Jesus had no pointing finger—only arms stretched wide.
In silence.
Yielded.
His love letter to each of us was written with blood.
He rose from the dead. Ever-living.
In believing, we receive . . .
sight, salvation, freedom. Light. Hope.
Eternal life is given.
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art;
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Dear Lord, we remind ourselves today Your never changing Good News.
I Am the LORD, I “will fight for you; you need only be still,”Exodus 14:14.
I Am the LORD, I “give strength to the weary and increase the power of the weak,” Isaiah 40:29.
I Am the LORD, those who “hope in Me will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not faint,” Isaiah 40:31.
I Am the LORD, “So do not fear, for I am with you,” Isaiah 41:10.
Our Father in heaven, holy is Your name. We choose You, we are Your sons and daughters.
Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.
Remind us. Holy Spirit imprint on our minds, a picture of Jesus and His nail-pierced hands reaching out for each and every one of our sins.
For the sins of the entire world . . .
You willingly paid.
Give us the ears to hear Your words, throughout our day “Follow Me.”
And we respond, “I will follow You.”
We wait with great expectancy . . .
We choose to worship You now, and watch our anxieties flee. We choose to worship You Jesus, Be Thou our Vision. Restore Peace to our restless hearts.
Let us exalt the Lord as we take time to meditate and speak:
Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tow’r:
Raise Thou me heav’nward, O Pow’r of my pow’r.
If I lose the world, but have You, I have the King of Heaven as my friend. No one can take that away. You are an ever-lasting love and hope.
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.
High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heav’n’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.
Be Thou My Vision, Irish Hymn, c.8th Century