There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood

As I sat in church one Sunday morning, under the teaching of  Charles Carrin, he shared aloud these touching words, and I will never, ever, ever forget the surge of emotions that ran deeply through my soul.  His eyes welled up with tears (as did mine) while he recited aloud with such deep, sincere conviction, the words to William Cowper’s poem/hymn, “There is a Fountain Filled with Blood”.

He described  with passionate detail of our wonderful Saviour’s selfless act and gift of love, mercy, and grace.  It was for our redemption that He went to die on that cross; and, it was for our crimson-stained sins.  ~ Forgiveness was the name of the game.

I’ve since been fascinated with the life of William Cowper.  He was a godly man who, like so many of us, suffered with deep bouts of depression, but like us, never gave up, nor lost sight of who God was to him, and who God is–the great I AM! ~ AMEN.

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.

E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave;
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.

Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, unworthy though I be,
For me a blood bought free reward, a golden harp for me!
’Tis strung and tuned for endless years, and formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father’s ears no other name but Thine.

~ William Cowper

In that day there shall be a fountain opened to the house of David and to the inhabitants of Jerusalem for sin and for uncleanness.

~Zechariah 13:1~


~God’s Gracie~

; )


~ Grace, Grace, and MORE Grace! ~

The Mercy of God is an Ocean Divine!

The mercy of God is an ocean divine,
A boundless and fathomless flood.
Launch out in the deep, cut away the shore line,
And be lost in the fullness of God.

Launch out, into the deep.
Oh let the shore line go.
Launch out, launch out in the ocean divine,
Out where the full tides flow.

But many, alas! only stand on the shore,
And gaze on the ocean so wide.
They never have ventured its depths to explore,
Or to launch on the fathomless tide.

And others just venture away from the land,
And linger so near to the shore
That the surf and the slime that beat over the strand
Dash o’er them in floods evermore.

Oh, let us launch out on this ocean so broad,
Where floods of salvation o’erflow.
Oh, let us be lost in the mercy of God,
Till the depths of His fullness we know.


~God’s Gra-Sea Girl~


Bible Verses – Lie Down in Green Pastures – Psalm 23:2

He makes me lie down in green pastures . . .

Here to me “green pastures” symbolizes the Covenant of Grace born at Calvary. In Christ, we are recipients of all the blessings and promises of that Grace. In these green pastures we may feed on the goodness of God—in the fullness of Christ. It is in Christ that our grace is received. We are the sheep in His pasture. Here God invites us to “lie down”, make ourselves comfortable, kick back, and relax. This is God demonstrating to us the safety and fullness we have wrapped in His Grace. In Christ we are fed in these pastures, satisfied in the Spirit, and replenished in our souls as we lie down covered by His Grace as we feed on His goodness.

Imagine yourself sitting outdoors on a perfect day of “God’s Weather”–it is peaceful, calm, serene, and beautiful.  Take in the sights, the sounds, and the refreshing gentle breeze blowing through your hair.  Close your eyes, and picture your hand in His.  Picture Him holding you in His arms, caressing your head, comforting you, loving on you as his most treasured, precious child.

As I sit here, my thoughts deep on the things of the Lord, I gather them together to this summation . . . we are all hungry beings.  What we fill our hungry souls with dictates our level of peacefulness, or the lack thereof.  Silence is golden. It is in these sweetly-quiet, tender moments that we sit in silence and listen to the Lord fill our hearts with His love, His word, His compassion, His grace, and mercy; thereby, banishing our insatiable hunger for the things of this world that so emptily fill us.

Won’t you allow Him to lead YOU to the green pastures He has prepared for you? won’t you run to the green pastures He has waiting for you–to enter in, and to abound in His restful place of peace? ~ He longs for you to lie down in that green pasture and commune with Him–the One who Loves YOU with all your scabs, scars, and bruises.  Let Him be that tickle on your heart, and the giggle in your soul.  Allow the tears to flow freely down your cheeks, drowning in His LOVE!

Shut the world out ~ Let Him in


In Silent Solitude . . .

r   e   s   t  !


from Brennan Manning ~ “Abba’s Child” 

When I allow God to liberate me from unhealthy dependence from people, I listen more attentively, love more unselfishly, and am more compassionate and playful. I take myself less seriously, become aware that the breath of the Father is on my face, and that my countenance is bright with laughter in the midst of an adventure I thoroughly enjoy.

Conscientiously “wasting” time with God enables me to speak and act from greater strength, to forgive rather than nurse the latest bruise to my wounded ego, to be capable of magnanimity during the petty moments of life.

It empowers me to lose myself, at least temporarily, against a greater background than the tableau of my fears and insecurities,



Shalom ~

 ~ Nothing Missing

~ Nothing Broken


† ~ Our Good Shepherd’s Precious Gracie Girl ~ †

And when he cometh home,

he calleth together his friends and neighbours,

saying unto them,

Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost.

~Luke 15:6~