A Place Of Rest

A Psalm of Chrislove 
The Son of Grace
When heart fainted after him

I need for myself a place of rest 

A place where my heart is stayed

In my moment of trials and disappointments

In my moment of loss and hopelessness

I need for myself a place of rest

A place where I can call home

A place where my weaknesses

Will be exchanged for strengths

A place where my weary soul

Shall find peace and rest.
My heart is stayed on you, Lord!

In you rest my helpless heart

Preserve my soul from hell

Fill my heart with your wisdom

Endow me with special gifts

Strengthen my faith

Enlarge my heart in love

Revive my prayer life

Cleanse my life from every form of pride

Let me prosper and flourish in your ways.
Help me function in your abilities 

Let my life honour and glorify you always

Fill my mouth with your testimonies

My lips with songs of thanksgiving

My soul with praise and worship

And my feet with dancing

And my household with hymns of rejoicing

Let the gentiles behold your splendor

Upon me and come to magnify your name

Let others publicize your goodness in my life.

The Prayer of Chrislove™

 This is 
The Prayer of Chrislove™
THE SON OF GLORY
12:42 AM CST
July 10, 2021
May the abundant grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, his peace which transcends all understanding, and his unfeignedly extravagant love preserve us in his righteousness through all the storms, joys and beauties of life in Jesus name. Amen!
🕊🙏🏽💎👑🤍🦅🌹

WILL YOUR ANCHOR HOLD?

Will your anchor holds

When the tempest rage?

When storms of life are thundering on

Will you still be standing

When all said and done?

Are you properly anchored

On the Rock of Ages

Or your anchor rot with ages?

– – – –

Are you anchored on the rock of Ages or your anchor rot with ages?

Who is in your boat?

Is the Prince of Peace

Your master in your journey of life?

Or you are serving mammon

The god of your belly?

Do you trust in your horses and chariot

And the arms of flesh?

Or you look up to the Heavens

And depend on “I Am” – the Good Shepherd?

– – – –

Life is constantly changing

But is your faith fixed on his steadfast love?

There is a time to be filled

And a time to be thirsty

But those who drink from his cup

Shall never thirst again

For he will be in them a fountain of water

Springing up into endless life.

– – – –

Is your treasures stored on the earth

Where moth and rust destroy

And policies and tweets depreciate it?

Join our team, lay your treasures on above

Where no moth, rust, Tweet or government

Can destroy or devalue

For where your treasures are, there be your heart

And your heart will fail you not by the news.

– – – –

Are you tired and weary with the burden of life?

Come to Jesus – the Burden Bearer

Confess your sins and ask him for forgiveness

Declare with your mouth: Jesus is Lord

Believe in your heart that God raised him from death

And he will save and give you rest

Write your name in the Lamb’s Book of Life

And Anchor you through the storms of life.

THE STATE OF MANKIND

When I look at

The state of mankind

How God has given him

A few years to live and prepare

For eternity as a memory

I feel pity and sorrow for the younger me

Who was taught to believe that

“Youth is the time to experiment with life”

I guess I’m just another victim of Lucifer’s lies.

When you are young

You can almost say or do anything

And get away with it

But when you become an adult

You will be held accountable and responsible

For everything you say or do

Including the one you said or did as a youth

So I ask myself [and probably you reading this]

Is youth really a season to experiment with life?

The Eminence – M.H.C

It is safe to say that in recent years and decades, the cemetery has its highest tenancy occupancy rate in the year 2020. The year that historically, politically and socio-economically we were supposed to witness the manifestation of the peak advancement [improvement] in human society and quality of life.

The rapidity of the spread of the covid19 virus and the egregious and catastrophic destruction of the global human capital is a testament to the inability and incapability of humans [and science] to fully understand, respond to and resolve human or societal issues as we claimed.

The gregarious nature of man was curtailed in an attempt to preserve him from being wasted by the virus. The isolation of man [a social being] through the proposition of “healthy individualism” coupled with the constant exposure, feeding and rumination on negativity [rising deaths, hospitalization and cases of Coronavirus] triggers an outrageous deterioration of #mentalhealth.

Human institutions such as religious organizations where people tend to find solace and are historically known to enhance or foster the sense of community, togetherness, love and mutual understanding, have had their activities restricted to the bearest minimum possible and in most instances provided virtually. Additional exposure to the digital world.

Therefore, even if the world is successfully vaccinated against Covid-19 and its variants, we should be planning for a global mental health and emotional crises. And begin training and equipping our households, offices, organizations and communities with the appropriate resources to help manage it. The complexity, sensitivity, almost asymptomatic and realistically incurable nature of some #mentalhealthcrises makes it even more deadly than the virus, thereby necessitating an aggressive approach and attention to it.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝

Those that needed love killed love

Yet the love they killed keeps loving them

We shed the blood of love

Yet stains of the blood of love cleanse us

The love we did great injustice against

Keeps speaking mercy and justice for us

We break all laws, destroy images of love

Abuse the likenesses of love

Desecrate the institutions of love

Yet love gives us rest at night

And wakes us up in the morning.

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