<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201761</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 01:25:22 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Words From the Father</title><description>I truly believe that all the writings on this page have been inspired by God. I give Him all the credit and glory, and I take none for myself. I count it an honor and a privilege to share them with you. May you, and anyone you share them with, be blessed by these Words from the Father.</description><link>http://wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mark Mayhue)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201761.post-112951484970467200</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2005 02:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-10-16T19:07:29.713-07:00</atom:updated><title>"That's What God is For"</title><description>When it seems like life's unfair, and all your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;And everyone around you thinks that you are always wrong&lt;br /&gt;You start to feel like giving up, and giving in at last&lt;br /&gt;You think your life is useless and you want to end it fast&lt;br /&gt;But, God cares for you deeply, your sin His Son died for&lt;br /&gt;He's always there to help you through, that's what God is for&lt;br /&gt;He'll help you through your darkest hour, He'll help you to endure&lt;br /&gt;His peace will be sufficient enough, That's what God is for&lt;br /&gt;So, do not be discouraged, my friend, don't give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;And all those people who said you're wrong will finally see you're right&lt;br /&gt;Because, God cares for you deeply, your sin His Son died for&lt;br /&gt;He's always there to help you through, that's what God is for&lt;br /&gt;He'll help you when you're lonely, He'll help when you're unsure&lt;br /&gt;He'll help you do His perfect will, That's what God is for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201761-112951484970467200?l=wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com/2005/10/thats-what-god-is-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mark Mayhue)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201761.post-112881596614892972</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2005 23:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-10-08T16:59:26.150-07:00</atom:updated><title>"Secret Struggles"</title><description>So many times our private struggles &lt;br /&gt;Are brought into the light &lt;br /&gt;No matter how we kick and scream &lt;br /&gt;No matter how we fight &lt;br /&gt;We wonder why they've been made know &lt;br /&gt;Why we can't keep them to ourself &lt;br /&gt;Why do others need to know &lt;br /&gt;Why are they displayed upon the shelf &lt;br /&gt;Is it to embarrass us &lt;br /&gt;To make us feel ashamed &lt;br /&gt;Who's responsible for this mess &lt;br /&gt;Who is the one to blame &lt;br /&gt;God brings them out into the light &lt;br /&gt;So healing may occur &lt;br /&gt;He does it all for our own good &lt;br /&gt;Of this we can be sure &lt;br /&gt;So don't resent His discipline &lt;br /&gt;Embrace it and accept &lt;br /&gt;That for our healing and our growth &lt;br /&gt;These secrets can not be kept&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201761-112881596614892972?l=wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com/2005/10/secret-struggles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mark Mayhue)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201761.post-112881553307661099</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2005 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-10-08T16:52:13.083-07:00</atom:updated><title>"Let God Back"</title><description>“Under God”, “In God we trust”, “God shed His grace on thee”&lt;br /&gt;Three simple, yet profound statements that helped to shape our country&lt;br /&gt;Some embrace them, some refute them, some even try to ban them&lt;br /&gt;But we cannot deny the controversy we currently see around them&lt;br /&gt;These statements talk about allegiance to, and dependence upon the One&lt;br /&gt;Who is truly the only hope for this world through the death of His only Son&lt;br /&gt;As a nation we have turned away from the God who gave us birth&lt;br /&gt;The God who has blessed us with the greatest country that exists upon this earth&lt;br /&gt;As the United States, let us also unite to give God His rightful place&lt;br /&gt;And welcome Him back into our nation so we can again experience His grace&lt;br /&gt;Let’s let Him back into our schools so our children can freely pray&lt;br /&gt;And share in the love of Jesus Christ with their classmates every day&lt;br /&gt;Let’s allow God back into our homes to lead, guide, and protect&lt;br /&gt;Let’s allow Him back into our communities that we have so carelessly wrecked&lt;br /&gt;Let’s let God back into the church and get rid of bitterness and strife&lt;br /&gt;So He can bring back to it acceptance, love, and life&lt;br /&gt;God is waiting patiently for this country to once again&lt;br /&gt;Allow Him back into its borders so He can be its friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201761-112881553307661099?l=wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-god-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mark Mayhue)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201761.post-111068178801066259</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2005 02:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-03-12T18:43:08.013-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Testimony</title><description>This is not a poem, but an explanation of how and why I became a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;I have been a born-again Christian since May 20, 1989. I grew up going to church most of my life. I never realized that I could have a personal relationship with Jesus, or that I needed to be born-again to go to Heaven when I die.&lt;br /&gt;In 10th grade I started going to vo-tech. One of the guys from my class invited me to a Bible study, so I agreed to go. I went to that Bible study for 2 years without realizing that I wasn't really a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;On May 20, 1989 I went to a Christian concert with the Bible study. At the end of the concert they invited people to come to the front for prayer. They said it was for people who wanted to accept Jesus for the very first time, or for those who were already Christians, to renew their faith. I felt like I should go up, so I did. But, I went up with the mind-set of renewing my faith, not realizing that I was actually only accepting Christ for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days God slowly revealed to me that if I would have died before that moment at the concert, I would not have gone to Heaven; even though I went to church mostly all my life, even though I "believed" in God, even though I went to Bible study. Despite all those things, because I didn't have Jesus in my life, as my personal LORD and Savior, I would have missed out on eternity with Him. My friend, do you know if you're going to Heaven when you die, or is there some doubt? If there is, then ask God to reveal His Son Jesus to you as never before. Ask Him to forgive you of your sins, come into your life and be your LORD and Savior. You won't regret it! God bless you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201761-111068178801066259?l=wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-testimony.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mark Mayhue)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201761.post-110861058429160761</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2005 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-03-12T18:47:23.466-08:00</atom:updated><title>"What IS Crucifixion?"</title><description>A medical doctor provides a physical description: The cross is placed on the ground and the exhausted man is quickly thrown backwards with his shoulders against the wood.&lt;br /&gt;The Legionaire feels for the depression at the front of the wrist. He drives a heavy, square wrought iron nail through the wrist deep into the wood. Quickly he moves to the other side and repeats the action, being careful not to pull the arms too tightly, but to allow some flex and movement.&lt;br /&gt;The cross is then lifted into place. The left foot is pressed backward against the right foot, and with both feet extended,toes down, a nail is driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees flexed.&lt;br /&gt;The victim is now crucified. As he slowly sags down with more weight on the nails in the wrists, excruciating fiery pain shoots along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain, the nails in the wrists are putting pressure on the median nerves.&lt;br /&gt;As he pushes himself upward to avoid this stretching torment, he places the full weight on the nail through the feet.Again he feels the searing agony of the nail tearing through the nerves between the bones of his feet.&lt;br /&gt;As the arms fatigue, cramps sweep through his muscles, knotting them deep relentless, throbbing pain. With these cramps comes the inability to push himself upward to breathe. Air can be drawn in to the lungs but not exhaled. He fights to raise himself in order to get even one small breath.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, carbon dioxide builds up in the lungs and in the blood stream, and the cramps partially subsided. Spasmodically, he is able to push himself upward to exhale and bring in life-giving oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;Hours of limitless pain,cycles of twisting,wrenching cramps, intermittent partial asphyxiation, searing pain as tissue is torn from his lacerated back as he moves up and down against the rough timber. Then another agony begins: a deep, crushing pain deep in the chest as the pericardium slowly fills with serum and begins to compress the heart. It is now almost over- the loss of tissue fluids has reached a critical level- the compressed heart is struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood into the tissues- the tortured lungs are making frantic effort to gasp in small amounts of air.&lt;br /&gt;He can feel the chill of death creeping through his tissues...Finally, he can allow his body to die.