Saturday, January 26, 2013

On The Power of Good & Evil


“We know not half the power of good or ill

Our daily lives posses o’re one another;

A careless word may help a soul to kill,

or by one look we may redeem our bother.


Tis not the great things that we do or say.

But idle words forgot as soon as spoken

and little thoughtless deeds of every day

Are stumbling blocks on which the weak are broken.”



“And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell. Who is a wise man and endued with knowledge among you? let him shew out of a good conversation his works with meekness of wisdom. But if ye have bitter envying and strife in your hearts, glory not, and lie not against the truth. This wisdom descendeth not from above, but is earthly, sensual, devilish. For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy. And the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace of them that make peace.”

James 3:6,13-18

“And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.”

Colossians 3:17


Monday, January 21, 2013

Proverbs 31 Woman…

As the rubies red are hard to find,
So is a woman virtuous and kind.

Her husband’s heart is filled with trust,
He hunts not treasures as most men dost.

No evil will this woman do,
But only good to him will shew.

Flax and wool she searcheth out,
Hands willingly work without a pout.

From far like ships she bringeth food,
To prepare at night for her households good.

She sought, considered and bought a field,
By the fruit of her hands her vineyard will yield.

By the work she doeth all the day long,
Are her loins girt about and her arms made strong.

Her merchandise is good in her sight,
Her candle goeth not out by night.

Of the spindle and distaff her hands take hold,
Never laying in her lap her hands do fold.

To the poor and needy her hands do spread,
She does not begrudge to give them bread.

In winter she doth not the wind or snow loathe,
For in scarlet doth she her whole household clothe.

Coverings of tapestry upon her are laid,
Of silk and purple her wardrobe is made.

Amidst the elders her husband is known,
When to a seat among them he’s shown.

She maketh and selleth of her fine linen,
And to the merchants her girdles are given.

Strength and honour are her clothing of choice,
In the time to come she shall rejoice.

With not but wisdom her mouth is strung,
The law of kindness is in her tongue.

With idleness is she never fed,
But toils hard for her daily bread.

To call her blessed her children arise,
Her husband praiseth her likewise.

Many daughters have done well,
But thou dost all of them excel!

Vain is her beauty, deceitful her  favour,
But who feareth the LORD, Praise will she savour.

Reward for the fruit of her hand ye shall give,
Her own works shall praise her as long as she live.

Written January 18th,2013
by: Brytni Jade Cutler
Dedicated to my Mother,
 Jacqueline Verna Cutler

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Saturday, January 5, 2013

My Spirit Doth Rejoice!


How did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
“In Zion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day!”

I love her gates, I love the road;
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show His milder face.

Up to her courts with joys unknown
The holy tribes repair;
The Son of David holds His throne,
And sits in judgment there.

He hears our praises and complaints;
And while His awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heav’nly grace
Be her attendants blest!

My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There God my Savior reigns.

Isaac Watts

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