God Consoles His Child

Dramatic Reading

As A Song 

God calls all born again Christians his children. God says in the New Testament, to Nicodemus, we must be born again. 

  

Sometimes God’s will is not our will, but if we remain faithful to God and keep going forward even through disappointments. God will enter them into his rest. This is peace with God. God promises those that will not stay faithful and continue to be faithful will not enter into his rest. In the song, God is encouraging his child that the gospel has been able to get into countries that have been closed. He encourages his child to continue to praise and honor him because his light has won over darkness in the hearts of those that believe.

The Bible Speaks For Itself John 3:3 Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God. {again: or, from above} Joh 3:7 Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again. {again: or, from above} 1Pe 1:23 Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth forever.

Anybody who teaches the opposite of scripture is not teaching the truth.

Matthew 11:29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; 

for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.

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I'll See You Then

I'll See You Then

Where is my son, my precious son, where are you now?

My arms are empty, my heart in such deep despair.

Comfort has not rested in my soul somehow.

But alas, as I cry, I know that Jesus holds you there.

He is holding you in His arms, in that bright city.

Where the heavenly host sing, Where there are no tears.

Where there is no pain, Where joy ever resides.

You are healed, you are whole, you are happy there.

One day, in God's time, my soul will fly then, to you.

It is never goodbye, but I'll see you then.

I'm holding your picture and kissing you goodnight.

One day, I will see you and hold you again.

Susan Y Nikitenko

August 25th, 2018

_ Program_ I'll See You Then.

 Revelations 21:4

 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; 

and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, 

neither shall there be any more pain: for the former 

things are passed away.

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Thee And Only Thee

Thee and Only Thee

Lord, fill  my heart with your presence;

Holy Word penetrate my essence.

Take away my anxiety;

Speak, for I'm attentive unto thee.

Put a song upon my heartstrings;

Oh what peace, what joy, your Spirit brings.

When we seek thee, when we love thee;

When we worship thee and only thee.

Within this world's tempestuous sea;

Help us keep eyes of faith on thee.

This world is hateful,  unfaithful;

But you dear God,  are unchangeable.

Praise your name your Holy name, dear Lord;

You're still the same, You're still the same.

Put a song upon my heartstrings;

Bring you glory to your holy name.

Lord, fill my heart with your blessing;

As I yield my being, confessing.

You are our strength and you are our stay;

That's why we can rejoice in you each day.

Put a song upon my heartstrings;

Oh what peace, and comfort, your Spirit brings.

When we seek thee, when we love thee;

When we worship thee and only thee.

Susan Y Nikitenko

Song

March 30th, 2018

 John 17:3
And this is life eternal, that they might know
thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ,
whom thou hast sent.

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Joy Will Shine When Morning Shines

Joy Will Shine When Morning Shines

With many tears and troubled years;

We wonder if it's worth it all.

With no respect, sometimes neglect;

With sad hearts, our countenance falls.

Sometimes it's hard to lift your eyes;

To say hello, to say goodbye.

When sadness reigns, through silent pain;

When the tears have weakened our eyes.

Tears may fall all through the nighttime;

But joy will shine when morning shines.

When Jesus comforts through the praise;

His healing love comes right on time.

May we face each day with knowing;

There is a place prepared above. 

Continue in His joy, my friend;

Find peace His comfort and love.

One day the heavens will open;

 Jesus will stand in the sky.

This world will be a memory;

As we wave to this world goodbye.

Forever joy comes on that day;

When all tears will vanish away.

Heaven will be yours and be mine; 

Yes, joy will shine when morning shines.

Susan Y, Nikitenko

Song Of Comfort

May 15th, 2016

For his anger endureth  Psalms 30:5 

but a moment; in his favo
ur is life: 

weeping may endure for a night, 

but joy cometh in the morning.

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The Rebuilder

The Rebuilder

Help me to praise you Lord, through my tears.

Help me praise you Lord, through my fears.

Give me confidence to go forward;

Never looking back but going onward.

Put the comfort in me to comfort;

Not me but you, not human effort.

Put the joy in me, that comes from thee;

'Cause you are the Captain of our sea.

Direct my paths, direct my way Lord.

For the right place for me in this world.

With  my hands and  heart  more than willing;

Let your grace lead me , not mere feelings.

