Lift Me Higher
When I’m feeling low, and very so, please lift me from that pit, dear Lord,
Cheer me with Your comfort, bear my burdens on Your shoulders, (strong and broad).
Carry me in Your arms, safe from that which harms, and there, reassure me,
And heal my tortured mind with a sweet heavenly musical medley.
Too often waves of fretfulness, and everyday concerns, fill my mind,
Yes, things that I regret, can’t forget, and just can’t seem to leave behind.
For though I’ve changed, dear Lord, the consequences of my past I still see;
All the hurt and pain, that still remain, within others, and within me.
Though I wish to move on, seems I’m set upon, by haunting memories,
Snapshots and flashbacks, panoramic taunts, that distractions fail to ease.
Though I’m sorry, and deeply so, I feel I’m caught in an undertow,
One that’s threatening to take me down, and lest I drown, please help me so.
Send me power from on high, draw nigh, surround me with the heavenly,
And angels who’ll minister to my needs; my pleas, directed to Thee.
Rebuke the rants of Satan, dismiss each accusation, (with Your grace),
And confidence in You, the One who’s sure and true, help me to embrace.
Oh yes, cover me with that innocent blood flowing from Calvary,
That robe of righteousness, undeserved, yet reserved, for wretches just like me.
Tear down every stronghold, and pull out every root rebelliously installed,
That I may shout with joy, free at last, from the past, in awe of Thee, enthralled.
Yes, Lord, daily lift my thoughts heavenward, reassure me constantly,
Fill my heart with joy and peace, so fears will cease, and bad memories flee.
Whisper midst my daily toil, speak providentially, creatively,
That I may know how much You love me, and how You’re always there for me.
Yes, lift me high above my cares, Lord, those wrong things done, those wrong things said,
And fill my mind and troubled days with heavenly thoughts and ways instead.
Encourage me, via spiritual company, divinely dispatched,
Help me experience Heaven on earth, rebirth, a life that’s unmatched.
By Lance Landall
The Devil's Home-made Brew
It’s my firm belief that a TV isn’t compatible with a Christian home, and nor with Christian belief,
And that aside from it being extremely injurious spiritually, it is also a dreadful thief.
And though many folk may think that they have got it under control, I suspect that such is highly unlikely,
For even if such were the case, there are all those worldly adds — and oh — how they can flicker so destructively.
Yes, full of scantily clad women, (sexploitation, by the way), and those sexual innuendos,
Along with putdowns, violence, crudity, falsehood, half truths, seductive enticements, and whatever else goes.
Yes, a potpourri of sin that is left to run whilst watching something that’s considered as being acceptable,
And which begs the question: How amidst such corruptiveness, can the Holy Spirit within the heart and mind dwell?
And the answer is: He can’t — at least not whilst that worldly cocktail is being imbibed — and clearly willingly so,
For seldom is such rubbish blanked out, if at all, thus allowing the devil’s home-made brew to ferment and flow.
And then there are those hundreds of hours that are spent watching that screen — that is, as opposed to sound Bible study,
Which begs another question: How can Christ be the Lord of someone’s life when they’re giving more time to the TV?
Well, I shall leave you to ponder on that one, dear friend, for it certainly needs serious consideration,
For we’re either full-time Christians or not — and part-time Christians, just receivers of God’s strongest condemnation.
Yes, at the end of the day, no Christian can have it both ways, and hence why Christians should ponder on that TV,
That is, if they have one glowing in their home, and lest it tragically come between them and eternity.
By Lance Landall
"How can you pull down strongholds of Satan if you don't even have the strength to turn off your TV?"
Leonard Ravenhill (1907-1994)
