tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92158257381347690562024-03-25T18:13:54.432-04:00JoyxThreeWords are important. God teaches us so many things that we can share with good words. My experiences as a mom, teacher, musician, and wife may help you in yours! I am not perfect, but i do have a perfect God!Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.comBlogger181125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-82112414207417187982024-03-03T15:03:00.003-05:002024-03-03T15:03:48.756-05:00You Are Calling My Name You whisper on the gentle breeze
And beckon with a moon beam
Branches from the birch tree
Seem to hasten me to come
The flowers by the wayside
Remind me to be still
To always rest inside Thy care
To walk within Thy Will
Once more You call in sunset’s blaze
I marvel at the sight
But the greatest wonder as You call
Is that You know my name at allJoy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-33083299962333700332023-12-04T09:58:00.000-05:002023-12-04T09:58:02.406-05:00The Daysman From eternity to eternity
Always crowned with Deity
Wonderful, Creator
Master, Sustainer
Then the Word became flesh--
God with us, God for us
Born in Bethlehem’s stable
A manger for his cradle
The King of Glory, The Son of Man
Now hung between the earth and sky
A Rugged Cross spans the gulf between
Appeasing Justice, making sinner
clean
Jesus—wonderful Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-17316843889392753952023-11-23T22:11:00.001-05:002023-11-23T22:11:09.593-05:00The Voice of a PsalmGive thanks unto the LORD
He has wrought for His Name’s sake
Cleansing our sin
Making us whole
Sing praise to our God
For His strength in our weakness
Lifting us up
Giving us grace
Worship at His footstool
For He is holiness and compassion
The God of Truth
Who proved His Love
Hallelujah to the King of Kings
Our Righteous God still reigns
His Word is Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-489696896148257912023-10-05T13:17:00.001-04:002023-10-05T13:17:33.943-04:00Go All the Way with Me Go All the Way with Me
Go all the way with me, Lord, all
the way
Stamp in me the cross of Thy Son
Transform my mind, my motive,
myself
Do not stop until Thy work is done
Go all the way with me, Lord, all
the way
Through trials and suffering I
don’t understand
Use these times to mold my heart
To respect Thee, adore Thee and
hold to Thy hand
Go all the way Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-27109393122590246012023-04-30T06:17:00.004-04:002023-05-10T16:34:57.942-04:00The New NameOnce on a mountain in the Wilderness
The Law was given—
Rules in which to choose and live or
to refuse and die
But no man was found
Once on a hill in Jerusalem
A Saviour was given
God who made the Law became Man to
fulfill the Law
He is the Promise found
Once by humble faith
Salvation was claimed
Not a wage earned but a gift
received by faith
It is seeing my sin by theJoy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-33114290928741687222023-03-14T11:26:00.000-04:002023-03-14T11:26:02.393-04:00At Thy FeetSitting at Thy feet to listen
Healing words I clearly hear
Mercy, grace, abundant pardon
Draw me ever near
Falling at Thy feet in anguish
Grief compels my bitter cry
Once again to draw me close
When I don’t know the why
Kneeling by Thy feet to wash them
Faith can see the brutal wound
By Thy nail prints, bleeding side
My life in Thine becomes perfumed
**********Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-28039042761654414912023-03-07T13:46:00.004-05:002023-03-07T13:46:50.879-05:00NowSo many in colonial days
Searched their hearts and knelt to pray
Travailing in tears for this fledgling land
Asking for guidance from God’s own hand
And from their supplications grew
This country great and wide and strong
Built upon the Word of God
Laws in which her sons must trod
But now the warriors sleep in death
Her sons forsake the olden way
Is anyone taking time toJoy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-80659631755560771082023-02-24T09:16:00.001-05:002023-02-24T09:16:23.778-05:00God Doth NotGod doth not sleep, O weary Pilgrim
Your plight is no surprise
Though all the mountains fall
His child is seen by loving eyes
God doth not lie, O doubting
Christian
Though black night lingers on and
on
Robbing mind of rest and sleep
Let His Promise be your song
God doth not fail, O lonely
Children
Though crowd may mock and proudly scorn
Victors all who follow Him
Who Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-35174626712996117332023-02-22T08:55:00.008-05:002023-02-22T08:55:55.663-05:00Holding My Father's HandSo often
when I’m weary--
Life’s
struggles get me down
Circumstances
overwhelm
I feel like
I will drown
I need the
calm assurance
Of my
Father’s gentle care
I will seek
His face in Scripture
And kneel
to Him in prayer
It is there
that He reminds me
That He
will always hold my hand
I will trust
in Him completely
To walk the
path He’s planned
I feel His
peace Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-73385216152773275792023-02-03T11:35:00.005-05:002023-02-03T11:35:57.009-05:00A Bird in the Rain
He
sat upon the tree limb
Singing
a pretty song
His
joy got my attention
I
wondered if he’d been there long
How
could he be so happy--
The
rain was pouring down!
