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Ok, so I haven't been keeping up with this once a week like I had originally planned, but that was approximate after all

Anyhew, for my next feature, I'd like to point you to someone I've never met in "real life", but yet have a great deal of respect and affection for as a wonderful sister in Christ who has been an incredible encouragement and blessing to me. Today's Murphy Award goes out to ~alex-sukehiro, also known as Tina.

Tina and I have found through our various DA encounters that we have so much in common that we must be sisters somehow

Seriously though, it's uncanny. That aside, if you aren't as of yet familiar with her, you should definitely check out her page and read some of her marvelous poetry. You won't be disappointed. She really has a way with words and an incredible knack for painting a vivid picture in your mind through words alone. Here are a couple of my favourites from her gallery (though it wasn't easy to narrow it down):

~MurfQ Just Cuz... http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/13325909/ http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/13325909/ Wed, 13 Jun 2007 06:39:14 PDT Just cuz it's been like forever since I've updated this journal and that's so unusual for me, I figured I'd better update it.

So, lets see... Life has been treating me really good lately for a change. Consequently of course I've been rather busy. Unfortunately, my camera is currently out of commission. I am missing both of my battery chargers and therefore have no way to charge my batteries which are all drained. That I'm not impressed with, but what can you do?

It particularly ticks me off because there are some really nice icebergs floating about that I should be getting wonderful pics of, but I can't. They'll probably be gone by the time I get the new charger that I ordered off of ebay a couple of nights ago. It's actually been a few years since we've had a good iceberg year like this one. In fact, I don't think we've had any decent bergs since I've gotten my awesome digital rebel, so that makes the timing of all this particularly rotten. But there you go, such is life. The important stuff is still going far too well for me to really get upset over such insignificant things.

Work is really slow at the moment, but that should change starting next week. It actually should have changed starting this week as I was supposed to have training all this week at confed, but it's "public service week" so none of the government employees wanted to take 3 hours out of their busy leisurely schedules to do training

so the training got canceled. Only government... I'm not complaining though as I am not really looking forward to my summer task of training 2 sessions of Outlook a day, 4 days a week. I suspect though that this week's courses won't be the only ones to get canceled. They decided not to make the training mandatory and I have a feeling that getting government employees to attend training in the summer will be rather like pulling teeth.

In other news, my brother and his family have moved to Alberta. I try not to think about it anymore than I have to. I miss my adorable nephew soooo much and have no idea when I will get to see him again, but I can be certain it won't be anytime soon.

I got a stash of books come a couple of days ago by Watchman Nee. I don't know if any of you have ever read any of his stuff, but I recently finished "The Normal Christian Life" which was one of the most incredibly insightful books I've ever read (outside of the Bible of course) and so I decided I just had to read more of his stuff. So I ordered set number 3 of the complete works of Watchman Nee. (Set 3 was the cheapest of the 3 and the only one in stock at ChristianBook.com) I will eventually get the other 2 but this one has 16 volumes, some of which are 2 books in one, so it should keep me busy for a while until I accumulate the funds to get another set.

Well, that's about all I have to say at the moment. I don't know why, but I haven't been in the rambling mood much lately....

Godspeed,
Cindy

"The decision to grow always involves a choice between risk and comfort. This means that to be a follower of Jesus you must renounce comfort as the ultimate value of your life."

~ John Ortberg

Without You - Big Daddy Weave

Would we hear the sound
Of breathing in the dark
Where would be lifeÂs spark
Without You
Would the birds ever sing
Would the wind move through the trees
Could I touch the grass so green
Under this big sky so blue
Without You
Without You

And the sun doesnÂt shine
And my world stops spinninÂ round
Without You
Without You
Tell me where else could I ever find
The peace that floods this heart of mine
Without You
Without You

Who could fill, the emptiness inside
Who would ease the pain, in my broken heart
Who would come in and abide
Promise never to depart
Without You
Without You

And the sun doesnÂt shine
And my world stops spinninÂ round
Without You
Without You
Tell me where else could I ever find
The peace that floods this heart of mine
Without You
Without You

I canÂt live without You
I donÂt want to try to
Live one more moment without You

Ok, so I haven't been keeping up with this once a week like I had originally planned, but that was app... ]]> ~MurfQ Crisis of Faith http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/12697023/ http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/12697023/ Sun, 22 Apr 2007 19:56:27 PDT
Very early into this year, I decided, out of sheer desperation I suppose, to undertake a 40 day fast. I made it through 36 days before I had to break it as I was feeling quite ill. For 36 days I never ate a single bite of food and drank nothing but water, the whole time struggling with why I would even do such a thing as I felt like Gods presence had entirely departed from me. Its the strangest thing that I cant even explain, but I knew that God was doing a work in my heart, as He was creating in me a love and forgiveness for certain people that I knew that I was not naturally capable of. And yet at the same time, though I cant explain how it could be, I still somehow felt as if He wasnt really there at all. It was very bizarre but yet still so real to me that I couldnt shake it no matter how hard I tried. For the first time in my life, I was fasting and yet day after day finding it so extremely difficult to force myself to spend some time in prayer.

