Blessed By brenda Drake



         I am overwhelmed with thanksgiving for all the Lord has done for me.  This poem expresses just the tip of the iceberg of my blessings.


Lost…I was not looking but then,
I was found by Him.
Blind I could not see,
But then He showed Himself to me.
Separated …a branch on a wild olive tree;
But then I was grafted  made a part of His family.
All praise and glory is His…I am born anew.
In Him and His power I breathe and move.
His word is my nourishment …by His love I am restored.
I am well blessed by my risen Lord.
Every day is one step closer to the day,
He comes to take me away.
But until that time I’ve a work to do for Him.
His will I seek as each day begins.
I am blessed beyond words for I’ve such peace inside.
No longer need I fear and from God to hide.
I am able to enter into His presence and to sit at His feet;
As I look forward to His promise to dance on heaven’s streets.
My requests are heard as I come in Jesus name.
My heart is heard as His wonders I proclaim.
The world’s fearsome threats I offer to Him in prayer,
Then in faith, I leave them there.
For He sought me and bought me with His redeeming blood;
And I now trust Him wholly; for I know He plans only for my good.

 1Peter 1:23
Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever

Romans 5:8 9
But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.  Much more then, being now justified by his blood, we shall be saved from wrath through him.

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