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Saturday, May 14, 2022

My Precious Mother My Precious Friend





Nahum 1:7 The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; 
and he knoweth them that trust in him.







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Wednesday, March 6, 2019

I'm Just Sending My Love






I'm Just Sending My Love

He said, "Be glad, please don't be sad. "
He was our son, our little boy.
He is laughing, he is leaping.
He is rejoicing, with great joy.

He ran to the arms of Jesus.
He is ecstatic there to see;
All the things that He has heard of:
They're more amazing than he dreamed.

Heaven greeted him with a smile;
No more pain and no more sorrow.
He doesn't have to worry now.
What's going to happen tomorrow.

Instead of fret, there is praising.
Instead of grief, there is much peace.
Instead of tears, there is singing.
As he stands by the crystal sea.

He just wants to be with Jesus:
The angels are taking last place.
He's sitting right there by his side.
With shining light upon his face.

One day I will see  you again;
In heaven's great land in the sky.
I  don't have to cry anymore;
Because good-bye is not good-bye.

One day I will see  you again;
In heavenly places above.
My precious son, my precious son.
Right now,  I'm just sending my love.

Susan Y Nikitenko
Thinking of You
March 6th, 2019

Revelations 4:6 And before the throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal: and in the midst of the throne, and round about the throne,
Revelations 22:1 And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.



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Sunday, May 15, 2016

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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Sunday, February 28, 2016

He Is Near





HE IS NEAR

He is near;
always near;
Justifier of my soul.

His presence;
ever near.
His great love has made me whole.

While this world;
In it's grief.
tries our faith, our belief.

When He speaks;
It is sweet;
because I know He loves me.

Many tears;
Through these years;
But so much more joy to tell.

Cause my Lord;
fills my heart
 with his love His Spirit dwells.

He is near;
always near;
Saviour of my soul.



Chorus: He Is Near
Susan Y Nikitenko
February 28th, 2016


This morning the Lord gave me a new Chorus.  He Is Near.  When we are children of God, On the day we were saved He came to dwell in our hearts.  We were born again, made alive in Christ.  With Him we can find joy in times of sorrow  if we continue in faith, continue in the praising of Him.  His peace gives relief and rest for our souls.


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Monday, December 14, 2015

"I AM" Here




"I AM"  Here

She sat by her window one early morn;
She had lived in the silence too long.
Heartbroken, alone and on her own;
It just seemed everything had gone wrong.

But in the frost of the window appeared;
It seemed like a dream , but oh so true.
Like God himself had written with love;
The words "I AM"  in the drips of the dew.

Could it be He was  saying some wonderful thing?
Like,  "I Am"  your God and I'm here for you."
"Never alone, never alone , dear one;
I gave a reminder, here in the dew.'

"I Am" your God, "I Am' your best  friend;"
"I  Am" your heavenly Father  above."
"I  Am "  always here and hear your prayers;"
"I  AM" faithful, "I Am"  just,  "I Am" love."
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Could it be in times of grief and sorrow;
God would comfort while we are comfortless?
When no human words or act could console;
The great "I Am" can speak great things to us.

Could it be, when it seems we've been forsaken;
That God himself would send a special hug:
Upon a frozen window dripping dew?
Just to say," I AM"  here and I love you?"

Susan Y Nikitenko
December 14th, 2015

Hebrews 13:5b
I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.

The  words "I Am" on the window story --- is the true life testimony of a lady from our church. 



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Sunday, May 24, 2015

Sometimes - Poster





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Saturday, February 28, 2015

The Clouds Are Parting




The Clouds Are Parting 

The clouds will open;
The trumpets will blast.
We will see Jesus;
Home sweet home, at last.

Our troubled heart break;
All sadness, all tears.
Will vanish away;
When heaven appears.

This world will pass on;
All sin will subside.
All that know Jesus;
Will sit by his side.

Singing with angels;
God honoring songs.
Glorifying Him
Eternally on.

Goodbye world, goodbye;
The hour draws near.
The clouds are parting;
Soon He will be here.

