A fine-feathered prophet has the East Park Avenue neighbourhood all a flutter.He (or she) left behind a nest made of leaves, twigs, grass, a dollar bill and a page from a tiny book of scriptural verse.
And it would even be more worthy to consider about our “Bridegroom”, especially within the time frame of our life. Because when it is time to be called “home”, it might sadly be too late for any more seeking.
After I have believed in the Lord, I become a very joyful person. Whenever I encounter any difficulty, I know that I could rely on God and lay all burdens in His hand by telling Him everything in prayers. I now want very much to share this great gospel to
My home coming is more than I could have ever imagined. It is so over- whelming for a mortal like me. It is magical and most of all the love, warmth, tears of joy and the peacefulness I am feeling that cannot be put into words.
Yes, this was a miracle, Showing that The Lord Had power over everything, By His very word, His word that hung the world in space That keeps it by His power, That made the sun, the moon the stars And every tiny flower.
I pray that you may loosen my chains, that surround my body and heavily weigh me down and binds me to this earthly ground. I rejoice with thanksgiving for what my Saviour, Jesus Christ has done for me, on the cross, at Calvary.
Truly, there WAS real sadness looking at Dad’s lifeless form in the hospital bed, but for me there was also deep joy – joy in knowing that he was at peace and looking into the loving and gentle face of His Saviour in Heaven because he had surrendered his life