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

Poetry

When Jesus Looks

When Jesus Looks

When Jesus looks upon my life, What picture does He see.
Does He see His own reflection, Or does He just see me.
Does He see His likeness, The product of His hand.
Or just another Christian, Who never took a stand.

Does He see a child of God, A child that He set free.
Living life to honor Him, Or does He just see me.
What about the other folks, I meet along the way.
Do I show them Jesus, To brighten up their day.

When someone looks into my eyes, Can they truly see.
That calm and gentle peace of God, That dwells inside of me.
When I reach out and shake a hand, Is He right there in my grip.
Can they feel that strength from God, That steadies when I slip.

When folks are in my presence, Do they know His Spirit’s there.
Can they see that He’s the one, Who guides me everywhere.
When other people think of me, What is on their mind.
Do they think of Jesus Christ, So gentle and so kind.

I try to be like Jesus, Every single day.
Spreading love and kindness, All along my way.
I’m afraid that I have failed, I could not pass the test.
Deep inside my heart I know, I haven’t done my best.

I have had to fight my flesh, Since the day that I was born.
It’s always causing trouble, And being such a thorn.
That’s why His Spirit dwells in me, He’s helping me to learn.
In every situation, Where I need to turn.

He knew I’d never pass the test, That’s why He took my place.
He gave His life to save my soul, He suffered my disgrace.
Now I try to be like Him, I must present Him well.
So other folks will want His gift, And turn their backs on hell.

Other folks should see the joy, That Christ has given me.
They should want to have it too, Especially since it’s free.
They should begin to ask me, What is it they must do.
Just how it is they go about, Getting Jesus too.

Then I get to tell them, This wondrous gift is free.
It only takes a humble heart, A prayer on bended knee.
Someday when I’m face to face, With the Lord who set me free.
Will He see His own reflection, Or will He just see me.

Author unknown

The Cleansing Wave

The Cleansing Wave

Words & Music: Phoebe Palmer Knapp (1839-1908)

Oh, now I see the cleansing wave!
The fountain deep and wide;
Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save,
Points to His wounded side.

Refrain
The cleansing stream I see! I see!
I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me!
Oh, praise the Lord! It cleanseth me!
It cleanseth me—yes, cleanseth me.

I rise to walk in heaven’s own light,
Above the world and sin,
With heart made pure and garments white,
And Christ enthroned within.

Refrain
The cleansing stream I see! I see!
I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me!
Oh, praise the Lord! It cleanseth me!
It cleanseth me—yes, cleanseth me.

Amazing grace! ’tis heaven below
To feel the blood applied,
And Jesus, only Jesus know,
My Jesus crucified.

Refrain

The cleansing stream I see! I see!
I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me!
Oh, praise the Lord! It cleanseth me!
It cleanseth me—yes, cleanseth me.

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

You Forgot My Soul

You Forgot My Soul

You lived next door to me for years;
We shared our dreams, our joys and tears.
A friend to me you were indeed,
A friend who helped me when in need.

My faith in you was strong and sure.
We had such trust as should endure.
No “words” between us could impose;
Our friends were like – and so, our foes.

What sadness, then, my friend, to find
That, after all, you weren’t so kind;
The day my life on earth did end,
I found you weren’t a faithful friend.

For all those years we spent on earth,
You never talked of second birth.
You never spoke of my lost soul
And of the Christ Who’d make me whole.

I’m lost today eternally
And tell you now my earnest plea.
You cannot do a thing for me –
No words today my bonds will free.

But – do not err, my friend, again –
Do all you can for souls of men.
Plead now with them quite earnestly,
Lest they be cast in hell with me.

Author Unknown.

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

The Warrior

The Warrior

This morning my thoughts traveled along
To a place in my life where days have since gone
Beholding an image of what I used to be
As visions were stirred and God spoke to me.

He showed me a Warrior, a soldier in place
Positioned by Heaven, yet I saw no face
I watched as the Warrior fought enemies
That came from the darkness with destruction for me.

I saw as the Warrior would dry away tears
As all of Heaven’s angels hovered so near
I saw many wounds on the Warrior’s face
Yet weapons of warfare were firmly in place.

I felt my heart weeping, my eyes held so much
As God let me feel the Warrior’s prayer touch
I thought, “how familiar”, the words that were prayed
The prayers were like lightning that never would fade.

I said to God, “Please, tell me the Warrior’s name.”
He gave no reply, He chose to refrain
I asked, “Lord, who is broken that they need such prayer?”
He showed me an image of myself standing there.

Bound by confusion, lost and alone
I felt the prayers of the Warrior carry me home
I asked, “Please show me, Lord, this Warrior so true.”
I watched and I wept,
FOR MOTHER…..THE WARRIOR WAS YOU!

The Warrior
By Larry S. Clark, Copyright.

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