I kept telling myself that there would come a breaking point and that I would look back at the seemingly barren desert after I had reached the spring and see how God was leading me by the hand the whole time. But the fast ended, life resumed its normal pace, and nothing had changed, except perhaps that the feeling of isolation from God that I was so afraid to admit seemed all the more plausible. It became increasingly difficult after that for me to spend any real time in heartfelt prayer. Even when I would pray, which was much less than what I used to, I knew my heart wasnt really in it and I felt that most times I was just mouthing words because I knew I should or I had promised to pray for somebody. At times I would kneel by my bed and I would want so much to weep before God, but not a single tear would come. I couldnt force myself to feel something that I didnt, no matter how much I wanted to, and believe me I wanted to. I so desperately wanted to.

I thought that when things went sour a few years back at a particular church that I was deeply involved with and I was so hurt, that what followed for me was an extremely difficult and dry time spiritually. But looking back now, it pales in comparison to what Ive felt like for the past roughly 4 months. For the first time in my life, again though I would never admit it to anyone (partly because I was afraid of hurting someone else's faith and partly because I was afraid to admit it to myself), I was really beginning to believe that it might never turn around. I began to question why I shouldnt just throw it all down and give up on the whole God thing. But of course, something inside of me (or perhaps I should say someone inside of me) would never allow for such a thing no matter how I felt. He is so incredibly faithful, through it all, and thankfully, He never gives up.

I was at church tonight and something broke inside of me. God did an incredible work in my heart. Into about the second or third song, I started to cry and I pretty much cried for the entire service, which is really not like me. There was such an incredible sense of the presence of God that I couldnt help but to weep in His presence. And the more I thought about how long it has been since worshiping God has touched me so much that it brought tears to my eyes, the more I wept. Tonight was such an incredible, seemingly long over-due, breaking point for me. My heart was broken in the best possible way that it might be mended. Im having difficulty even writing this as my eyes fill with tears of great joy and my heart is amazed.

I just had to share this. Who knows but there might be someone else out there feeling the way I did. And who knows but that such a person might stumble upon this journal and be encouraged to know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

]]> ~MurfQ ... http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/12645547/ http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/12645547/ Wed, 18 Apr 2007 17:18:04 PDT
I'm finding myself at a loss for words and the funny thing is, it's okay...

If you're not familiar with the above passage, it's actually a song by Peter Kipley and Bart Millard (of MercyMe). My apologies if you thought it was more of my random ramblings, but I'm not in a rambling mood. I am in fact, finding myself at a loss for words...

]]> ~MurfQ Sweet Forgiveness http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/12302458/ http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/12302458/ Fri, 23 Mar 2007 20:52:05 PDT As awesome as it feels to know that you are forgiven, there's something extra special in being able to extend forgiveness to someone else. This was the privilege I was given tonight and I have to tell you, there's no feeling quite like it. I am on a total high.

Ok, so allow me to back up a little and share with you how all this came about. Some years back, I was very highly involved in a particular church here in my beautiful city. Without going into details of water under the bridge, I found myself in disfavour with the leadership and was practically kicked out of said church. Apart from the whole issue with the pastors, what hurt me the most was the fact that (with the exception of two friends) no one in the church so much as called me on the phone to see if I was ok and let me know that they cared. I mean, it's not like I was a mere pew warmer. Three weeks before being ex-communicated, I was the one preaching in the Sunday morning service while the pastor was out of town. I had poured my life into these people and considered them all like family. Had I physically been stabbed in the heart, it surely would not have been so painful as what I went through over the ensuing weeks. But that's not the point of what I'm trying to share with you tonight.

Eventually, God was able to get a hold of my heart, and I came to terms with what had happened, released the bitterness that it had caused in me, and chose to forgive the people involved, even though they had never repented and were themselves likely convinced that they had done nothing wrong.