No danger, no fear;
No death will defy.
When we meet Jesus;
At home in the sky.

This world will pass on;
All sin will subside.
Always with Jesus;
Our souls will abide.

Goodbye world, goodbye;
The hour draws near.
The clouds are parting;
Soon He will be here.

Susan Y Nikitenko
February 28th, 2015

Song






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Saturday, December 29, 2012

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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Friday, June 8, 2012

God Forms The Clay

God Forms The Clay




 When the sunrises, When the sunsets;
When the wind blows or stillness met.
When the rain sounds, When the sun  beams joy;
Let our hearts and minds not forget.

He knows every heartache,  He sees each tear.
He knows each word, our lips declare.
He  knows our failure, and He knows our shame;
He knows when we've cried out His name.

When the clouds glide by in an open sky;
When a broken heart cries out why - oh why?
When a sounding stream fills the forest green;
 Or it is a loved ones time to die;

He gives comfort through a pleasant song;
Through prayer that lasts all day long;
Our hope in God's  Word, which will not change.
These are the things that keep us strong.

When confusion keeps us in dismay;
We cry out Oh God, please lead our way.
When wrong has seemed to overshadow us.
We must remember God forms the clay.

When the sunrises, When the sunsets;
When the wind blows or stillness met.
When the rain sounds, When the sun  beams joy;
Let our hearts and minds not forget.

He knows every heartache,  He sees each tear.
He knows each word, our lips declare.
He  knows our failure, and He knows our shame.
He knows when we've cried out His name.

He takes the clay within His loving hand.
Although we do not understand;
He molds together joy and the sorrow;

To conform us to His perfect plan.


Susan Y Nikitenko

June 8th, 2012

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Monday, March 19, 2012

If I Could







If I Could


If I could take away your pain and your sorrow;
I would.
If I could bring you joy for all you tomorrows;
I would.
If I could walk with you along your hard road;
I would.
If I could be there to help carry your load;
I would.
If I could embrace you for a moment or two;
I would.
If I could be there to love and comfort you;
I would.
If I could speak words that soothed your sadness;
I would.
If somehow I could fill your world with gladness;
I would.
Though my circumstances limit me from expressing my care.
My heart is constantly lifting you in fervent prayer.
I love you. You mean the world to me.
Susan Y Nikitenko
March 19th, 2012


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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

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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Saturday, September 3, 2011

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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Friday, September 2, 2011

Victory Victory



Victory, Victory 


(Song)  By: Susan Nikitenko  2009©



Victory, Victory We Shall Cry;

Upon that glorious day.

All fighting inward, outward gone;

Sins world, at last, Will fade.



No need for sword, no need for bow;

No tears again will flow.

No need for shelter from the blasts;

For peace is all we’ll know.



No foe will hurt, will kill, ill steal.

No child left 'lone to die

No begging bread upon the streets;

No mother's desperate cry.



(Chorus)



Thank-you precious Jesus;

For giving all you gave.

The shedding of your perfect blood;

In love, you came to save.



Thank-you precious Jesus;

For all, you’ve done and do.

One day we’ll cry out victory;

And cast our crowns to you.


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The pain of death will cease to be;

The chains of bondage free.

Always with our loving Lord;

We’ll sing there happily.



Oh, what day when war shall cease;

Sweet Jesus ends all strife.

Painful memories of this world;

Will end of our past life.



Victory, Victory, we shall cry;

In praises to our King.

For on the day, time flies away;

He ends all suffering.



In that bright and shining city;

Where angel's praises ring.

We shall adore Him evermore;

In rest beneath His wing.


(Chorus)


Thank-you precious Jesus;

For giving all you gave.

The shedding of your perfect blood;

In love, you came to save.



Thank-you precious Jesus;

For all, you’ve done and do.

One day we’ll cry out victory;

And cast our crowns to you.




Jesus already Has won the victory over the curse of sin, through His death and resurrection, however, we will not experience the full reality of that victory until we have our sinless bodies in a sinless heaven.  Then is when praise will be perfected as well.  We are always struggling with our flesh here, but that day,  the struggle will be over.  Praise God!









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