"And you shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, and with all your soul and with all your might." Deuteronomy 6:5

His Name Is...

 

I love Him and His name is Jesus.

He is more than this life to me.

For it was He who opened my blinded eyes.

He set this poor sinner free.

Yes! He's love and His name is Savior,

Because he first loved me.

He purchased me with His own life's blood;

On a hill called Calvary.

I love Him and His name is Master.

My life He now has for His own.

I will praise and always adore Him;

Even as He comes and carries me home.

 

 

Author ~ Joyce Andrews Bickel

www.mycalvaryslove.com



The Gift

To you who believe, He is precious." 1 Peter 2:7

Christmas is a time of
       family celebration.
Joined hearts in thanksgiving
       filled with jubilation.
Christmas is a time for singing
       merry songs of cheer;
Of reminiscing through another
       passing year.
It is a time to remember
       a Divine Baby Boy
A King who came to earth
       to suffer for our joy.
A sinless Child  destined
       to become a Man;
A Savior born to fulfill
       God's salvation plan.
The Spirit of God is present
       blessing hearts everywhere.
Still, some refuse to embrace
       God's loving care.
Festive plans, holiday sales,
       of such people tell;
Scarcely a thought of Jesus,
       the Lord, Emmanuel.
When all the clamour around you
       beckons to be heard;
Remember God's Gift to you,
       Jesus, His Living Word.

Author ~ Joyce Andrews Bickel
www.mycalvaryslove.com

He Uses Broken Pieces

"There came a woman having an alabaster box of very precious ointment and poured it on His head as He sat at meat."  Luke 26:7

Broken like the box of alabaster
Oil poured out like wine;
I am a piece of God's work
He has placed in this age of time.
He alone has broken me,
By His hand I am poured out;
That His power may rest upon me.
I believe God, I will not doubt.
Blessed is my LORD God
To Him all the glory be.
He uses broken pieces
He fits them into eternity.

Author ~ Joyce Andrews Bickel
www.mycalvaryslove.com

Mountains, A Silent Beauty

"...And God called to him out of the moumtain..."  Exodus 19:3

I see the mountains in the morning
     when the dew is at its best.
There, tall pines are cradled;
      little birds come to rest.
The mountains are a symphony,
      as early morning light;
Uncovers night's blanket, bringing
      beauty to my sight.
Forever they stand like sentinels
      silent, guarding the land;
Molded, shaped and brought into being,
      by God's creative hand.

Author ~ Joyce Andrews Bickel
www.mycalvaryslove.com

Thank You, Father

Father,
     When I think of all the things You have brought me through in my life my heart is overwhelmed. Fountains of praise and thanksgiving bubble up in my heart because You have delivered me.
When I am in seasons of adversity I think of the sacrificial life and death of Your Son. My troubles may be cruel and harsh but they cannot be compared to the agony He suffered. I think on Your love and care for me for these thoughts bring comfort to my soul. They help me to endure life on earth until I stand before Your throne.
     Like David I ask, "What can I give to You for all Your goodness to me?" I do not have anything You need for all I have comes from Your hand. I give You my heart; I give it willingly, gladly. My life is of little value to anyone but You. Your Scriptures tell me I am to have the "mind of Christ". He is my strength, my life, my goal. Most joyfully I surrender my life to the Lordship of Christ. In doing this may You Father, be glorified with His Life in me to accomplish Your will for my life.
     Thank You for bringing me through the Red Seas of my life; for revealing Yourself to me in Your Son.
                In Jesus' Name

Author ~ Joyce Andrews Bickel
www.myclvaryslove.com

Praise to You

"Being confident of this very thing, that He which hath begun a good work in you will perform (will finish) it until the day of Jesus Christ."  Philippians 1:6

Praise to You Most Holy One
for You will finish all You have begun.
Praise to You who dwells beyond the skies;
Most Treasured One, please open my eyes.
Let me know You in all Your beauty.
Help me to see Your Spirit in me.
I hold so dear the lessons given in Your Book.
Let me find You as I pray, I search, I look.
God of infinite wonder and blessing to me;
test my heart, please look carefully
For any sin which would separate me from You.
Then do, O Great Refiner, what You must do.
Remove all I cling to selfishly;
Cleanse my heart, set my spirit free.
For You have promised, O Holy One
I am the work You have begun.
And when life's journey has come to an end,
while angels near, as You command them;
Let  all of heaven sing and testify
You have been the only vision before my eyes.

Author ~ Joyce Andrews Bickel

I Love You As...

"As the Father hath loved Me, so have I loved you: continue ye in My love." John 15:9

Jesus,
How can I tell You how much
You mean to me?
What can I say?
I know!
I'll write a poem of Your creation
And put me in it this way:
I love You as the day that dawns
to kiss the night away.
I praise You as the trees do
when they lift their leaves and sway.
I need You as the earth needs rain
to make all green things grow.
I want You more than anyone but You,
could ever possibly know.
This hymn of praise is for You, Jesus;
from me it's just a part.
While You listen from Your throne in heaven,
May it find its way into Your heart. 

Author ~ Joyce Andrews Bickel