In your will is where we need to be;

Not out forming our own destiny.

I seek your will, your purpose for me;

Within this life that you have given me.

Help me to see those unspoken needs;

In the hearts of others around me.

That I may perceive, in love believe;

That your wisdom will be what leads me.

Help me to speak  when you have spoken;

That I may help the weak and broken.

'Cause you are the rebuilder Lord

Of the broken people in this world.

Susan Y Nikitenko

September 19th, 2015

(Song)

 Mark 2:17 

When Jesus heard it, he saith unto them, They that are whole

 have no need of the physician, but they that are sick: I came not to call the righteous, 

but sinners to repentance.

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There Is A Place

There Is A Place

There is a place that's wonderful;
Too wonderful to tell.
A place that is so glorious;
Where angels live and dwell.

Where happiness forever reigns;
No death forevermore.
Where Rubies, diamonds, precious stones;
Could decorate the floor.

There is no darkness in the sky;
No tears will fill the eye.
The songs will be sung joyfully;
No one will want to cry.

Amazing things will happen there;
Every single day.
No tongue will ever crush a soul[
Nor steal their life away.

No child will ever hunger there;
No pain will take control.
The crippled there will walk again;
Each broken heart made whole.

A golden street will lead the way;
To homes He has prepared.
Forever we will worship him;
Praise Him because He cares.

In heaven we will see His scars;
And fully comprehend.
The magnitude of what He did;
When He died for our sin.

His precious blood was shed for us;
His hands nailed to the cross.
His temples wounded with great thorns;
 His mother suffered loss .

His feet were pounded with the nail;
His mouth was torn and dry.
But yet with a heart of real love;
"Father forgive them!", was His cry.

In heaven we will see His scars;
And fully understand.
Like we've never understood before;
When we behold those hands.

We will love like we've never loved;
His joy will fill each word.
And when we look upon His face;
True worship will be heard.

In heaven we will see His scars;
And fully comprehend.
exactly what He did for us;
And what it did to Him.

Susan Y Nikitenko

February 9th, 2012

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He Has Prepared A Home

He Has Prepared A Home

 How precious our Savior;

Redeemer and King.
Watching from heaven;
Over everything.

One day He will take us;
To heaven to stay.
And there He will wipe;
All our troubles away.

This life,  but a vapor;
Will vanish for sure.
But perfect salvation;
Is Life evermore.

In heaven's no suff'ring;
or sadness or loss.
No worry, no fighting;
No tempest is tossed.

We will hold the loved ones;
We have missed so long.
We will sing forever;
With a joy filled song.

 Let us place on Jesus;
  Our burden, our load.
Knowing we have comfort;
Along this life's road.

He has prepared a home;
For those who trust Him.
Our hope is forever
In Jesus our friend.

Susan Y Nikitenko

April 30th, 2013

 John 12:24

Verily, verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat

 fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: 

but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit.



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Gone In A Twinkle

Gone In A Twinkle

Gone in a twinkle;
up into- the sky.
Into the heavens;
His children will fly.

The trumpet will sound;
The clouds open wide.
His glory will shine;
Upon His dear bride.

Gone in a twinkle;
to heaven's bright land.
There we will see Him;
True treasure so grand.

No more tears will fall;
No more pain to bare.
Jesus our treasure;
Will meet us there.

No tribulation;
No trouble be found.
The greatest of joy;
Will flow and abound.

A sparkling stream;
A street of pure gold.
A place of rejoicing;
Where none will grow old.

Gone in a twinkle;
Into His embrace.
Oh, what a glad day;
When we see His face.

Susan Y Nikitenko
March 13th, 2013

A Poem/song About

The Rapture

1 Thessalonians 4:17

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.

Matthew 24:31 And he shall send his angels with a great sound of a trumpet, and they shall gather together his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other.

1 Corinthians 15:52

In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.

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I Hold You Dear To My Heart

I Hold You Dear In My Heart

I am sad because I know;
Your heart is broken in two.
I hold you close by my side;
Because I care about you.

I hold you dear in my heart;
As I pray your tears away.
I just wish I knew the words;
That would comfort you today.

Susan Y Nikitenko

March 1st, 2013



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Jesus Is Like The Springtime



Jesus Is Like The Springtime

The birds appear to smile and cheer;
Because it’s springtime again.
The sweetness of the new born world;
Is like a comforting friend.

