You Are The Joy Of My World

 Isaiah 52:9
 Break forth into joy, sing together, ye waste places of Jerusalem: for the LORD hath comforted his people, he hath redeemed Jerusalem.

Knowing Joy 

We all have a different life.  We have a world in this world and that world is the world of people we know, places we go, the place we live and what we allow in our lives. Christ is part of my world and He has given me joy.  I can't say that I'm always joyful, but Christ has taught me to be joyful.  Praising the Lord and meditating upon His Word is a way to restore joy each day. Without him is emptiness like a desert place that never knew joy or can truly know it.  Making Christ the most valuable part of our world comes first by accepting his gift of salvation, which he offers to every man, woman and child.  Maintaining joy comes through a faithful life of meditation upon His Word, faith, singing, praising, thanksgiving and prayer. Keeping a clear con·science before God is also very important in maintaining joy.  We can not continue in sin and continue in the joy of the Lord.
God resists the proud who will not humble himself and turn from sin, but he draws nigh to the humble one, who repents and turns from his sin. Maintaining a good relationship with Christ will enable us to know and live a joyful life.  Though life has sorrows and troubles, like Paul and Silas who were thrown in a cold dark prison, we too can find joy through our problems.

Susan Nikitenko
April 1st, 2016


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Praise The Lord For Springtime

Praise the Lord For Springtime

 It's time to praise the Lord for springtime:

And all the things that make it so.

Warmth of day, the children at play;

And the lovely flowers that grow.

The trees so happy, for their new leaves;

With pretty blooms across them strung.

The robin busy building her nest;

A place for the birth of her young.

A sun glow within a splashing stream;

With colorful growth on the shore.

Reflections of the clouds passing by:

The sound of the streams encore.

Everything new, springing again to life;

After the winter months have cleared.

Like the birth of a young speckled fawn;

And His mother holding him near.

I praise the Lord for the springtime;

And all of the life that it brings.

The fair white Lilly of the valley:

And the joy of the birds that sing. 

I praise the Lord, praise the Lord;

For the miracles of spring born.

For gentle breezes of refreshment;

Reviving walks in early morn.

I Praise You, Lord;

Praise You, Lord.

Susan Y Nikitenko

March 26th, 2015

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Born

Born

Born, born into this world; 

that needed Him.

Born, born into this world:

To die for sin.

Born to give His life one day;

For you and me.

Oh the love of God how sweet;

A love story.

A Christmas story of love;

God sent His own.

His Son, a pure white dove;

From heaven’s throne.

Oh , glorious day it was;

On that bright morn.

Glory, glory Christmas day;

Jesus was born.

Hope was born.

Susan Nikitenko

Christmas Song

December 15th, 2014

1 John 4:9-10
In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.
Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.

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When I See The Blue In The Sky - By:Susan Y Nikitenko

When I See The Blue In The Sky

By:Susan Y Nikitenko

2011

I think of your Amazing Grace;

When looking up- at your blue sky.

I know your love is looking down;

Even when, I'm questioning why.

You are merciful, you are kind;

You hear the weeping, hear the sigh.

And all along there's still a song;

Even through the tears I cry.

You see the picture plain as day;

Like a painted sunset a flow.

You've allowed this struggling;

You're desire is that I will grow.

Knowing you are merciful;

Knowing you are the All in All;

I see your mercy in the blue;

Looking up, I feel so small.

Do we deserve your great mercy?

Do we deserve your flawless love?

Did we deserve your perfect blood;

Or a promised home up above?

This sinful world, I see it's lies;

It fills my heart with inner cries.

I long to see your perfect face;

The one who died and gave me grace.

A perfect body with no pain;

A perfect place, no tears remain;

A perfect Savior, wipes them away;

A perfect home, a perfect day.

With perfect singing everywhere;

And perfect music in the air;

Perfect angels with perfect praise;

Perfect beauty and sun filled rays.

The blue heavens will open wide;

We will see you, walk by your side.

Hear you talk, while our hearts raise;

Our mouths break forth in instant praise.

We do not deserve your mercy.

We do not deserve your flawless love.

We did not deserve your perfect blood;

Nor a promised home up above.

When I see the blue in the sky:

I think of your Amazing Grace.

For I know heaven is my home;

And that you are my hiding place.

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