&lt;br /&gt;All this the Bible records with the simple words: "and they crucufied Him."(Mark 15:24)&lt;br /&gt;What wondrous love is this? Many people don't know that pain and suffering our Lord, Jesus Christ went through for us...because of the brutality, crucifixion was given a sentence to only its worst offenders of the law. Theives, murderers, and rapists would be the types of creeps who got crucified.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, here Jesus, the babe in the manger we celebrate at Christmas...What did Jesus do? Did He murder anyone? Did He steal anything? Did He even gossip? The answer as we all know is NO! Jesus did nothing to deserve this type of death, yet He went willing to die, in between two thieves, so that we might be saved.&lt;br /&gt;And there, in between the sinners, was our slain Savior for our sins. We're Free!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201761-110861058429160761?l=wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-is-crucifixion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mark Mayhue)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201761.post-110843104522583341</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2005 01:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-02-14T17:30:45.226-08:00</atom:updated><title>"Love, Jesus"</title><description>- Mark Mayhue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see the tears you cry&lt;br /&gt;I cry along with you&lt;br /&gt;And when I hear your joyous laughter&lt;br /&gt;I share in your joy, too&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling what your feeling &lt;br /&gt;Though it may be tough to see&lt;br /&gt;That all the things you go through&lt;br /&gt;Have already happened to me&lt;br /&gt;So, take to heart that I relate&lt;br /&gt;To all your joys and pains&lt;br /&gt;And realize that I’m hear for you&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines, when it rains&lt;br /&gt;Take comfort in the simple fact&lt;br /&gt;That true peace can be found&lt;br /&gt;In the beauty of my presence&lt;br /&gt;When you lay your own life down&lt;br /&gt;Then, as you make that sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;And obey my every word&lt;br /&gt;You’ll truly learn to see me&lt;br /&gt;As your friend as well as Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Love,&lt;br /&gt;   Jesus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201761-110843104522583341?l=wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-jesus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mark Mayhue)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201761.post-110713956055057203</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2005 02:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-01-30T18:46:00.550-08:00</atom:updated><title>"Life"</title><description>-Mark Mayhue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was all around me&lt;br /&gt;I saw it everyday&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to its miracle&lt;br /&gt;As I went along my way&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do and see&lt;br /&gt;I never took the time&lt;br /&gt;To stop, to ponder, to thank my God&lt;br /&gt;For this miracle divine&lt;br /&gt;This life I have is but a mist&lt;br /&gt;As the years go quickly by&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in thanks to God&lt;br /&gt;For this miracle of mine&lt;br /&gt;When I reach my final Home&lt;br /&gt;And I look upon His face&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll hear, "Well done my son"&lt;br /&gt;For I trusted in His grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201761-110713956055057203?l=wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com/2005/01/life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mark Mayhue)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201761.post-110696215012965378</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jan 2005 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-01-28T17:29:10.130-08:00</atom:updated><title>"I Hear the Voice of God"</title><description>-Mark Mayhue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strain to hear the voice of God&lt;br /&gt;As I sit in silent prayer&lt;br /&gt;Sitting by the water's edge&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the clean, crisp air&lt;br /&gt;I ask the LORD to speak to me&lt;br /&gt;And wait for His response&lt;br /&gt;But then there's only silence&lt;br /&gt;It seems like God is gone&lt;br /&gt;Then I hear the water&lt;br /&gt;As the ripples meet the shore&lt;br /&gt;A constant, soothing, gentle sound&lt;br /&gt;That's relaxing all the more&lt;br /&gt;I listen to the gentle wind&lt;br /&gt;As it rustles through the trees&lt;br /&gt;It brings a sense of peacefulness&lt;br /&gt;As I feel its cooling breeze&lt;br /&gt;I hear birds singing joyfully&lt;br /&gt;But, why do I feel so odd&lt;br /&gt;Then finally it occurs to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing the voice of God&lt;br /&gt;I hear Him speaking peace and rest&lt;br /&gt;Through the water, wind and birds&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm assured I've heard His voice&lt;br /&gt;Though He never spoke a word&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201761-110696215012965378?l=wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-hear-voice-of-god.