That brings me to tonight, a number of years after the fact. Tonight I attended special services at another church that I had been a part of for some time on two separate occasions. Yes, you got me, I am indeed one of those people that gets accused of being a church hopper, unable to submit, and various other nonsense, though all I really want is to let God be God and help to build His kingdom and not some man's pathetic agenda, but I digress. Anyway, at said service there were those present from the other shall we say ex-fellowship of mine. After the service, this lady who was on the advisory council (that church's name for the board of deacons, or whatever other name you want to give it) at the time of my departure, and whom I had at one time had a great deal of respect for and also considered a friend, came along to greet me. We exchanged pleasantries, like you would, but then something happened that I was not expecting at all. She knelt down beside me (I was sitting in my seat preparing to leave at the time) and proceeded to ask me to forgive her, not for anything that she had done, but for what she had not done. For not keeping in contact with me, for not asking any questions, for not even replying to an email that I had sent her (which I don't even remember doing but obviously I must have as it has been gnawing on her conscience). Basically, for exactly the things that had hurt me so much since (apart from the pastors) it was the inaction as opposed to actions of these people that had cut me so deeply. Of course, I didn't hesitate in accepting her apology and extending forgiveness. That's not because I'm such an incredible person who is always quick to forgive (though I'm definitely getting better at it by the grace of God) but simply because I had already dealt with this in my own heart some time ago.

One might have thought that since I'd already dealt with the issue in my own heart, this gesture would have had no real affect on me. At least, that's how I would have thought. But I must say, I was wrong. It has indeed affected me. Extending forgiveness to someone who thinks they don't need it is one thing; extending it to someone who has repented and therefore is able to receive your forgiveness is quite another. This, of course, makes perfect sense when you really stop to think about it. It's like how God, through the sacrifice of His son, Jesus, extended forgiveness to all mankind, yet it is really only effective for those that recognize their need for it and are therefore able to receive that forgiveness. Forgiveness, like so many things, requires both a sender and a receiver to be of any real value.

Being on the receiving end of forgiveness is an incredible blessing, but so is being on the giving end. Of course, the truth is, you can't really have one without the other. After all, Jesus said that if we don't forgive those who do us wrong, then the Father will not forgive us of our sins. (Mark 11:26) Now there's a verse that many would love to strike out of the bible, but none the less it remains, and it is just as true as everybody's favourite, John 3:16. The awesome part is, while we do have to make a decision to forgive, we don't have to rely on our own strength to carry it out. Instead we can rely on the love of God in us, that is shed abroad in our hearts, to empower u... ]]> ~MurfQ Spring Fever http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/12280636/ http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/12280636/ Thu, 22 Mar 2007 06:53:24 PDT I don't know about you, but it's that time of year when I get bit by the spring fever bug. I just wanna get out and enjoy the warm spring air and sunshine. Now if only we could get some of that warm spring air and sunshine around here. It was freezing this morning and I'm tired of scraping the frost from my car windows.

In any event, spring is here, whether it feels like it or not, and it's that time of year when a young woman's heart turns to thoughts of photography. Yeah ok I know, you were thinking of something else. But hey, have I ever claimed to be normal? Of course not, don't be ridiculous. Anyway, I was just over on ebay ordering some new photography equipment to revitalize my waning passion. Heh heh. Actually, I was thinking of buying a macro lens, but they're kinda pricey and I'm not sure I would find enough little things to photograph. So in the end, I decided to go a cheap route and play with it a bit and see if I get into it. If I do, perhaps I'll buy one a little later after I get some things straightened out financially. So, I just ordered a set of close up filters and a lens reversing ring to play with. Should be lots of fun. I still need to find a cable for my flash so I can hold it off from the camera, then I should be satisfied for a little while at least.

Not much else noteworthy happening at the moment. I'm going to attend some special meetings this weekend at a church that I used to attend. Seems a bit awkward, certain things considered, but I really wanna hear the special speaker they're bringing in. So there you have it, unless they kick me out, I'm going to go and try my utmost not to be too distracted to enjoy it. I'll see how it goes after tomorrow night.

Well, amazingly I have run out of things to say. I know, you're shocked, but there you have it.

