Give Me This Mountain

 

 

Give Me This Mountain

By George Thurlow

 
Help me to remember Lord

The battle is not mine;

In struggles and when under siege

Help me hold the line.

 

I won't surrender to circumstance,

But remain surrendered to You...

For the only way to victory

Is to hang on and yield to You.

 

Give me spiritual vision

To see the picture as You do.

Don't let me faint or falter,

But keep my eyes on You.

 

Lord don't let me fail You

Or cause You any shame.

Even in the chaos

Let me glorify Your name.

 

In the midst of confusion

Let me be a shining light...

So that others may come to know

You're my strength and might.

 

Don't let me spoil my witness

Nor murmur and complain...

For unbelievers are watching

How I handle pressure and pain.

 

Keep my mind in perfect peace

When all around is falling apart.

Let me rest in confidence,

Bring a calmness to my heart.

 

No giant is unconquerable

When I walk on a heavenly plain;

I can enjoy the Sonshine

Even in the clouds and rain.

 

Holy Spirit refreshen me

As I drink from the bubbling fountain

Then like Caleb I can boldly say

"Give to me this mountain".

 

 



The Valley Of Decision

 

 

Valley Of Decision

By George Thurlow

 

 

Multitudes in the valley of decision,

There's no time for delay.

Rescue all the perishing

For Christ is on the way.

 

The day in nearly over;

The sun's sinking in the sky.

Darkness will be o'er the earth

In sin unsaved shall die.

 

Hearken now unto His command

To be fisher's of men.

The portals of Glory shall open;

The day of the Lord's at hand.

 

I hear the sound of distant thunder;

The clouds are rolling back.

The King has left His royal throne

For all is right on track.

 

The archangel is poised and ready;

The trump is to His lips.

Believer's man the lifeboats;

Snatch souls from the devil's grip.

 

Multitudes in the valley of decision,

On the brink of eternity,

One step away from the fiery pit,

It's up to you and me.

Treasure Hunt

 

 

 

Treasure Hunt

By George Thurlow

 

I am going on a treasure hunt

Though not digging up the sod,

Nor panning in the mountain streams,

But searching the Word of God.

 

Nuggets of wisdom this Book contains

Makes me happy, wealthy and wise:

Each jot and tittle is a gem

Should never be despised.

 

For hidden in each line and phrase

Is wealth beyond compare:

Each Word holds a secret key

To heaven's jewels so rare.

 

Worldly folks crave bars of gold

And after riches lust,

But on the streets of heaven

Gold is just but dust.

 

I'd rather be the poorest of heaven

Than the richest man on earth,

For without the Word living in my heart

I would have no worth.

 

But God in His infinite mercy

Stooped down to rescue me

Then gave me a Book to guide my life

And to enrichen me.

 

So each day I'll search the Scriptures

Discover nuggets of heavenly gold:

Each hunt is a new adventure

The Living Word does not grow old.

 

 



Priorities

 

 

 
 

Priorities

 By George Thurlow

 

 Be careful, don't get too busy

That you cast the Lord aside,

And go off in your own direction

No longer in Him abide.

 

It can happen ever so gradually

Till one day you wake up and see,

How far you drifted from Him

And are swamped by stormy seas.

 

Don't get so busy making a living

You forget the right way to live.

Don't get so focused on the worldly cares

You don't have time for Him.

 

Make sure you put the Kingdom first

And seek His righteousness.

When your priority is on Jesus Christ

You will find your happiness.

 

You will never have satisfaction

If on an earthly plain you trod,

For all the needs your soul does crave

Are those precious things of God.

 

Please don't neglect the Savior

For He gave His very life,

And He expects no less from us

Then a living sacrifice.

 

 

Matthew 6:33

 

"But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you".

Fair Weather Friend?

 

 

 

Fair Weather Friend?

By George Thurlow

 

When by fire my faith is tested

And struggles seem never to end;

I pray I won't be to You

Just another fair weather friend.

 

Oh it's so easy when the day is bright

And my heart feels light and free,

To burst out in song and melody

In endless praise of thee:

 

But in the shadow of the growing storm

When clouds seem to cover all,

Will the barometer of my heart

Drastically dip and fall?

 

Will I bend like a humble willow:

Or snap like a proud pine tree?

When the wind is violently raging

Will I still trust in thee?

 

I pray That I'll be faithful,

Like Paul to the very end.

Regardless of the weather

I remain your loyal friend.



Lifes' Most Embarrassing Moment?

 

 

Lifes' Most Embarrassing Moment?

By George Thurlow

 

 

Shortly after the rapture,

The meeting in the sky,

There will be a judgment

Where believer's deeds are tried.