His
feathers looked quite ragged
But
I didn’t see a frown!
I
listened even closer
While
he whistled the refrain:
“God
takes care of all His creatures--
Even
birdies in the rain!”
Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-62954062348370963692023-01-04T10:18:00.007-05:002023-01-04T10:18:59.657-05:00Let's Have a SandwichI started to build a sandwich
With all the fixings I had
But without the bread on either side
My sandwich looked quite sad
But when I put one slice of bread
Beneath my stack of food
Then another one on top
It didn’t look so skewed
So it is with trusting prayer
I start with seeking God
Then ask Him for my present need
And end with praise and laud
This kind of Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-10463232786356062822022-12-28T13:30:00.003-05:002022-12-28T13:30:30.878-05:00His Mark Deut.
15:16-17, Phil. 2:5-8, 25-30, I Cor. 6:20, II Cor. 5:14-20
I had been bought
with a price—
The debt was
paid in full
I was
brought into the Master’s house
Freed from
the slavery of sin
Safe within
the sheltering walls
I learned to
see His heart
His love
compelled to greater love
To give Him
all not part
I saw the stripes
He bore for me
The walk of
Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-12625938206653989952022-12-13T12:20:00.006-05:002022-12-13T12:20:50.353-05:00Ashamed? Ashamed of Me?
The Wounded one
The Crucified
The Friend who bore sin’s penalty
Ashamed of Me?
The Spotless Lamb
The Prince of Peace
Grace that makes the blind to see
Ashamed of Me?
The King of kings
The Word made flesh
The Saviour who has set you free
Ashamed of Thee?
How could I fail to love Thy Name?
Or share the Gospel to those in pain?
Of self, Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-23060213628527536482022-12-12T17:59:00.001-05:002022-12-12T17:59:09.947-05:00How Christmas Comes
It
is not the lights in the windows
Or
the decorations upon the tree
Not
the shopping for presents
Or
the excitement of what could be
Christmas
is so much deeper—
A
feast of true peace and joy
A
song that is sung to God’s Glory
Bearing
fruit that cannot be destroyed
If
this time of year seems too busy
You
get tired of the scurry and fuss
Slow
down—the Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-37069658820282621252022-11-29T10:47:00.004-05:002022-11-29T10:47:52.191-05:00Given Much
The
King laid aside His garments
To
be wrapped in swaddling clothes
A
babe of flesh in a manger
Yet
God who will face death’s throes
He
grew in wisdom and stature--
So
full of truth and grace
But
soon He would know the horror
Of
men who spit in His face
He
preached throughout the nation
Healing
the sick and lame
He
touched the lowly sinners
Showing
He Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-18711293139586318912022-11-15T09:05:00.002-05:002022-11-15T09:05:46.458-05:00What I See
I
kept staring at the slide:
The
swirling disappointment
Dark
spots of despair and delay
Discouraged,
defeated, dismayed
The
world reduced to a single point
At the end of my microscope
But
then I looked up:
The
sky was full of Thy Glory!
Bright
banners of peace and joy!
My
Rock, My Fortress, My Protection
Nothing
is impossible with God!