Godspeed,
Cindy

"A truly humble man is sensible of his natural distance from God; of his dependence on Him; of the insufficiency of his own power and wisdom; and that it is by God's power that he is upheld and provided for, and that he needs God's wisdom to lead and guide him, and His might to enable him to do what he ought to do for Him." ~ Jonathan Edwards

I've been listening to Amazing Grace Radio (over the internet) here at work the past few days. I heard this song and it completely captured me. I've ordered the CD (even though I have no idea what the rest of it is like) just to get this song. It hasn't arrived yet and I haven't heard it again on the radio, but it's still the song of my heart at the moment...

Audience of One - Big Daddy Weave

I come on my knees
To lay down before you
Bringing all that I am
Longing only to know you
Seeking your face
And not only your hand
I find you embracing me
Just as I am

And I lift these songs
To you and you alone
As I sing to you
In my praises make your home

To my audience of one
You are Father, and you are Son
As your spirit flows free,
Let it find within me
A heart that beats to praise you.
And now just to know you more
Has become my great reward
To see your kingdom come
And your will be done
I only desire to be yours,
Lord

So what could I bring
To honor your majesty
What song could I sing
That would move the heart of royalty
And all that I have
Is the life that youve given me
So Lord let me live for you
My song with humility

And Lord as the love song
Of my life is played
I have one desire
To bring glory to your name

(Chorus)

And we lift these songs
To you and you alone
As we sing to you
In our praises make your home

(Chorus)

It seems to me only right that the first installment of my features should go out to the one responsible for my being here on deviantART. So, if you've been wondering who to thank for my presence, or who to blame depending on your perspective, it is the one and only ~Smole

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Sean (as he's know outside of deviantART) has been a good friend of mine for a number of years. I joined deviantART only because I was unable to comment on his artwork here without an account. At the time I had no intentions of posting anything, but as you can see, somewhere along the line I got bitten by the DA bug and have been trapped here ever since. Not that I'm complaining mind you.

Sean is a very sweet and... ]]> ~MurfQ What'd'ya think? (Now with tag) http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/12042945/ http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/12042945/ Mon, 05 Mar 2007 18:05:04 PST Hey all!

I've been fiddling around with this CSS stuff to create my own unique style for my journal. This is what I've come up with thus far. Please feel free to tell me what you really think. Of course, ultimately I'm gonna style it in a way that represents me, whatever you think

, but I would still love to hear your opinions and suggestions.

I often find that certain songs have a powerful impact on my life. They often minister to me during difficulties and situations that might otherwise cause me to loose faith or become depressed. They also minister to me during the good times. I will be using this section to share with you songs that are ministering to me at any given time. So I might as well start right now:

The Sun is Shining by Third Day

Yesterday I found
That everything I knew was wrong
It was upside down
The life I thought I had was gone

But You came and whispered love to me
And You gave me strength to carry on

Oh, the sun is shining
There is hope for me again
A new day's dawning
The sun is shining

Yesterday I lost
Everything I had and loved
Then I cried out for You, Lord
And You came and picked me up

And the sorrow lasted through the night
But the joy came with the morn

Oh, the sun is shining
There is hope for me again
A new day's dawning
The sun is shining

I will lift my voice
No, I won't be silent
For You heard my cry
And You turned my mourning into dancing
And so forever I'll sing

He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose. ~ Jim Elliot

I've decided to start featuring my wonderful watchers in my journal, one at a time, probably changing about once a week, though that's just an estimate. It won't be in any particular order, just whoever I feel like featuring at the time. I'll just be doing a little write-up on you (be afraid, be very afraid

) and posting a few of my favourite of your deviations. Since you don't all know each other, this might help... maybe...

Ok, so this wasn't an actual tag. It was sent to me via email. But I figured I'd post it here anyway, just because I was in the mood. Relax now, I won't be tagging anyone. Unless of course you want to be tagged. In which case consider yourself tagged...

1. Name one person who made you smile today.
Me. I often amuse myself. LOL

2. What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?
Getting dressed or putting in my contacts or some such morning ritual.

3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
Answering some comments and watching MASH

4. What is something that happened to you in 1994?
T'was the year that I graduated from high school. Also the year I got my driver's license. I'm not quite sure which event was more significant

6. How many different things did you drink today?
Six - OJ, a delicious mixed fruit smoothie, water, skim milk, Raspberry flavoured water, and chocolate milk.

7. What color is your hairbrush?
I don't have one. I never brush my hair!

8. What was the last thing you bought?
Chocolate milk and a bag of potatoes - on my way home from work on Friday.

10. What color is your front door?
Burgandy

12. What was the weather like today?
It was a cloudy but snowless day, which is a welcome sight right about now.

13. What is the best ice cream flavor?
Udderly Divine! - it really is

16. What size shoe do you wear?
11, which is generally hard to come by around these parts. Therefore, shoe shopping is usually something I put off as long as possible.

