It's About A Miracle

It's About A Miracle

What makes Easter special? A lot a people need to know;

It's about a miracle,  about life, about victory.

Easter is a celebration of the Resurrection;

Jesus is alive and gives life to those to whom believe.

He was put to death upon the old rugged cross of shame.

He hung from the nails, had to lift His body for each breath.

Blood streamed from His thorny crown, gushed from  His side to the ground;

There was only one way for our redemption, through His death.

But rejoice evermore, He arose, He lives , He shall reign.

The stone was rolled away, that shout hallelujah day.

Praise His name, praise His name, Jesus lives now forevermore;

In both our heart and heavenly places we will dwell one day.

Jesus  is the light of life,  He is the Resurrection;

He's the Shepherd of our heart, He leads us in paths true.

Just as Easter comes alive in spring, we see it in ev'rything;

When we believe in  the Resurrection , all thing become new.

Chorus:

It's about a miracle, the miracle of grace, our sins in Him erased.

It's about  love, It's about life, A new life found in Christ.

The Resurrection is the victory,  salvation for all who believe.

A new heart, a new direction, a new birth, a resurrection.

It's about a miracle, the miracle of grace.

Susan Y Nikitenko

April 13th, 2017

Easter Song

John 11:25
Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:

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Get Busy, Believe

Get Busy, Believe

It's time to roll up your sleeves and get busy, believe;
That God is still God in a world that's deceived.

He is alive, He is well, He is faithful and true;

If you remain  faithful,  His blessings abide on you.

Though you may feel down, see all the trouble around;

Be joyful  and know our hope, we are heaven bound.

Let us by grace rise above the sorrow we feel;

Because God is our refuge, our strength,  He is real.

God has no joy in sins victory, He calls, "Repent!"

Yes, our God will judge a people who are hell bent.

When it seems the devil has won the war,  teardrops fall;

Such grief , because Christ himself grieves within us all.

We can still shine for Jesus, in a very dark world;

Casting all our cares, and  our fears upon the Lord.

We've already won, when we keep loving  Him.

Rejoicing in Him, praising Him, and serving Him.

It's time to roll up your sleeves and get busy, believe;

That God is still God in a world that's deceived.

He is alive, He is well, He is faithful and true;

If you remain  faithful,  His blessings abide on you.

Though this world may harden to the things that are right.

We are bound for a home where there is no more night.

Where springs of joyfulness,  will fill those in pure white;

Where great our rejoicing, in that city of light.

Susan Y Nikitenko

August 9th, 2015
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 Luke 13:3  - I tell you, Nay: but, except ye repent, ye shall all likewise perish.

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Faith

Faith

 While my daughter and I were witnessing at a County Fair, a man claiming to be an atheist stopped to talk to my daughter.  He said he didn't believe in having any faith in anything at all.  My daughter tried giving him a couple examples of faith.  One was the wind, we can't see it, but we know it's there because we can feel it and see the effects of it.  The example didn't seem to impact his thinking, but my daughter noticed something.  He kept calling her honey, so it lead my daughter to  realize he must have a daughter.  She asked him if he had a daughter and the man said he did. 

God gave her something to say that was a beautiful illustration of faith.  She asked," If your daughter  were to be trapped  in a burning building, yelling for help out a window twenty or thirty feet high." " If you asked her to jump would you want her to believe you?"  He replied, "Why sure I love my daughter and I'd want her to trust me to catch her."  Then my daughter asked, " How would  she know for sure you would catch her?" "What would make her jump from a dangerous thirty feet into your arms?"  The man realized then, she would have to trust him, she would have to have faith in him.

She would have to trust him in order for her life to be saved. 

This is an excellent example of the imminent danger of eternal death facing all those who are trapped  and lost in their sins.  Hell is burning every day, but we do not see it's flames, we just know it exists because God tells us about it in his Word.  People die every day, people go to hell every day.  When the bible talks about being saved, God sees the burning flames of hell that are about to swallow them up at the moment of their death.  God doesn't want anyone going to hell.  He loves them and wants them to trust him and knows it will take faith in everything God has promised and as the father calling up to his daughter to jump out of the burning building about to take her life.  She by faith in his love, will jump to be caught safely in his arms.

