By Ashlie Bailey Jesus never forgets the little lost sheep.
He watches over them when they are asleep. He hears all the crying of the little lambs. He is the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, the Great I am. He wipes away all their tears. He comforts them from their fears. None of His sheep will ever stay lost. He will always find them, no matter the cost. Each one of His sheep, Jesus will save. Just for them, His life He gave. Little lamb, look how far you’ve come. By trusting in Jesus, you’ve already won. Little warrior, look how brave you are. You have come such a long way, just look how far. The word of the Lord teaches you right from wrong. It will help you to grow, big and strong. You started out small. Look how much you've grown. In your own special way, you can make His name known. The Lord will be with you wherever you go. Look at the birds of the air: they do not reap or sow. Do not be afraid. You are worth more than you know. The very hairs on your head are all numbered, little sparrow. The Lord teaches you to use your arrows and bow. With Him, you can defeat your enemy and foes. One day the Lord will come back, riding on His white horse and saddle. With the help of Him and your sword, you can win any battle.
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By Ashlie Bailey Once upon a time..There was a princess,
Daughter of the King Most High El Elyon… Who rode on a horse with the King above all kings. Above all principalities...He carried all authority & Conquered my enemy. Prince of Peace Sar Shalom, Because of Him, I’m not alone God with us Immanuel He bought me for a price. Because of Him, I’m adopted & No longer for sale. My soul was crushed My heart was broken He heals me through the sword of the spirit God’s word spoken. The Great Physician, Iatros, Yahweh Rophe calls me Accepted & Chosen. He wears a cloak of zeal Because of Him, My soul no one can steal My broken spirit He will heal He gave me armor, faith, and shield The sword of the spirit He teaches me to wield. A belt of truth, a helmet of salvation His name is sovereign over every nation There are boots of peace He gave me Sar Shalom He is my peace a shelter in the storm. My fortress, breastplate of righteousness Who shields my heart from the storm inside Its only because of Jesus I’m alive. |
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