All The Way

All the way my Savior leads me-

What have I to ask beside?

Can I doubt His tender mercy,

Who thru life has been my guide?

Heavenly peace, divinest comfort,

Here by faith in Him to dwell!

For I know what-e’re befall me,

Jesus doeth all things well;

For I know what-e’re befall me,

Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me-

Cheers each winding path I tread,

Gives me grace for every trial,

Feeds me with the living bread.

Tho my weary steps may falter

And my soul athirst may be,

Gushing from the Rock before me,

Lo! a spring of joy I see;

Gushing from the Rock before me,

Lo! a spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me-

O the fullness of His love!

Perfect rest to me is promised

In my Father’s house above.

When my spirit, clothed immortal,

Wings in flight to realms of day,

This my song thru endless ages:

Jesus led me all the way;

This my song thru endless ages:

Jesus led me all the way.

Hymn- “All the Way My Savior Leads Me” – by R.Lowry and Fanny Crosby

Trusting You Lord Jesus

“I am trusting You, Lord Jesus-

Trusting only You;

Trusting You for full salvation,

Great and true.

I am trusting You to guide me-

You alone will lead,

Every day and hour supplying

All my need.

I am trusting You for power-

Yours can never fail;

Words which You Yourself shall give me

Must prevail.

I am trusting You, Lord Jesus-

Never let me fall;

I am trusting You forever,

And for all.”

Hymn- “I Am Trusting Thee, Lord Jesus”

By E.W. Bullinger and F.R. Havergal

Wise Men, Gifts, and a Star

God rest ye merry gentlemen; Let nothing you dismay,

Remember Christ our Savior, was born upon this day!

To save us all from satan’s power, when we were gone astray.

Oh- O, tidings of comfort and joy.

Comfort and joy!

Oh- O, tidings of comfort and joy.

We three kings of Orient are. Bearing gifts, we traverse afar.

Field and fountain, moor, and mountain,

Following yonder Star!

Oh- O, Star of wonder, Star of night, Star with royal beauty bright!

Westward leading still proceeding, Guide us to thy Perfect Light.

Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain, Gold I bring to crown Him again,

King forever, ceasing never, Over us all to reign.

Frankincense to offer have I, Incense owns a Deity nigh

Prayer and praising, All men raising, Worship Him, God on High.

Myrrh is mine, it’s bitter perfume, Breathes a life of gathering gloom,

Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying

Sealed in the cold stone tomb.

Glorious now, behold  Him arise, King and God and Sacrifice.

Alleluia!!! Alleluia!!!

Peals thru the earth and skies.

Oh- O Star of wonder Star of night, Star with Royal beauty bright!

Westward leading, Still proceeding

Guide us to thy Perfect Light.

 

-William Hone/John Hopkins

From: “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen”, and “We Three Kings”

 

 

 

 

 

Bethlehem “House of Bread”

“But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah, least among the clans of Judah- from you will come out to Me One to be ruler in Israel,

One whose going forth are from of old, from days of eternity.”

Micah 5:2

The prophet Micah announced the birthplace of the Messiah in Bethlehem,

which means “House of Bread”

Centuries before Christ was born in Bethlehem,

Naomi and her family left Bethlehem due to a famine.

Sadly, returning 10 years later, after the loss of her husband and two sons,

Naomi had gained a devoted and loving daughter in Ruth, the Moabitess.

Together they returned to Bethlehem.

They returned to the “House of Bread”, and from their story, “The Bread of Life”, came to us, a Wonderful Savior!

I Love This Story! Please Read It

There was once a man who didn’t believe in God, and he didn’t hesitate to let others know how he felt about religious holidays like Christmas. His wife however, did believe, and she raised their children to also have faith in God and, His Son, Jesus, The Christ, despite her husband’s disparaging comments…

One snowy Christmas Eve, his wife was taking their children to a Christmas Eve service in the farm community in which they lived. She asked him to come, but he refused.  “That story is nonsense!” he said. “Why would God lower Himself to come to earth as a man? That’s ridiculous!” So she and the children left, and he stayed home.

A while later, the winds grew stronger and the snow turned into a blizzard. As the man looked out the window, all he saw was a blinding snowstorm.  He sat down to relax before the fire for the evening. Then he heard a loud thump. Something had hit the window. Then another thump. He looked out, but couldn’t see more than a few feet. When the snow let up a little, he ventured outside to see what could have been beating on his window. In the field near his house he saw a flock of wild geese.

Apparently they had been flying south for the winter when they got caught in the snowstorm and couldn’t go on. They were lost and stranded on his farm, with no food or shelter. They just flapped their wings and flew around the field in low circles, blindly and aimlessly. A couple of them had flown into his window, it seemed.

The man felt sorry for the geese and wanted to help them. The barn would be a great place for them to stay, he thought. It’s warm and safe; surely they could spend the night and wait out the storm. So he walked over to the barn and opened the doors wide, then watched and waited, hoping they would notice the open barn and go inside. But the geese just fluttered around aimlessly and didn’t seem to notice the barn or realize what it could mean for them. The man tried to get their attention, but that just seemed to scare them and they moved further away. He went into the house and came with some bread, broke it up, and made a breadcrumb trail leading to the barn. They still didn’t catch on.

Now he was getting frustrated. He got behind them and tried to shoo them toward the barn, but they only got more scared and scattered in every direction except toward the barn. Nothing he did could get them to go into the barn where they would be warm and safe.

“Why don’t they follow me?!” he exclaimed. “Can’t they see this is the only place where they can survive the storm?”  He thought for a moment and realized that they just wouldn’t follow a human. “If only I were a goose, then I could save them,” he said out loud.

Then he had an idea. He went into barn, got one of his own geese, and carried it in his arms as he circled around behind the flock of wild geese.  He then released it. His goose flew through the flock and straight into the barn–and one by one the other geese followed it to safety.

He stood silently for a moment as the words he had spoken a few minutes earlier replayed in his mind: “If only I were a goose, then I could save them!” Then he thought about what he had said to his wife earlier. “Why would God want to be like us? That’s ridiculous!”

Suddenly it all made sense. That is what God had done. We were like the geese–blind, lost, perishing. God had His Son Jesus, to become like us so He could show us the way and save us. That was the meaning of Christmas, he realized.

As the winds and blinding snow died down, his soul became quiet and pondered this wonderful thought. Suddenly he understood what Christmas was all about, why Christ, the Messiah had come. Years of doubt and disbelief vanished like the passing storm. He fell to his knees in the snow, and prayed his first prayer: “Thank You, Jesus, for coming in human form to get me out of the storm!”

Author Unknown