If a father of this world will love his daughter so, ... Greater yet is the love of our heavenly Father, who longs to pull you to eternal forgiveness  and safety through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Ephesians 2:1

For by grace are 

ye saved through faith;

 and that not of yourselves: 

it is the gift of God:

Susan Y Nikitenko

September 12th, 2014

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At The Beginning Of Grace

 Romans 6:14

 For sin shall not have dominion over you: 

for ye are not under the law, but under grace.

At The Beginning Of Grace

 They mocked Him and they beat Him;

Slapped Him, Spit upon His face.

Scorned without mercy, they laughed.

Laying  upon Him disgrace.

He was stripped from His clothing;

And shoved, kicked, upon the ground.

Weeping and screaming was heard;

Violence the terr'ble sound.

They gave Him a robe of scarlet;

They platted a crown of thorns.

They placed it upon His head.

Then they laughed a King to scorn.

He could not be recognized;

His beard was plucked from His face.

They removed His royal robe;

In the sight of all debased.

Simon, a Cyrenian;

From the crowds became the cull.

 Followed Jesus with the cross;

Unto the place of the skull.

Then on  Calvary's Hill;

The nails were wedged in his hands.

And pounded into His feet.

His side pierced at hates command.

They sat back and they watch Him.

Then they walked by and scoffed Him;

Upon his dry thirsting lips;

They dabbed vinegar on them.

They nailed a sign of ridicule.

And sarcastically jeered Him.

Who Is This " King Of The Jews"?

Tell me now who will save him?

Father forgive them, he cried;

For they know not what they do.

It is finished, he proclaimed;

When He died for me and you.

Our Savior died amongst thieves;

But one believed and  found grace.

And awoke in paradise;

There beheld our Savior's face.

At the beginning of grace;

Everlasting life was met.

At the beginning of grace;

Our Savior paid our sin debt.

Like a sheep to the slaughter;

He willingly took our place.

On that day long, long ago;

At the beginning of grace.

Susan Y Nikitenko

March 29th, 2014

Different Ending

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Saved By Grace

 Saved By Grace

If I were saved by singing;

A melody in tune.
Or by running in a race;
From midnight until noon.

If I stood up to a giant;
That was too big for me.
Or climbed the highest mountain;
That echoed Calvary;

If I were saved by good taste;
Or by a pretty face.
Or I were saved by good works;
It would not be of grace.

We are saved by grace through faith;
Not of works we have sown.
But by his most precious blood;
Through Christ Jesus alone.

It's good to give to the poor;
Be kind to a needy soul.
To offer a helping hand;
These are all worthy goals.

If I were saved by sharing;
Or washing dirty feet.
Or very particular;
And liked everything neat.

If I were saved by talent;
Or someone's sweet  embrace.
If  I were saved by good works;
It would not be of grace.

We are saved by grace through faith;
Not of works we have sown.
But by his most precious blood;
Through Christ  Jesus alone.

.Susan Y Nikitenko
August 17th, 2013

 Romans 3:24 Being justified freely by his grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus:

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Oh,Thank-you, Thank-you, Thank-you Lord

Oh,Thank-you, Thank-you, Thank-you Lord

Oh,Thank-you, Thank-you, Thank-you Lord;

For your blessings towards  this world.

For grace that gets us through each day;

Your love that guides us in your way.

Though we are week you're always strong;

                                    You spank us when we’ve done you wrong. (God's Chastisement)

Your mercy shines when we repent;

You comfort us when tears are spent.

Your children are so dear to you;

Your light, by grace comes shining through.

When we yield to your will, your way;

While by your side we always stay.

Your blessings flow abundantly;

Beyond all minds or eyes can see.

Like rain, your blessings, shower free;

Upon the child, who trust in thee.

Oh,Thank-you, Thank-you, Thank-you so;

Because your mercies ever flow.

You offer pardon, peace to all;

When we repent and humbly call.

Susan Y Nikitenko

2010

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Oh, Glorious Glad Day!

Oh, Glorious Glad Day!


We can depend on our Father our friend;
His fountain of love never reaches an end.
Oh, glorious glad day!

He would never throw His babies away;
It was written in blood with His great love
on cal'vry that day.

