If I Don't Get Back From Egypt!

If I don't get back from Egypt
My soul's being held captive
Taken by a storm
Bobbing somewhere around at sea
Pleading Heavenly Father
Please come and rescue me.

I cannot swim this great ocean
Surely I would sink down and drown
Here in this deep body of water
And my body would never be found

Take away the roar from the waves
That noise is much too hard to bear
Release the sunshine to hover over me
If only for one more time
Let it linger there
Where my soul can look upon it
And the warmth from its rays
Can rule the day
For somewhere over River Jordan
The earth seeks this clay

And, oh my Father
If I don't make it back from Egypt
Would not my life have been in vain
To never ever have the chance
To make it back home again?

O to make it back home again
O to make it back home again

And, if I don't make it back from Egypt
Send the little bird to meet up with me
So I can speak to it and
Get a sacred word back from Thee
Send a hoard of angels
To gather around me in the sea
And whisper softly with their wings
Sweet child, we have come to set you free

If I don't make it back from Egypt
Send the Scribe a word
That she may write my story
To remain on earth when my voice
Can no longer be heard

And~~~~~~
If I don't get back from Egypt, children,
Do not weep for me
My soul was not left in the ocean
I did not sink down and drown at sea
Look for me heavenward no longer on the ground --
And, once lost in captivity
God took pity on poor me. I am found.

So listen out for the wondrous song
That only one who is redeemed sings
No, you won't be able to hear me
But you will know the refreshing joy
Only that melody brings. Look and see.

God bless.
Copyright (c) 2004. Rev. Lainie Dowell. The Mountainside Ministries. Columbia, MD.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Wednesday, December 1, 2004, 11:32 a.m. EST

When will we ever realize we are one another's keeper to cover with the Lord's blood all who, like us, are broken and sinking in the whelming flood? We miss it when, each time it comes to call at our door, we fail to get up and answer that one who needs it more. God lives!

Yet how many act as if He does not?
Searching time. Teaching time. Mending time. Bending and breaking time. No more wasted moments. Fill up the empty spaces with you being where God can use you and be used of God when He calls. Who can understand?

Released into the Universe!-revldowell

Happy Thanksgiving 2004!

Always Give Thanks!

I give thanks for knowing you

I give thanks to God for all the good you do

I give thanks each and every day

I thank God for Jesus because He is the only Way

If you do not know Jesus, get to know Jesus now.

You might say I do not know what I am talking about.

Think of it this way. Just suppose I am right and
you are wrong? That tug is drawing you nearer. Go.

Happy Thanksgiving Day 2004!

I Took The Test

I took the test that God blessed
And held it high for all to see
Against all odds and human mess
That test was meant to be

Once I settled in that task
to undertake
God took my hand and wrote
in his plan
Christ Jesus died for your sake

Not one portion was overlooked
When Christ in me took hold
Not one battle did He not fight
That sought to overtake my soul

For God settled every score
He knew the names of each foe
And, unbeknownst to any of them,
Each test was for their woe

God used their ugliness
To cleanse my soul from sin
So I could learn the lesson well
To wrap His trust within

Each time anybody struck a blow
The same thing they did to Christ
Jesus reached down and whispered low
Remember, my child, I already paid the price

I took the test for the Father!
I took the test for the Son!
I took the test for the Holy Ghost!
And God said,"The Victory's Won!

The Victory's Won!
The Victory's Won!
The Victory's Won!

Thank God for the Father!
Thank God for the Son!
Thank God for the Holy Ghost!
The Victory is Done!

My Heart That Is Breaking Song

Dedicated to our Military and Allies

I have a heart that is breaking
breaking for every closed eye that can no longer see
to walk upon the thick, thorny paths of life
where radiant red roses used to be

I have a heart that is breaking
breaking for every mother's child
for every son
for every daughter
who stood to fight the good fight of life
to stand up and fight not run

I have a breaking heart dear Lord,
that seeks to know
just how long the battle cried
and why did each season have to grow
so short
for each brave heart that died

Come up, come out, come away
far away
come aside and sit a while with me
come let us pray and let this be
our most heartfelt fervent plea

Oh Keep them safe
Keep them warm
Keep them everyone from harm

And, oh dear Lord,
high up in the skies above
wrap them in Your tender love
and bring them safely home
bring them safely to these fair shores
where we shall meet and greet them
oh so warmly meet and greet once more
with wide open doors

Come up, come out, come away
far away
come aside and sit a while with me
come let us pray and let this be
our most heartfelt fervent plea


THE NATION'S MILITARY TRIBUTES
"On Behalf of a Grateful Nation"
Pray for these brave souls and their families.


Copyright © 2004. Rev. Lainie Dowell. Columbia, MD.
All rights reserved worldwide.

The Summer of My Youth

I smell the summer of my youth ~ that time in my life ~

When the fragrance from a flower was the perfume for my body
When the song from a bird was the music for my heart
When the light from the sun was the heat for my soul
When the light from the moon was the cover for my night fears
When each new morning signalled a brand new day to come
When tomorrow could not come fast enough
When I wondered if there would even be a tomorrow

I smell the summer of my youth ~

It lifts me up and away from the tomorrows that finally came
It carries me back to the yesterdays of my youth
It covers my longing to grow old and respected in my old age
It nourishes the motherlove and fatherstrength encased deep within

It comforts
It consoles
It consumes
It contains
It consults
It contacts
It continues

And, Lord, I pray it would always be thus.
For, in the summer days long gone are memories known to me alone
May the earth give them up to live on when I am in the earth among
the ones who knew what I have just learned . . . And that is . . .

The summer of my youth would never fade
with the winter of my days

I thank God for allowing me to be born in due season.
And I thank Him for allowing me to be born again.

If you live each day as precious to lose it along the way,
then God will retrieve it for you the moment He knows you have
gone astray -- away -- far removed from His presence, loving hand,
kindness, peace, forgiveness, and His heart of hearts.

You see, the day may be gone; but it is not lost.
Reach inside your bosom and retrieve it from
where He placed it. Bless you.

Silent Whisperings . . .
Wearer of the Iron Robe

Copyright (c) 2004. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. Columbia, MD.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Rec'd November 2, 2004.
A Shepherd Woman's Heart