 

Commissions and omissions

Will be openly revealed:

All the acts that were done in secret

Examined and unsealed.

 

All our works will then be tested

And in the fire tossed,

Determining if there be reward

Or that we suffer loss.

 

Attitudes and motives

Will equally be tried:

Were they done for the Master's glory

Or the praise in other's eyes?

 

Will our work survive the fire?

Will they come forth as precious stones?

Or burn up like hay and stubble

 A heap of ashes all alone?

 

Will we hang our head in sorrow?

Will we cry out in sore disgrace?

Will we be extremely embarrassed

To look on the Savior's face?

 

Lord help me now upon this earth

To examine everything.

Right here in all I do or say

Let it be done as for my King.

 

I pray upon our meeting

At the Bema Seat,

I'll be loaded down with golden crowns

To lay them at your feet.

 
2 Corinthians 5:10

"For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ; that every one may receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad".

 

 *This poem was inspired by a sermon preached by Rev. M.L. Mitchell of Faith Lighthouse Assembly of God in  Old Orchard Beach, ME on 9/13/98 am service, entitled "The Judgment Seat of Christ".

 



The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death

The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death

By George Thurlow

 

 

I will not fear or worry

What death can do to me;

It's just a mode of transport

From earth straight home to Thee.

 

It has no power to hold me

For Christ has paid the price;

And in His hands He holds the keys

Of eternal life.

 

The shadow of death looks dark and drear

Gloomy, grim and gray,

But behind each and every shadow

There are Sonlight rays!

 

And yea though I may walk through it

I'll never be alone,

And I will fear no evil

While on this journey to the throne.

 

For my Lord is able

To deliver me safely there.

He'll lead me through the valley

This heavenly thoroughfare.



Casting Down Imaginations

 

 

 

Casting Down Imaginations

By George Thurlow

 

Are you anticipating trouble

And thinking the very worst?

Are you extending an invitation

To those problems you rehearse?

 

"What if" and "supposing"

Can so occupy your time

The faithfulness of our mighty God

Is displaced right from your mind.

 

Imaginations become reality

If from the mind they are not cast:

For the devil is more than willing

To bring those things to past.

 

Change your way of thinking

For worry is unbelief.

It's one of many strongholds

That hinders our relief.

2 Corinthians 10:4-5

⁴ For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds;
⁵ Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;

 

 



All Creation Seeks Your Face

 

All Creation Seeks Your Face

By George Thurlow

 

 

All creation seeks your face

And knows from whence it comes:

Even a simple flower

Turns its face towards the Son.

 

 

Romans 1:20
 For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse:
 

* Photos by George Thurlow
 



Attuned To The Trumpet

Luke 21:28 28 And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh. Attuned To The Trumpet By George Thurlow Perilous times are upon us, But I have no need to fear... For there's a hope within me That gives me peace down here. I know that I can trust Him For I've proved Him o'er and o'er... In the midst of instability He is steadfast, able, sure. While the world is in perplexity, Hearts failing because of fear, I gaze into the heavenlies For His coming draweth near. When chaos settles on the earth Nowhere to run and hide, I'll be transported to the Throne Room In the twinkling of an eye. I'm looking for that City Whose Builder and Maker is God. I'm free from all attachments To this earthly sod. I keenly keep my ear attuned To the trumpet sound. My hope is in the Savior, For I'm homeward bound. 1 Thessalonians 4:16-18 16 For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: 17 Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. 18 Wherefore comfort one another with these words.



When The Shackles Fell Away

When The Shackles Fell Away By George Thurlow 　 Never will I ever Forget that blessed day When my soul was liberated And the shackles fell away. Out of pain and darkness, Into His marvelous light, He reached down and touched me, And I received my sight. From dreariness, despondency, Depression and despair, The Gentle Shepherd rescued me And showed me that He cared. Then a flame began to flicker Deep within my heart; I had desire to live again... Hope became the spark. A strange warmness filled this vessel That once was icy cold; I felt a sense of belonging, A part of the Master's fold. Soon I was making melodies From somewhere deep within... Singing praises to my Savior Who set me free from sin. I was bursting with new energy, Excited now to live... Full of love and gratitude Just wanting to give and give. Oh never will I ever Forget that blessed day, When my burdens were lifted And the shackles fell away.     "If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed." John 8:36



For The Joy Set Before Him

 

For The Joy Set Before Him

By George Thurlow

For the joy set before Him
Christ endured the cross.
Though His soul was exceeding sorrowful,
He willingly paid the cost.

To lead many sons to glory
From the foundation was ordained.
Through death destroyed the power
Of the devil and his domain.

He tasted death for every man,
Taking away the sting.
Spoiling principalities and powers,
Christ the King of Kings.