Through faith and by grace we become His dear babe;
He's not like this world who aborts life He gave.
Oh, glorious glad day!

He sees when we're joyful and knows when we're sad;
And forever He loves us through both
our good and our bad.

He's working each day in the lives that we live;
He knows when we're angry or when we forgive.
Oh, glorious glad day!

He molds us and makes us with His love and care;
Through greatest of trials and all of our miles
 He's constantly there.

No matter our failures, no matter how black;
His blood paid the price and His love will not lack.
Oh, glorious glad day!

He chastens us when we choose a wrong task;
He guides us along through tears or through song;
if we simply just ask.

He's preparing a place for me and for you;
A heavenly home with mansion and view.
Oh, glorious glad day!

At last we will never, ever sin again;
We will see the lovely face of Jesus
smile and chat with Him.

God's child forever embraced by His love:
And carried to heaven , one day like a dove.
Oh, glorious glad day!


 November 4, 2011     ~Susan Y Nikitenko~ ©

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Dear Jesus

Treasure Box ~ Jesus Our Friend

Dear Jesus

By: Susan Y Nikitenko    
September 20th, 2011

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Dear Jesus,  You're my best friend;

You're the song in my heart.

You're the reason I'm forgiven;

You won't let me fall apart.

Dear Jesus,  You're my captain;

You're the boat that I sail.

You're the reason that I'm living;

You've snatched my soul from hell.

Dear Jesus, You're my mountain;

You're faithfulness  endures.

I know I can trust your love;

I know I'm safe and secure.

Dear Jesus,  You're my blue sky;

You shine in my heart today.

Because when I worship you;

All the dark clouds roll away.

Dear Jesus,  You're the fountain;

That flows eternally.

All that drink of your  water.

Will  find faith and hope in thee.

 CHORUS:

You're my ocean,  that flows strong;

You're grace rides on the waves.

You're serene,  gives us a peace;

You are the power that saves.

Dear Jesus,  You're my best friend;

And the friend of all who trust you.

You are the reason for life;

I pray, I will always please you.

We can feel secure in knowing He has a greater plan even through suffering and difficulties.  God has a reason for the problems we face.  We can feel secure in that He said, " I will never leave thee."

We can feel secure in knowing that God never lies and that we can count on His promises.  We can feel secure in that nothing can pluck us out of His hand and that we have a home prepared for us.

He will not leave His children comfortless.   ~ Susan Nikitenko

Some Interesting facts about the Hymn "What A Friend We Have In Jesus"

     

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Sometimes - By: S Nikitenko

Treasure Box ~ Trusting God Through Hardship

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 bare.

Sometimes our heart, 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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His Mercy Is Calling

His Mercy Is Calling

God is a faithful God;

His love never ends.

God is a faithful God;

His mercy extends.

Patient and kind is He;

His Word stands so true.

He's constant to help us;

His grace always new.

His awesome creation;

continually glows.

That like a new morning;

His faithfulness shows.

As the new moon rises;

And the sun rays beam.

We know that His mercy;

Gives love and redeems.

As the waves crash forward;

From the sea to land.

We know that His mercy;

Has reached for our hand.

Come to me He bacons;

To the soul that cries.

His mercy is calling;

With love in His eyes.

Turn now to the Savoir;

Today is the day.

His mercy provides you;

Deliverance today.

By: Susan y Nikitenko

August 7th, 2011

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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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Any Soul Could Be Set Free - By: Susan Y Nikitenko

Any Soul Could Be Set Free
By: Susan Y Nikitenko

Blackened hair draped across one eye;
The sight of him made my heart cry.
An empty heart a searching soul;
Filled with thoughts of wanting to die.

I told him, Jesus loves him so.
I reached out, with my whole soul.
God’s Spirit moved my tongue in word.
I felt God moving, my heart stirred.

A responding heart, a list’ning ear;
God gave grace, for him to hear.
He understood God’s Word of love;
Cried out to God and looked above.

Wounded spirit, lost and alone,
Living in a world all his own,
Pierced lip and tattooed face,
He bowed to Christ and found sweet grace.

In words so soft I heard him say;
I feel so clean and washed today.
If God could save a soul like me;
Then any soul could be set free.



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