Master! Help!

Today’s Envelope Art features the grand hymn,
Master, the Tempest is Raging!,
by Mary Ann Baker.

Master, the tempest is raging!
The billows are tossing high!
The sky is o’ershadowed with blackness,
No shelter or help is nigh;

Carest Thou not that we perish?
How canst Thou lie asleep,
When each moment so madly is threat’ning
A grave in the angry deep?

Master, with anguish of spirit
I bow in my grief today;
The depths of my sad heart are troubled—
Oh, waken and save, I pray!

Torrents of sin and of anguish
Sweep o’er my sinking soul;
And I perish! I perish! dear Master—
Oh, hasten, and take control.

Master, the terror is over,
The elements sweetly rest;
Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored,
And heaven’s within my breast;

Linger, O blessed Redeemer!
Leave me alone no more;
And with joy I shall make the blest harbor,
And rest on the blissful shore.

Refrain:

The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will,
Peace, be still!
Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea,
Or demons or men, or whatever it be,
No waters can swallow the ship where lies
The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies;
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, be still! Peace, be still!
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, peace, be still!

 

Happy All the Time?

This week’s Envelope Art…

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There’s that cute kid song–you probably remember it. Happy All the Time, *clap, clap.

But who’s happy ALL the time? I mean, life definitely has its ups and downs. I call it riding the rollercoaster of the vicissitudes of life! Only it isn’t a fun ride ALL THE TIME!

But here is sweet truth from Isaiah 26:3 (NLT) —

You will keep in perfect peace
all who trust in you,
all whose thoughts are fixed on you.

Fill My Cup

This week’s envelope art…

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What a beautiful song is Fill My Cup, written by Richard Blanchard. Funny, I had thought it was written by the Gaithers. Sometimes it is good to look things up. Anyway, here are the lyrics:

Like the woman at the well, I was seeking
For things that could not satisfy.
And then I heard my Savior speaking—
“Draw from My well that never shall run dry.”

There are millions in this world who are seeking
For pleasures earthly goods afford.
But none can match the wondrous treasure
That I find in Jesus Christ my Lord.

So my brother if the things that this world gives you
Leave hungers that won’t pass away,
My blessed Lord will come and save you
If you kneel to Him and humbly pray—

Chorus:

Fill my cup, Lord;
I lift it up Lord;
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul.
Bread of Heaven, feed me till I want no more.
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole.

I sure do want to be made whole.

 

(I merged two clipart drawings I found online, so this isn’t an original drawing. )