Hearken hearts and listen my dears
I have music for your wondering ears
There is something that you must know
But in your heart you must let it grow
It is a seed in your heart I wish to sew
In the rich fertile soil there it will grow
It is a song that I love to always hear
I muse of promise and of good cheer
In this promise to you I confide
A praise in which the Lord resides
My heart sings it loud and clear
I can sing through worry and fear
Greater is He who dwells in me
In my weakness His strength you see
Though in your life rain will be pouring
His joy comes in the Morning
Brothers and Sisters,
I apologize for my long pause. I could blame it on my busy schedule. I could blame it on writer’s block. I could use many excuses, but my heart knows that I have been trotting dangerously close to the edge. I have been focusing my eyes and heart on many trials and not on the Lord.
I allowed my circumstances to cloud my view and discourage me. I still have my faith in the Lord. I am still under His grace, but Lord what a battle it has been. I have been trying to do it on my own again. In these struggles I lost sight of my joy.
God is so visible in my life because the enemy is so visibly attacking me and mine. I have been watching the devil reek havoc in my finances, my thoughts, my fears, my family. He has been so busy driving wedges and building strongholds. Yet through it all God has been carrying me and mine. I know that I am safe in His arms.
I forgot that this gift of praise the Lord has given me is a great weapon of the Lord to help defeat the enemy. These poems are my praise. I lost sight of that. By not writing I was losing ground in my efforts to stand. The Word promises that the Lord inhabits the praises of my people and I was allowing the enemy to stop an avenue of having the Lord more in my life. Well no more. Devil the Lord rebuke you! I am a child of God, as are my family. We are covered under the blood of Jesus Christ, Our Lord.
I ask for prayers, my Christian family of friends. My family is facing many challenges and we need prayers.
Thank you for those of you who have been keeping us in your prayers. They are felt and appreciated.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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Christian, one thing I would encourage you and others who read this to do, is: keep writing once you get your inspiration. Even if you don't get the chance to post your writing there and then. Sometimes your healing is in that message and other times it is to help someone else to heal - you will know the difference. I don't know if I will ever have the opportunity to type up all that I have written down but I find that most of what I have written, from inspiration, was first a stage of or where my actual healing came from. Then once I get the opportunity to type it up, I then share it with others so they too can be blessed by it. The point I want to highlight from your message is this: "I forgot that this gift of praise the Lord has given me is a great weapon of the Lord to help defeat the enemy." Always remember this and continue to rebuke the enemy. God bless you always!
I am glad to hear from you again, Christian. I have thought much about you. Remember, once I likened you to the "Christian" in 'Pilgrim's Progress.' He had trials and got off the beaten track a few times, but the Lord was always there to bring him back. You are on the right track, Christian. You have used the PRAISE method. It works. We all have trials, but if we let them get us down, they will defeat us. To PRAISE we have to look up. Once we do, the Lord can take hold of our hand and lift us up so we can walk the path again. If you have never read "Pilgrim's Progress," I hope you will some day. I found a copy of it on line. I just put "Pilgrim's Progress" into Google and it took me to the page. It is long, but worth it. I copied it into WORD so that I would have it there to read.
Christian, as I told you in emails, we are praying for you. I know where you are coming from in this email, and the poem is a victory poem. Praise God for keeping you under His wings of protection and for wrapping you in His arms of love. Thomas