Delivering all the captives
As He ascended up on high.
Fulfilling the blessed promise
That we too shall never die.

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"Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher
of our faith; who for the joy that was set
before him endured the cross, despising
the shame, and is set down at the
right hand of the throne of God."
Hebrews 12:2



The Sacrificial Lamb

The Sacrificial Lamb

By George Thurlow

 

It was my sin that put You there;

I sent You to the Cross.

I was the guilty one;

But it was You who suffered loss.

 

It was I who was sinful,

And You the innocent Lamb.

I deserved the punishment,

But it was Your Blood that ran.

 

I was the one who owed the debt,

But it was You who paid the price.

I obtained a pardon;

You willingly gave Your life.

 

I was vile and unworthy,

And You the perfect One.

I became a child of God

Because of what you've done.



For The Son Will Rise

For The Son Will Rise By George Thurlow In the darkness of Good Friday All hopes and dreams were gone, Those of them that knew Him Grief stricken and forlorn. How quickly now forgotten All the words that Jesus spoke, Of the things that soon would happen And of the blessed hope. Dismayed and fully discouraged They were blinded to the fact, This wasn't the final curtain, But the opening act! It was only the beginning Of greater things to come, For Christ was not defeated... A battle had been won. On resurrection morning Who could believe their eyes? For the Lord had risen And walked the earth alive. It wasn't the nails that held Him There upon old Calvary's tree, But love beyond all measure So deep towards you and me. Joy came in the morning For the Son did rise. There sprang a hope eternal... We too shall never die. For those who call upon Him, And invite the Savior in, There is a new day dawning With a life set free from sin. The veil will then be lifted You'll see with spiritual eyes. Darkness will be driven... In your heart the Son will rise.



Disarmed

Disarmed

By George Thurlow

 

The enemy has been disarmed,

A spectacle is he:

Stripped of power by the Blood

Christ shed upon the tree.

 

Demonic thugs are now dethroned,

Divested of their right.

Darkness has been overcome

Through the holiness of His light.

 

Christ openly made a show of them

And put them all to shame.

We too can be triumphant

Through authority of His Name.

 

He spoiled all principalities

And set the captives free.

No longer bound by satan's chains

We walk in liberty.

 

Colossians 2:15

"And having spoiled principalities and powers, He made a shew of them openly, triumphing over them in it.

 



My Times Are In Thy Hands

 

 

My Times Are In Thy Hands

By George Thurlow

 

Lord, my appointment book is open

Schedule me as You please.

I make myself available

My time belongs to Thee.

 

My daily plans and doings

Are subject to be changed:

For You're Master and Director

And Your hands hold the reins.

 

At the dawning of a new day

I listen for Your voice,

And take my days'assignment:

Your will is my choice.

 

Lord You are priority

My will takes back seat.

Where ever it is You send me

That is where I'll place my feet.

 

I do not sit and ponder

"What will I do today?",

Because I know that You will guide me

As I go about my way.

 

Perhaps You'll send me out to visit

Someone feeling low,

Who needs a bit of encouraging

To get back on the road.

 

Or maybe just a kind deed

For someone who is down

To place a smile upon their face

Wipe away the tears and frown.

 

Or even share the Good News

To a neighbor who is lost

And tell them of Christ's wondrous love

Displayed upon  the Cross.

 

I know not what today will bring

But I worry not an ounce:

For my appointment book is open

The schedule to be announced.

 

Poem inspired by a sermon given by my pastor

 Rev. Merle L. Mitchell of Faith Lighthouse Assembly of God

Old Orchard Beach, Maine

based on Psalm 31:15 given on 3/29/98.

 

 

God Of The Second Chance

God Of The Second Chance

By George Thurlow

 

 

Today you may have failed Him.

You have tripped and fallen down,

But God in His love and mercy

Will lift you from the ground.

 

The God of the second chance,

Full of patience, full of grace,

Is ready to forgive you

When you repent and seek His face.

 

You stand among the many

Of the Bible's great

Who disobeyed instruction

And wound up in dire straits.

 

You're in the company of Jonah,

God's will he did not wish.

Because of disobedience

Was swallowed by a fish.

 

And then impetuous Peter

Ready to tackle the whole world,

Wimped out at the accusations

Of a little girl.

 

Even Abraham the patriarch

Can't be set aside

For he called his wife his sister

In order to save his hide.

 

So stop sniffling and whining,

Your fall's not permanent.

God's still willing to use you:

Get up and go repent.

 

Inspired by Rev. Mark Cernero's  message on 8/2/1998

when guest preacher at Faith Lighthouse Church

Old Orchard Beach, Maine.