God created the springtime;
And the feeling it gives.
A dormant world in death;
Now becomes a world that lives.

Jesus is like the springtime;
That blooms and grows inside.
He is the friend of comfort;
In whom we can confide.

Jesus is like the springtime;
A  joyful gentle breeze.
That fills our thoughts with hope
That fills our hearts with peace.

Susan Y Nikitenko
February 18th, 2013



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When We See Eternal Day

When We See Eternal  Day

This year may be a lonely year;
For some hurting grieving soul.
This year may be a tearful year;
When the heartbreak takes its toll.

But hope comes calling through a song;
When you tell the Lord your hurt.
He gives you grace to sing again;
Even when you feel like dirt.

When you learn to praise, through your tears;
When you learn to praise, alone.
Though sorrow lingers through the night;
Morning's Joy, through grace is known.

Angels gather each tear that falls;
Into a bottle of love.
And every little whimper;
Is heard with mercy above.

We may not understand right now;
But one day, it will be clear.
When we see Him, in His brightness;
And He wipes away all tears.

He has prepared a place for us;
For this life shall pass away.
All sadness and sorrow shall flee.
When we see eternal day.

Susan Y Nikitenko
December 29th, 2012

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Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes joy’s river ceases to flow.
Sometimes dark clouds, loom down long and low.
Sometimes great storms, hold back the sun.
Sometimes you just want to hide or run.

Look onward to our heavenly home.
Remember His promise, you’re not alone.
Fly like a bird, on the winds of His grace.
Find sweet assurance in His embrace.

Sometimes life’s pains are hard to bear.
Sometimes our hearts groans deep in despair.
Sometimes shadows of death pass by.
Sometimes alone, we cry out, Why?

Take the hand of God’s merciful love;
Who calms the sea and sent His Dove.
The God of all that lives and breaths;
Who made the rocks, the winds, the seas,

Will lead you through your darkest night,
Will help you through the terrible fight.
He’ll hold you up and you will stand.
He’ll lead you through, hold tight His hand.

And as the rains and storm winds blow;
The peace of God will ease pains flow.
Hold fast to faith, the shield of power;
And know your God wants you to flower.

Sometimes, the greatest fruitful child;
Has suffered through the greatest test.
And though the pain takes time to heal;
Remember Child, God’s love is real.

All night will shine like a new day;
When storm clouds lift and drift away.
Through parting clouds light will appear;
Our God will ease our ev'ry fear.

His loving touch will brush our tears;
And heal all pain, from worldly years.
Forevermore sweet smiles will shine;
And all our cares be left behind.

By: Susan Y Nikitenko 
2009

The Butterfly

A man found a cocoon for a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole.

Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and could go no farther. Then the man decided to help the butterfly.

He took a pair of scissors and snipped the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily.

Something was strange. The butterfly had a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and deformed wings. It was never able to fly.

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand, was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the small opening of the cocoon are God’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life.

If God allowed us to go through all our life without any obstacles, that would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.

Not only that, we could never fly.

Unknown Author

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Sweet Dreams- - By: S. Y. Nikitenko

Sweet Dreams

By: Susan Y Nikitenko

2009 - Updated 2019

A little child reaches up;

For his mothers hold.

She puts him in her lap;

Her arms around him fold.

Comforted, “I love you, mommy.”

She says, “I love you too.”

“Now it’s time for beddie bye.”

“You know what you must do.”

He kneels beside his little bed.

“Mommy, you come down too.”

He folds His little hands;

He Prays until He’s through.

He climbs into His bed.

She tucks Him in real tight.

“Sweet Dreams, my little man.”

Then kisses him good night.

In peace now, from her love;

He drifts sweetly to sleep.

Mama humbly bows her knees;

And silently she weeps.

“Lord, I ask you bless my boy;

To grow, and be like you.”

“Give me, the grace to teach him,”

“How to live and love you too.”

“Spread angel’s wings about him.”

“Protect him from this world.”

“Keep him in your perfect plan;

Living by your Holy Sword.” (Bible)

Are you like a child in need?

Is Jesus Christ your Lord?

Do you need deliverance;

From the trappings of this world?

Is it hard for you to sleep?

Does your heart long for relief?

Father God will comfort you;

And bless with perfect peace.

