the living Word of God I shall prevail,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises I now can see
Perfect, present cleansing in the blood for me;
Standing in the liberty where Christ makes free,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises of Christ the Lord,
Bound to Him eternally by love’s strong cord,
Overcoming daily with the Spirit’s sword,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises I cannot fall,
Listening every moment to the Spirit’s call
Resting in my Savior as my all in all,
Standing on the promises of God.

Words & Music: R. Kel­so Car­ter, in Songs of Per­fect Love, by John Swe­ney & Kel­so Car­ter (Phil­a­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1886)

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-“I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.” Matthew 28:20

As each happy Christmas
Dawns on earth again,
Comes the Holy Christ Child
To the hearts of men.

Enters with His blessing
Into every home,
Guides and guards our footsteps,
As we go and come.

All unknown, beside me,
He will ever stand,
And will safely lead me
With His own right hand.

Words: J. Wilhelm Hey, Fabeln für Kinder (Hamburg, Germany: 1833) (Alle Jahre wieder, kommt das Christus Kind). Translated from German to English by Harriet R. Spaeth, Little Children’s Book (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: 1885).

Music: Alle Jahre Wieder Johann C. H. Rink (1770-1846)

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Gospel Hymns For Daily Strength

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On a day when men were counted, God became the Son of Man,

That His name in every census should be entered was His plan.

God, the Lord of all creation, humbly takes a creature’s place;

He whose form no man has witnessed has today a human face.

On a night, while silent shepherds watched their flocks upon the plain,
Came a message with its summons brought by song of angel train:
Lo, in Bethlehem’s little village has arrived the shepherd King,
And each shepherd to his Master must his sheep as offering bring.

When there shone the star of David in the spangled eastern sky,
Kings arrived to pay their homage to the Christ, the Lord most high.
Yet not all, for lo, there soundeth through the streets a fearful cry;
For a king who will not worship has decreed that Christ must die.

Yet it’s Christmas, and we greet Him, coming even now to save;
For the Lord of our salvation was not captive to the grave.
Out of Egypt came the Savior, man’s Immanuel to be—
Christmas shines with Easter glory, glory of eternity.

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