~Daily Devotion 3rd~

There are times in our life that we do not understand things or people. It seems they talk one way and act another.

There are times in our life that we wonder why people act as they do and say the things they say. Things that hurt and try to bring down others.

At these times we must keep on loving them and being kind to them, no matter what their actions maybe.

See, it is at those times that we need to ask God to replace all the hurt and disappointments in our lives.

See, God knows your heart. He knows when you have tried to help someone and be kind and they have rejected you.

He knows when harsh words have been said to you, and you did not deserve the cruelty of it.

At these times just remember your heart is Deeded Property, and God always takes care of what He owns. He will mend the broken heart.

Just remember when people and their actions disappoint you, God will never disappoint you. He is always in the garden waiting for you to run into His arms.

Below is a poem that was written by someone who maybe let the disappoints of life take over their heart. Maybe the harsh words of someone they looked up too let them down. Whatever it may have been, they remember that their heart was Deeded Property, and God held the Deed.

Do not let your actions cause someone to fall. Do not let your actions cause a heart to cry and be broken. Remember you will be held accountable for the person you hurt and the heart you broke. For one day you may also need to call on God to mend your broken heart.

Blessings, Love and Prayers,

Pastor Pat

DEEDED PROPERTY

Own my heart, O Lord,
Lest it fall in complete disrepair.
Raise your standard over it,
For I know you are more than fair.

Build what you will, O Lord.
The deed I give up to You.
Take it and plant, and seed
And harvest, what You sow.

Be the Master of it all.
Trim away the useless debris.
Circumcise it to your service
As I surrender all of me.

If you find any good there,
Does it merit Your love at all?
For, the years have dimmed my view.
If there was any good, I don't recall.

Has it become a waste land?
Never the worth of your plan,
So I sign it 'deeded' all to you
From the wicked wretch I am.

Somehow, I have left behind
The will to tend it with care.
It seems barren and useless.
There is no hope, just despair.

It has become a desert place
Where nothing good can grow.
It surely needs a better Master
Who can seed it, and plant and sow ...

A better Master
Who can make it bloom again,
Who can till the soil
And give it life within.

Can you make the heart more tender
To accept the refreshing rain
Or has been too much neglected?
Is there no remedy for the time worn stain?

Seems nothing grows but bitterness
Of wasted time and years.
The only refreshing rain it gets
Is from my salty tears.

I sign, this very day, all rights -
The deed to my heart;
Not just a share of it, not half,
But every part.

I hold back naught any thing.
It's all yours if you still want it.
For, this servant has failed you so
And has become unfit.

My strength has gone with my youth.
Only you can make it new.
So, take only what I can give.
This property belongs to you.

You gave this life to me
And now I give it back, today.
Make of it what you will.
Please, Dear Lord, have your own way.

© 2007 by Sandra Griffin
Author of: "God in My Attic"
ISBN: 1594533881
http://www.our.homewithgod.com/sandra