Just as mother, swaddles child;

The Father (God) holds us tight.

He guides us through the shadows;

And protects us in the night.

He sends His angels near;

To catch our every tear.

And when we need a sense of love;

We sense His presence there.

“I love you, Lord.” You’ll say.

“I love you too.” You’ll hear.

Then in rest, you'll drift in sleep;

Your soul quiet, from all fear.

“Sweet dreams, my child, sweet dreams;”

“Rest now in my loving you.”

“I am your Father, you are my child;

"I will never- ever leave you;.”

Isaiah 26:3

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace,

whose mind is stayed on thee:

because he trusteth in thee.

Lord, help me to trust you more each day.

Lord, help me to love you more I pray.

Lord, lead me, to walk in your holy way.

Lord, strengthen my faith, help me not stray.

Lord, hide me behind the cross today.

Susan Nikitenko

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Oh Beautiful Heaven, I'm Waiting - By: S Nikitenko

Treasure Box ~ Heaven

Oh Beautiful Heaven I’m Waiting

By: Susan Y Nikitenko

2009 Revised August 16th, 2011

Beautiful heaven waiting for me;

Oh home, prepared by my Jesus.

He awaits that great day, with much love ;

This sinful body to free us.

No more lame legs, deaf ears or blind eyes,

No war injured men or women.

All sickness, handicap, pain, disease;

We’ll find none, no, not in heaven.

No more memory of past mistakes;

Happiness, forever lasting.

Such perfect praising, on Him gazing;

Humbly bowing, crowns forth casting.

Hallelujahs, anthems, songs we’ll raise;

Poetry of praise we’ll recite.

To magnify our Awesome Lord;

All day long, but there’s no more night.

All the days or nights of suffering ;

That bring discouragement and grief,

Within our Saviors comforting arms;

We’ll find great peace, and such relief.

All the Memories of this painful world;

Will not be remembered anymore.

When we go to live with our Jesus;

In our new home forevermore.

Yes, there may be pain and hurting here;

But Remember, there's a better day.

When Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend;

Will gently wipe all tears away

Oh Beautiful heaven, I’m waiting;

While I serve our God faithfully,

And praising each day our Jesus;

God’s sweet Son, Who died for me.

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Jesus Is My Miracle

Jesus Is My Miracle

By: Susan Y Nikitenko

July 24th, 2011

Jesus Is my miracle;

The keeper of my heart.

He is the reason that I live;

He gave me - a brand new start.

Jesus is my miracle;

The star that shines inside.

He is the place I find comfort;

He's the place where I hide.

Jesus is my miracle;

I look to Him each day.

He holds my future in His hands;

He wipes my tears away.

Chorus:

Jesus is our miracle;

The miracle of light.

All that put their trust in Him;

They find eternal life.

A miracle, A miracle;

Sent from heaven above.

Redeemer, The Light of the world;

God's miracle of love.

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My miracle is Jesus;

His love is ever true.

He'll never ever leave me;

He helps His children through.

Through the storms of life and death;

Through struggle and through pain;

Through life's uncertain obstacles;

His love and help remain.

Jesus is my miracle;

The Savior of my soul.

I lift my voice with praises;

For He has made me whole.

Chorus:

Jesus is our miracle;

The miracle of light.

All that put their trust in Him;

They find eternal life.

A miracle, A miracle;

Sent from heaven above.

Redeemer, The Light of the world;

God's miracle of love.

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Jesus Is Our Treasure

Jesus Is Our Treasure

Jesus Is our treasure;

He is our everything.

He's the one that we seek;

And the one that we sing.

We've failed Him many times;

But He still loves us so.

He's still refining us;

For He wants us to grow .

To grow closer to Him;

To love Him oh so more.

To follow in His steps;

He is loves open door.

Jesus is our healer;

He heals the broken heart.

He binds the wounds of life;

When life has come apart.

Oh , Jesus is our strength;

He is our greatest need.

His Word is our refuge;

His example our lead.

Jesus is our best friend;

He listens and provides.

He's our place of comfort;

The place where we abide.

Jesus is our treasure;

A valuable delight.

We are treasured by Him;

And precious in His sight.

Is Jesus your treasure?

Luke12:34

For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

By: Susan Y Nikitenko

April 17th, 2011

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