WHEN Did Our CHANGE COME? (poem) by Jms Bell on AuthorsDen

WHEN Did Our CHANGE COME?
by Jms Bell → (All Poetry by Jms Bell)
Thursday, May 30, 2019 Rated "G" by the Author.

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The Word tells us that God is not willing that any of us should be lost and If we look back over our lives we can see the…changes…that He has wrought in us and yet, we’re not finished! The Word also says that our change(perfecting) goes on and on from glory to glory until we take on 'His Likeness' and are ready to meet Him...face to face. As we journey on, let's try to keep this in mind...Blesu

When did our change come? we know not… was it over a period-of-time or in a fortnight… when did the veil of our…blindness…begin to drop? We’ll never know the exact day nor hour…but we know He came! Jesus…donned in robes of righteousness…revoked the world’s claim! When did our change come? when evil was conquered by…The Son! it was back there…on that Hill called Golgotha… that our battle was really won Forever we’ll hold That Cross in reverence… His Precious Blood wet the earth…giving hope ever since When did our change come? truth is…little by little… we’re…still…being reshaped and bent God in His own way…perfecting…our every wry dot and tittle And it ever goes on! Him…molding…clay…in His Hands… Change upon change…un-ceasing…’til we’re Home…in Beulah Land Jeremiah 18:1-6, 2Corn 3:18, 2Peter 3:9 copyright; jmsbell 5/30/2019
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Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on May 31, 2019

Yes, the change does come and it comes without our even knowing! Your write made me wonder as I often do about young children suffering and starving.......and being sold into the awful trade that I can't even mention the name of. Why? Oh, I wish that doubt would go away. I keep praying about it, Joyce. Your writes bring me the good news.

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by D.T. de Bruijn

Love it, it's the truth. Bit by bit, little by little. Amen.

Reviewed by Mystic Rose

Reviewed on May 30, 2019

God seems to precipitate change whenever our heart seeks and our minds come asking for the shelter of his arm. Lovely poem dear Joyce, sending you wishes for blessed hours and health xo

Reviewed by John Herlihy

I like the image of the clay being shaped and moulded "in His hands". So true. That's why we are forever in a state of flux and change, shaping, changing, perfecting, until we finally know.. . .