Comments on: missing the point? http://normansennema.com/archives/1734 trying to find His way Tue, 07 Feb 2012 10:01:47 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 By: Tony http://normansennema.com/archives/1734/comment-page-1#comment-693 Tony Sun, 01 Feb 2009 12:06:10 +0000 http://normansennema.com/?p=1734#comment-693 What do you have to say for yourself? Do I have the words to speak when I am asked to give my story of faith - how God has worked in History and in me? The religious leaders had eyes with which they could not see the Way but only their way. How often do I not insist upon my and not God's Way? God interweaves His faithfulness, His love, His promises throughout the Story. Continue to mold me Lord and use me as an instrument of Your Way. Help me to walk in the most excellent Way also on this day. O Master, let me walk with Thee, In lowly paths of service free; Tell me Thy secret; help me bear The strain of toil, the fret of care. Help me the slow of heart to move By some clear, winning word of love; Teach me the wayward feet to stay, And guide them in the homeward way. O Master, let me walk with Thee, Before the taunting Pharisee; Help me to bear the sting of spite, The hate of men who hide Thy light. What do you have to say for yourself? Do I have the words to speak when I am asked to give my story of faith – how God has worked in History and in me? The religious leaders had eyes with which they could not see the Way but only their way. How often do I not insist upon my and not God’s Way? God interweaves His faithfulness, His love, His promises throughout the Story. Continue to mold me Lord and use me as an instrument of Your Way. Help me to walk in the most excellent Way also on this day.

O Master, let me walk with Thee,
In lowly paths of service free;
Tell me Thy secret; help me bear
The strain of toil, the fret of care.

Help me the slow of heart to move
By some clear, winning word of love;
Teach me the wayward feet to stay,
And guide them in the homeward way.

O Master, let me walk with Thee,
Before the taunting Pharisee;
Help me to bear the sting of spite,
The hate of men who hide Thy light.

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