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

Comfort

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

The Will Of God

The Will Of God

The will of God: what calm repose
To rest in this; I know He knows;
The noise of strife may rumble near –
Above it all His voice I hear.

My finite mind can see no end
To that which may my path attend;
But as a child I blindly go
On paths He leads, for He doth know.

I know not what doth lie ahead,
But all shall be as He hath said;
His will alone shall be my meat,
For, oh, it is so very sweet.

My way would lead me to despair;
To walk alone I’d know not where;
But in His will, though way be rough
My path is smooth, and He’s enough.

He knows the best where I should go;
Why should I tarry when I know
He’s with me alway – to the end,
And is my never-failing Friend.

I’m only human; He’s Divine;
So I will take His will not mine,
He knows far better what is best
To make me strong to stand each test.

My flesh would choose an easy way;
In blindness I should go astray;
So in the will of God Divine
In sweet submission I recline.

The will of God, Oh, what a home;
No more to stray, no more to roam;
No more my way – oh, what release,
To let Him lead – ah, this is peace!

Written by Mabelle Glen Halderman

Waiting For A Change

Waiting For A Change

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, “Child, you must wait!”

“Wait?, you say, wait!” my indignant reply.
“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is Your hand shortened? Or have You not heard?
By FAITH I have asked, and am claiming Your Word.”

“My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and You tell me to WAIT?
I’m needing a ‘yes,’ a go-ahead sign,
Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.”

“And Lord, You promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, as we shall receive.
And Lord, I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply!”

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, “You must wait.”
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting…for what?”

He seemed then to kneel and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want — but, you wouldn’t know ME.”

“You’d not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You’d not know the power that I give to the faint;
You’d not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there;
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.”

“You’d never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You’d know that I give and I save … (for a start),
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.”

The flow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.”

“You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that ‘My grace is sufficient for thee.’
Yes, your dreams for your loved ones overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss! if I lost what I’m doing in you!”

“So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
THAT THE GREATEST OF GIFTS IS TO GET TO KNOW ME.
And though oft may My answers seem terribly late,
My wisest of answers is still but to WAIT.”

~Author Unknown~

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(This page is prayerfully dedicated to June Mahoney,
who first shared this poem with me.
Keep leaning on the Lord, my friend.
– Jerry Bouey)

“And we know that the Son of God is come,
and hath given us an understanding,
that we may know Him that is true,
and we are in Him that is true,
even in His Son Jesus Christ.
This is the true God, and eternal life.”

1 John 5:20.

The Vessel

The Vessel

The Master was searching for a vessel to use;
On the shelf there were many – which one would He choose?
“Take me”, cried the gold one, “I’m shiny and bright,
I’m of great value and I do things just right.
My beauty and luster will outshine the rest
And for someone like You, Master, gold would be the best!”

The Master passed on with no word at all;
He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall;
“I’ll serve You, dear Master, I’ll pour out Your wine
And I’ll be at Your table whenever You dine,
My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
And my silver will always compliment You.”

Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass,
It was wide-mouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.
“Here! Here!” cried the vessel, “I know I will do,
Place me on Your table for all men to view.”

“Look at me”, called the goblet of crystal so clear,
“My transparency shows my contents so dear,
Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride,
And I’m sure I’ll be happy in Your house to abide.”

The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
Polished and carved, it solidly stood.
“You may use me, dear Master”, the wooden bowl said,
“But I’d rather You used me for fruit, not for bread!”

Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay.
Empty and broken it helplessly lay.
No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,
To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.

“Ah! This is the vessel I’ve been hoping to find,
I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.”
“I need not the vessel with pride of its self;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;

Nor the one who is big-mouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one who displays his contents so proud;
Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
But this plain earthy vessel filled with My power and might.”

Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.
Spoke to it kindly. “There’s work you must do,
Just pour out to others as I pour into you.”

BEULAH V. CORNWALL

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels,
that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

2nd Corinthians 4:7.

Has His Hand Touched You?

Has His Hand Touched You?

The Masters hand is the only hand that can transform the soul. The Lord Jesus Christ is waiting and anxious to touch you with that blessed, life-giving and transforming touch that will make you a new creature in Christ Jesus… the touch that will turn your darkness into day, your sorrow into joy.

Hear His call: “Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow (Isaiah 1:18).

Friend, perhaps you think this message is not meant for you since you do not consider yourself a sinner because you have always lived a good and moral life. But if you are depending on “good works” to give you an entrance into Heaven instead of depending on the finished work of the Lord Jesus Christ, then you are deceiving yourself.

For on that “last day” you will not be measured or judged by man’s standard… but by God’s standard. The Word of God will read on that “last day”, for Jesus said: “The word that I have spoken, the same shall judge him in the last day” (John 12:48).

There is but one way, one door through which we must enter into the Kingdom of Heaven. Jesus said: “I am the door: by Me if any man enter in he shall be saved” (John 10:9). You enter in by that “door” when you accept the Lord Jesus Christ as your own Saviour.

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever (anybody) believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” (John 3:16)

By Pastor Perry F. Rockwood

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Please read: Touch of the Master’s Hand

The Touch of the Master’s Hand

The Touch of the Master’s Hand

‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it was scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
“What am I bidden, good folk?” he cried,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?
“A dollar – a dollar – then two, only two –
“Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?

“Going for three” but no –
From the room far back, a grey-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loosened strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said “NOW what am I bid for the old violin?”
And he held it up with the bow.
“A thousand dollars – and who’ll make it two?
“Two thousand – and who’ll make it three?
“Three thousand once – three thousand twice –
“And going – and gone,” cried he.

The people cheered, but some cried,
“We do not understand what changed its worth?”
– Quick came the reply,
“The Touch of the Master’s Hand.”
And many a man with his life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned off cheap, to a thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.

A “mess of pottage – a glass of wine,
A game” – and he travels on:
He is going once – and going twice –
He’s going – and almost gone!
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd
Can never quite understand ,
The worth of a soul, and the change that’s wrought,
By the Touch of the Master’s Hand .

Touch of the Master’s Hand
Myra Brooks Welch

Please read:
Has His Hand Touched You?

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