The inspiration for this website came from a Scripture song I heard over 10 years ago at a ladies retreat:

Like Apples of Gold in pictures of silver
A word fitly spoken shall be,
Like Apples of Gold in pictures of silver
Let my life bring glory to thee.

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.
Proverbs 25:11

Although some of the "stories" listed are made up, the Scriptural truths they illustrate are very real and can be of great benefit in a Christian's walk with the Lord and as illustrations for the lost.

It is my heart's desire that amongst the pages of this website, the Christian find words of encouragement and be spurred on to service for our Lord, and that seekers of the truth find Salvation in the timeless truths of God's Word for these troubled times.

- Angela

The Haven of Rest

The Haven of Rest

My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea,
So burdened with sin and distress
'Till I heard a sweet voice, saying, "Make me your choice;"
And I entered the "Haven of Rest!"

Chorus
I've anchored my soul in the "Haven of Rest,"
I'll sail the wide seas no more;
The tempest may sweep over the wild, stormy deep,
In Jesus, I'm safe evermore.

I yielded myself to His tender embrace,
And faith taking hold of the Word,
My fetters fell off, and I anchored my soul;
The "Haven of Rest" is my Lord.

Chorus
I've anchored my soul in the "Haven of Rest,"
I'll sail the wide seas no more;
The tempest may sweep over the wild, stormy deep,
In Jesus, I'm safe evermore.

The song of my soul, since the Lord made me whole,
has been the old story so blest,
Of Jesus, who'll save who-so-ever will have
A home in the "Haven of Rest!"

Chorus
I've anchored my soul in the "Haven of Rest,"
I'll sail the wide seas no more;
he tempest may sweep over the wild, stormy deep,
In Jesus, I'm safe evermore.

How precious the thought that we all may recline,
Like John the beloved and blest,
On Jesus' strong arm, where no tempest can harm,
Secure in the "Haven of Rest!"

Chorus
I've anchored my soul in the "Haven of Rest,"
I'll sail the wide seas no more;
The tempest may sweep over the wild, stormy deep,
In Jesus, I'm safe evermore.

Oh, come to the Savior, He patiently waits
To save by His power divine;
Come, anchor your soul in the "Haven of Rest,"
And say, "My Beloved is mine."

Chorus
I've anchored my soul in the "Haven of Rest,"
I'll sail the wide seas no more;
The tempest may sweep over the wild, stormy deep,
In Jesus, I'm safe evermore.

by Henry L. Gilmour and George D. Moore

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