In this world where coldness and cruelty is common
Where material things and power rule
Where pain and sufferings are part of everyday life
Where people aren’t what they seem
They call themselves your friends a lot when you’re on top
Yet they desert you when you’re down and out
Even rejoicing at what you have become
And then they stab you in the back

When all what you’ve strive for comes to nothing
And your dreams are shattered to pieces
What little happiness is snatched away
Fears and doubts are all around you
So much pain, don’t give up, keep on running,
You are fighting, don’t stop…

* Don’t despair for hope is but a tiny spark
That burst to a scorching flame in a single act
An act that is profound yet very simple
When you believe in the greatest power – love

The greatest power that is above everything
The Source of life, Creator of all
Yes, Love without which we are nothing
For because of Love we are redeemed
Reborn and refreshed, a new beginning
Keep believing, you are fighting, go on…

Love’s an everlasting vow that can’t be broken
Even if all things have come to past
Only love and all who believe will last
For Love is the greatest power of all….

Running to Love, fighting for your faith
Even if all things have come to past
Only God and all who believe will last…

- – - written by Lucy

She’s got her father’s eyes
Her father’s eyes
Eyes that find the good in things
When good is not around
Eyes that find the source of help, when help just can’t be found
Eyes full of compassion, seein’ every pain
Knowing what you’re going through, and feelin’ it the same
Just like my father’s eyes.

- – - written by Amy Grant

A traveller upon a lonely road was set upon by bandits who robbed him of all he had. They then led him into the depths of the forest. There in the darkness they tied a rope to the limb of a great tree, and bade him catch hold of the end of it.

Swinging him out into the blackness of the surrounding space [and not being able to see anything], they told him he was hanging over the brink of the a giddy precipice. The moment he let go he would be dashed to pieces on the rocks below. And then they left him. His soul was filled with horror at the awful doom impending. He clutched despairingly the end of the swaying rope.

But each dreadful moment only made his fate more sure. His strength steadily failed. At last he could hold on no longer. The end had come. His clenched fingers relaxed their compulsive grip.

He fell — six inches, to the solid earth at his feet! It was only a ruse of the robbers to gain time in escaping. And when he let go it was not to death, but to the safety which had been waiting him through all his time of terror.

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Clutching will not save anyone from his hopelessness. It is only Satan’s trick to keep you from being afforded security and peace in the solid promises of God. And all the while you are swinging over the supposed precipice of fear and mistrust.

Let go! It is God’s plan that you fall — not to defeat, but into His arms, the solid Rock. As soon as you recognize your sheer helplessness and your failing strength, you let go. And falling upon Him, your fear goes, your mistrust goes, and the blessed assurance comes forever.

Faith is letting go…

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