Reading
the open pages Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-64225809222191465922022-10-31T10:58:00.000-04:002022-10-31T10:58:13.792-04:00It Just Hasn't Happened Yet
Your feelings cannot
see beyond
The happenings of
today
But faith will hold
the Truths of God--
Will follow and obey
Just because the
blessings
Are not there before your eyes
Don’t give up or quit
the fight—
God sees the one who
tries
Start trusting in His
Promises
Stop longing for what
self gets
God gives rewards for
faithful acts
It just hasn’t
happened…
Yet
Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-61450542883449222552022-10-27T09:07:00.003-04:002022-10-27T09:07:18.672-04:00As Sheep in the Midst of WolvesWolves can be found everywhere
Attacking body, soul, and mind
But my Gentle Shepherd loveth me
I can trust Him to lead and be kind
I shall not worry, I shall not want
Even when walking through the dark vale
Thou givest me strength in my weakness
In Thy Name shall I trust and prevail
I am comforted in Thy correction
I am surrounded with Thy tender care
You are always Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-69406181167016547092022-10-19T10:29:00.004-04:002022-10-19T10:29:52.677-04:00Hold My Gaze Upon Calvary Hold my gaze upon Calvary
How dark the day! How stark my sin!
The sacrifice so high a cost
For Him to rescue one so lost
Hold my gaze upon Calvary
How bold the stripes! How deep the thorns!
They laid upon the King of kings
He still with grace salvation brings
Hold my gaze upon Calvary
How wide his arms! His searching eyes!
Looking for the straying sheep
He never Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-23855165475570938772022-09-19T08:56:00.005-04:002022-09-19T08:56:57.188-04:00Don't Waste Your Soul
Don’t waste your
soul, O thoughtless fool
Rushing through each pleasured
day
Vanity and toys consume
the priceless gift God gave
For eternity’s not
long enough for you for sin to pay
Don’t waste their soul,
O lazy Christian
The harvesting of
ripened fields cannot a moment wait
Go and reach your
neighbors and those around the world
Or the sounding of
the trumpet Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-35662232072961165862022-06-20T14:59:00.003-04:002022-06-20T15:01:41.290-04:00Reviving the Stones An object at rest
tends to stay at rest—
These stones hadn’t
moved for quite some time
Buried in the rubbish
left behind
They waited for
someone—anyone--to care
It didn’t have to be
the best speaker
Or one with talents
by the score
But just one willing
to fill the breach
To stand before the
Lord
Have you ever heard a
stone rejoice?
A rock “Hosanna”
shout
When God Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-11756384422178354182022-06-09T07:43:00.002-04:002022-06-09T07:43:20.939-04:00Abba, Father
A
name declared
A
home prepared
Abba,
Father
One
who leads
Who
meets each need
Abba,
Father
One
who hears
Comforts,
cheers
Abba,
Father
He
loves, forgives
For
others lives
Abba,
Father
A
gentle Guide
Walks
by our side
Abba,
Father
All-seeing
eyes
With
words so wise
Abba,
Father
Rewarding
right
Sin
flees His sight
Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-91487910064345720062022-05-27T06:21:00.000-04:002022-05-27T06:21:02.663-04:00He Said It Again
He
meant it the first time He said it--
He
always did
But
he knew the human heart
So
he said it again and again
In
raging rain and howling storm
It
speaks a “Peace, be still”
When
faced with things outside the norm
His
own peace our hearts fill
Peace
that keeps through darkest night
Whispering
“Never fear”
Then
pulls us into warmth of light
“Thy
Saviour is Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-6550088323906615692022-04-28T17:01:00.008-04:002022-04-28T17:01:57.176-04:00This is the Confidence
There’s
a Refuge from the wicked darts
Assurance
through the test
A
Place of peace and safety
Where
my mind can find some rest
A
Knowledge of the Promises
A
Trust in God above
Who
watches for His children
Enfolds
them in His love
Yes,
Prayer will walk the Pathway
Left
by wounded, bloodied feet
In
the fear of the Lord to seek His Will
He
our Confidence Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9215825738134769056.post-61550288001000663972022-04-19T09:23:00.000-04:002022-04-19T09:23:02.860-04:00The Power of His Might The Power of His Might
Building a tower to
Heaven
The Pharisee picked
up his tools
His zeal to obey the
letter
Caused pride to muddy
the rules
This man was not good
in his heart
He walked just like those
he did hate
But in his mind, he
was righteous
And all that he did
was first rate
But that would never
be enough
To satisfy the cost
There is only one Way—Joy x Threehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06105085616016119994noreply@blogger.com0