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One of my greatest blessings is knowing
that Jesus walks beside me every moment of my day! "The
steps of a man are established by the Lord; And He delights in his way. When he falls he shall not be hurled headlong; Because the Lord is the One
who holds his hand." Psalms 37:23,24
Upheld by His Hand
The
way was rocky, rough, and steep; Rude
thorns and thistles filled my path, My feet were weary, sore;
The brambles thicker grew; I
stumbled oft and almost fell;
How sharp they were, how deep their wounds; How could I bear
much more?
Oh! Could I press on through? ‘Twas then I felt a great strong hand
Again I felt that great kind hand Close o’er my little one;
Close tenderly on mine. New strength, new courage, came to me. Should I, with Him to smooth
my way, Oh, this must be God’s Son!
E’er murmur, or repine? A voice was speaking, “Fear
thou not, He grasped me with a firmer
hold— For
I am with thee still;
I felt His wounded palm! I’ll never leave thee, nor forsake;
My heart nigh broke, but o’er my soul I’ll help
thee up the hill.
Came sweetest peace and calm. Be not dismayed, for I’m thy God,
No matter now the rocky steeps, The God of Canaan land.
Or Life’s gray desert sand, I’ll strengthen thee with righteousness, For I had
Jesus by my side, Uphold thee by My hand.”
He held me by His hand. --Grace B. Renfrow
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The Reflection of
Mike and Dixie We are often blessed by special people
whose relationship with the Lord is reflected in the life they lead. Mike and Dixie are just such people, and
they are somewhat unique in that they still farm a few acres with a beautiful draft horse team . They just
celebrated their 50th anniversary, and God blessed us with words to symbolize their life being guided by the Lord in
a way they could truly understand.
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The Master's Team They’ve pulled side by side for many-a-year, Working together to draw the
load they must bear. They listen attentively for their Master’s call, They “Gee” and then “Haw”,
always giving their all.
Some years have been
burdened with numerous toils: Deep snows, muddy clay, and hard-packed soils. But the Master has been there to
slacken the traces, Or encourage then along through life’s daily paces. His whistle
they come to, His voice pricks their ears, They’ve felt His love through the reins for so many good years. They know they can trust
Him; they’ve never felt fear— They wait, quietly and calmly, knowing He’s near.
They’ve had good feed in their mangers, fresh water in their tanks, And for the few extra oats,
they’ve always nickered their thanks. He’s cleaned up their wounds, brushed out sweaty coats, Rubbed
down aching muscles, with kind, praising notes. They’ve lived a good life,
even through the hard times— The two striving together…the Master holding the lines. And He’ll continue
to guide them each day down the road, For their faith in the Master gives them the strength for each load.
-- Alesia Bryan
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