Why I refuse
Here's a poem that was sent to me which never fails to remind me that we should live by faith and not by sight:
I refuse
I refuse to be discouraged, to be sad, or to cry
I refuse to be downhearted, and here's the reason why
I have a God who's mighty, who's sovereign and supreme
I have a God who loves me, and I am on His team.
He is all wise and powerful, Jesus is His name
Though everything is changeable, my God remains the same
My God knows all that's happening; beginning to the end
His presence is my comfort, He is my dearest friend.
When sickness comes to weaken me, to bring my head down low
I call upon my mighty God, into His arms I go
When circumstances threaten to rob me of my peace
He draws me close unto His breast, where all my strivings cease
When my heart melts within me, and weakness takes control
He gathers me into His arms, He soothes my heart and soul.
The great "I AM" is with me, my life is in His hand
The "Son of the Lord" is my hope, it's in His strength I stand
I refuse to be defeated, my eyes are on my God
He has promised to be with me, as through this life I trod
I'm looking past all my circumstances, to heaven's throne above
My prayers have reached the heart of God I'm resting in His love
I give God thanks in everything, my eyes are on His face
The battle's His, the victory mine, He'll help me win the race
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!
~contributed by LMMyers
I refuse
I refuse to be discouraged, to be sad, or to cry
I refuse to be downhearted, and here's the reason why
I have a God who's mighty, who's sovereign and supreme
I have a God who loves me, and I am on His team.
He is all wise and powerful, Jesus is His name
Though everything is changeable, my God remains the same
My God knows all that's happening; beginning to the end
His presence is my comfort, He is my dearest friend.
When sickness comes to weaken me, to bring my head down low
I call upon my mighty God, into His arms I go
When circumstances threaten to rob me of my peace
He draws me close unto His breast, where all my strivings cease
When my heart melts within me, and weakness takes control
He gathers me into His arms, He soothes my heart and soul.
The great "I AM" is with me, my life is in His hand
The "Son of the Lord" is my hope, it's in His strength I stand
I refuse to be defeated, my eyes are on my God
He has promised to be with me, as through this life I trod
I'm looking past all my circumstances, to heaven's throne above
My prayers have reached the heart of God I'm resting in His love
I give God thanks in everything, my eyes are on His face
The battle's His, the victory mine, He'll help me win the race
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!
~contributed by LMMyers

1 Comments:
good poem! thanks for sharing ;)
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