17. Do you have a sister?
No, but I've got a sister-in-law, which is almost as good now that I'm grown. Would have been nice to have a sister growing up though. Then again, maybe not, probably would have just been competition LOL

18. Are you very random?
I have my days.

19. Do you want to cut your hair?
Not at the moment. I had it cut a... ]]> ~MurfQ Enough Already!!! http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/11940093/ http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/11940093/ Fri, 23 Feb 2007 20:37:48 PST
I was over to my brother's house tonight, since my sister-in-law and I had made plans for pizza and a movie night (which my brother also decided to get in on). I expected I could be home before the snow even started as it was forecast to start around midnight. However, by the time we went to pick-up the pizza around 9 (we couldn't get it delivered because apparently their delivery drivers "went missing" or so I was told) the storm was already gaining momentum. So, it was interesting, to say the least, coming home tonight. All I can say is thank God for studded snow tires!

Anyhew, we watched "Flushed Away", which I must say was absolutely hilarious. I picked it up at the grocery store on my way over. You gotta love how grocery stores are turning into department stores and vice versa.

The grocery store was even more ridiculously crowded than it generally is approaching Christmas. All you have to do is announce a snow storm and everyone goes nuts thinking they won't have enough food to get them through. Of course I say that while I myself would not have headed to the grocery store tonight were it not for the impending storm. I figured if I'm gonna get trapped in the house tomorrow, I might as well take the opportunity to make myself a big pot of burnin' hot chili and also try out a new recipe I found online for curried lentil soup. Sounds yummy.

I'm starting to really get into cooking these days. Last night for supper I made my first authentic Thai dish from one of the Thai cookbooks I bought while in Thailand. I had Plaa Chon Neung Manow, which in English is Steamed Fish with Lime Sauce. Don't let the name deceive you though, while there is indeed lime juice in the sauce, it's more defined by the 20 bird's eye chillies that go into a single serving. Now there's something to clear the sinuses. I must say, I never got served anything that hot in Thailand. I really think they hold back the hot stuff from the foreigners thinking we can't handle it. I have good reason for thinking this. The hottest thing I did have in Thailand came in the form of a really hot variety of Mama Noodles (seemingly the Asian equivalent of Mr. Noodles). I purchased those at a little convenience store built onto a house in the neighbourhood we were staying in and the little lady that served me (who couldn't speak English) seemed absolutely obsessed with convincing me to take any other flavour but those. That of course just served to make me all the more determined to get that flavour and I was glad that I didn't back down. I love it hot!

Well, I guess I've done enough rambling for now, so I think I'll go get ready to hit the sack. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be an absolutely exhausting day!

Godspeed,
Cindy

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]]> ~MurfQ Snow Day! (Now with Pics) http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/11892827/ http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/11892827/ Tue, 20 Feb 2007 11:21:42 PST
I took my mother into work around 9 this morning. The streets were in really bad shape. Fortunately, I never got stuck though. It sounds crazy, but I rather enjoy driving in snow storms. It helps of course that there is hardly any traffic on the roads. I'm not so fond of it when I end up driving home in a storm round about the same time as most other people like yesterday afternoon. But that's life.

Oh well, I reckon I should get dressed up again (ie: pull on my snowboard pants and parka over my pj's) and get back out at the snow. I still have to try and clear off the back bridge where the snow is more than halfway up the door and we had to throw Prince out in it last night and this morning. Fun, fun, fun! Remind me why I wanted a snow day!

And since they say a picture is worth a thousand words, here's a few thousand words worth:

This was the path I had to beat through to get to the buried snowblower this morning:

This is the view from the bridge as I was shoveling down to the driveway:

This is what the cars looked like shortly into the snow clearing effort. The one you can see is my car. The one you can see just a small patch of the top of is my dad's. You can probably guess why I ended up driving mom to work this morning!

And finally, here's my dad and the trusty snowblower:

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]]> ~MurfQ I have returned... http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/11885632/ http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/11885632/ Mon, 19 Feb 2007 17:44:34 PST
It's me again. I have indeed returned. Crazy things have been happening in my life, but we won't go there. At least not tonight. Besides, it's getting to the point where if my life started looking normal, I think I'd have a real reason to be scared. I have come to accept the fact that I have clearly never been destined for normalcy.

