Friday, May 25, 2007

YOUR HIGHEST VOCATION!

YOUR HIGHEST VOCATION!

Dear happy homemakers, a wonderful breed,

God’s purpose for you is to raise a godly seed,

Children that are obedient, holy and pure,

With mother at home, they’ll be happy and secure.


Secure in God’s love and protected from the world,

Guarded from evil and grounded in God’s Word

By a mother who has embraced her calling divine,

The prophetic word God gave from the beginning of time.


You’re now planted at home, you’ve found your “glory”!

Left your job behind - that was another story!

You’ve now been promoted to a much higher career!

You’re in God’s perfect will so you don’t have to fear.


You’re nurturing, nourishing and building your nest,

Under your husband’s covering, you’re totally blessed.

God has promised to provide, He is Jehovah Jireh,

He will always be faithful, He is not a liar.


You are an “arrow polisher”, daily sharpening your arrows,

You’re not pecking on the ground like little sparrows,

But soaring like the eagle, your stature is high,

You’re changing the course of the nation as on God you rely!’


Dear mighty mothers, stand up and be strong,

Don’t be fooled by the enemy and the worldly throng,

Don’t be deceived by the “mindset” of this society,

Embrace your motherhood, it is your highest priority!


Don’t be conformed to the humanistic trend,

It only leads to heartache in the final end.

Be a non-conformist, stand against the tide,

You don’t have to be governed by this world’s pride.


Instead be transformed by God’s living Word,

He is restoring His truth, will you be stirred?

Will you be part of this end-time restoration,

To bring forth the godly seed and change the nation?


God is preparing a people for Jesus’ second appearing,

He wants an army of arrows, trained and unfearing,

Straight arrows to go forth from the parents’ bow,

The deceptions of Satan to overthrow.


May you experience God’s anointing and His daily renewing

As you become part of this revival which is all God’s doing.

You will be part of heralding the coming of the King

As you build God’s army – and His praises will ring.


Love from NANCY CAMPBELL

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COME TO THE TABLE!

“COME TO THE TABLE!”

From Psalm 128.

“Come to the table, supper’s ready to eat.”

All the children come running to find their seat,

At the head of the table father takes his place

And with all gathered round he says the grace.


He’s planned to be home from his busy work,

From his place at the table he will not shirk,

He affirms his commitment to his family and wife

And his presence at the table diminishes strife.


Mother has taken time to prepare the meal,

Full of nutrition, not a pre-packaged deal,

She delights to cook for her growing brood,

She knows it’s a sacred task to prepare their food.


The table looks inviting – a clean tablecloth too,

The plates nicely set, perhaps a candle or two.

The children get involved and do their part

To make the table look creative and very smart.


What joy to be together at the end of the day,

To laugh, and communicate, and each have a say,

To share the day’s happenings with one another

And tell what they’ve learned to father and mother.


The plates are now empty, tummies full to the top!

Is it time to leave the table? No! Stop, stop!

We’ve fed only the body and the soul so far,

The best part’s to come and it’s not out of a jar.


It’s time for devotions; we must feed the spirit,

Of the blessing from this, there is no limit.

Father opens the Bible and to his family he reads

Sowing into their hearts God’s eternal seeds.


Now it’s time to pray, each one takes a turn,

They pray for needs as God’s will they discern,

They give thanks for blessings with a grateful heart

And develop a spirit of gratitude right from the start.


God’s blessing is on this family we know

As around the table their “olive plants” grow

God’s smile is upon them as they follow His way

And establish this principle for now and alway.


Nancy Campbell

9th April, 1999

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GIVE IT AWAY

GIVE IT AWAY


Love that is hoarded moulds at last

Until we know some day

The only thing we ever have

Is what we give away.

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And kindness that is never used

But hidden all alone

Will slowly harden 'till it is

As hard as any stone.

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It is the things we always hold

That we will lose some day;

The only things we ever keep

Are what we give away.

Anon.

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