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