Anyhew, after a few weeks break from DA here, it's obviously going to take me a while to get caught up around here. So, in the meantime, why not pop by and let me know how things are going. I'd love to hear from you all, and I will get around to your galleries eventually.

We're in the middle of a blizzard here, but it's supposed to end pretty early in the morning so it's not looking good for getting a snow day tomorrow. You never know though. The lights are flickering quite a bit at the moment, so I'm going to clue up and post this before we end up losing the power and thus the internet.

Godspeed,
Cindy

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]]> ~MurfQ Until we meet again... http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/11342959/ http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/11342959/ Sat, 06 Jan 2007 21:39:55 PST

I will not likely be on DA for quite some time. Do not be alarmed at my absence. I am merely taking a break from all the distractions of life to devote myself to seeking the face of God through prayer and fasting. This is a good thing, and I shall return in due course. Due course may take a while, I'm not sure how long. In the meantime, if you need to reach me for something, my home email address can be found in my profile on my front page. I will check this from time to time. Those of you that are privledged enough to have my work email should use that instead as it is checked much more regularily, even when I'm not at work

May you all be exremely blessed.

Godspeed,
Cindy

P.S. I shall leave you with this awesome discription of my Lord and King that I swiped from ~alex-sukehiro's journal:

That's MY King!
*as spoken by the late S.M. Lockridge

My King was born King. The Bible says He's a Seven Way King. He's the King of the Jews - that's an Ethnic King. He's the King of Israel - that's a National King. He's the King of righteousness. He's the King of the ages. He's the King of Heaven. He's the King of glory. He's the King of kings and He is the Lord of lords.
Now that's my King.

Well, I wonder if you know Him.
Do you know Him?
Don't try to mislead me. Do you know my King?

David said the Heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament shows His handiwork. My King is the only one of whom there are no means of measure that can define His limitless love. No far seeing telescope can bring into visibility the coastline of the shore of His supplies. No barriers can hinder Him from pouring out His blessing.

He's enduringly strong. He's entirely sincere. He's eternally steadfast. He's immortally graceful. He's imperially powerful. He's impartially merciful.
That's my King.

He's God's Son. He's the sinner's saviour. He's the centerpiece of civilization. He stands alone in Himself. He's honest. He's unique. He's unparalleled. He's unprecedented. He's supreme. He's pre-eminent. He's the grandest idea in literature. He's the highest personality in philosophy. He's the supreme problem in higher criticism. He's the fundamental doctrine of historic theology. He's the carnal necessity of spiritual religion.
That's my King.

He's the miracle of the age. He's the superlative of everything good that you choose to call Him. He's the only one able to supply all our needs simultaneously. He supplies strength for the weak. He's available for the tempted and the tried. He sympathizes and He saves. He's the Almighty God who guides and keeps all his people. He heals the sick. He cleanses the lepers. He forgives sinners. He discharged debtors. He delivers the captives. He defends the feeble. He blesses the young. He serves the unfortunate. He regards the aged. He rewards the diligent and He beautifies the meek.
That's my King.

Do you know Him?

Well, my King is a King of knowledge. He's the wellspring of wisdom. He's the doorway of deliverance. He's the pathway of peace. He's the roadway of righteousness. He's the highway of holiness. He's the gateway of glory. He's the master of the mighty. He's the captain of the conquerors. He's the head of the heroes. He's the leader of the legislatures. He's the overseer of the overcomers. He's the governor of governors. He's the prince of princes. He's the King of kings and He's the Lord of lords.
That's my King.

His office is manifold. His promise is sure. His light is matchless. His goodness is limitless. His mercy is everlasting. His love never changes. His Word is enough. His grace is sufficient. His reign is righteous. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. I wish I could describe Him to you . . . but He's indescribable.
That's my King.

He's incomprehensible, He's invincible, and He is irresistible.
I'm coming to tell you this, that the heavens of heavens can't contain Him, let alone some man explain Him. You can't get Him out of your mind. You can't get Him off of your hands. You can't outlive Him and you can't live without Him. The Pharisees couldn't stand Him, but they found out they couldn't stop Him. Pilate couldn't find any fault in Him. The witnesses couldn't get their testimonies to agree about Him. Herod couldn't kill Him. Death couldn't handle Him and the grave couldn't h... ]]> ~MurfQ Happy New Year!!! http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/11279965/ http://MurfQ.deviantart.com/journal/11279965/ Mon, 01 Jan 2007 19:24:29 PST