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mark Mayhue)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201761.post-110644465786771624</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2005 01:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-01-22T17:46:20.433-08:00</atom:updated><title>"Never on Your Own"</title><description>-Mark Mayhue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it’s been so long&lt;br /&gt;Since I’ve been born-again&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my up’s, I’ve had my down’s&lt;br /&gt;In these years of serving Him&lt;br /&gt;At times it seemed we were so close&lt;br /&gt;I could reach and take His hand&lt;br /&gt;But then there were those moments&lt;br /&gt;My heart seemed a barren land&lt;br /&gt;Has God forsaken? Has He gone?&lt;br /&gt;Has He forgotten me forever?&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why He seemed so far&lt;br /&gt;No longer were we together&lt;br /&gt;But over time I realized&lt;br /&gt;That never did He leave&lt;br /&gt;I’m the one who lost my faith&lt;br /&gt;In the God whom I believed&lt;br /&gt;His silence does not mean He’s gone&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned He’s always there&lt;br /&gt;He’s always working in our lives&lt;br /&gt;In joy and in despair&lt;br /&gt;So, if the LORD seems distant&lt;br /&gt;That He has left you all alone&lt;br /&gt;Just know He also works in silence&lt;br /&gt;You are never on your own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201761-110644465786771624?l=wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-on-your-own.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mark Mayhue)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201761.post-110643803087294845</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2005 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-01-22T17:47:42.643-08:00</atom:updated><title>"It Finally Happened to Me"</title><description>-Mark Mayhue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally happened to me! In just nine months I'll be&lt;br /&gt;a little baby boy or girl, to live my life in the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I'm a chosen one, to have a chance at a life that's fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make the best of every day. The beginning seems so far away.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just wait patiently. For I know not when the time will be,&lt;br /&gt;when I leave this comfort zone inside, to take life by the horns and hang on for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;It finally happened to me! I can see my hands and feet.&lt;br /&gt;They must have grown while I was asleep. I'll use my hands to grasp and my feet to leap.&lt;br /&gt;My nose and ears are fully-grown. I'll use my nose to smell flowers and my ears to listen on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;It finally happened to me! Now I know what sex I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a baby boy. Now I'm filled with so much joy!&lt;br /&gt;I'll play baseball and play in the mud. Then I'll give my mommy a great big hug.&lt;br /&gt;I'll kiss her on the cheek and say, "I love you so much!". How I long for her loving, gentle touch.&lt;br /&gt;It finally happened to me! My mommy said she doesn't want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Abort the baby, I don't want it any more!” But don't I have a say? What was I even conceived for?&lt;br /&gt;Now all my dreams of a happy life are all destroyed because my mommy is no one's wife.&lt;br /&gt;It's murder, I tell you, but no one cares! I'll never learn to ride a bike or climb a flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;I know that now I'll be with God forever. But, I can never live the life He had planned for me...NEVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201761-110643803087294845?l=wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com/2005/01/it-finally-happened-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mark Mayhue)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201761.post-110593228769904079</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2005 03:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-01-22T17:48:28.840-08:00</atom:updated><title>"Shattered Dreams"</title><description>-Mark Mayhue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted what I never had and had what I didn't want&lt;br /&gt;I had so many aspirations, my life they all did haunt&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that one day I'd become a movie star&lt;br /&gt;The dream seemed very present, but the goal to reach, so far&lt;br /&gt;I also hoped, one day, to be an outer-space astronaut&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't like a dream, at all, just a brief and passing thought&lt;br /&gt;I had so many hopeless dreams my life seemed like a sieve&lt;br /&gt;My hopes were poured in, then drained out, no promise did they give&lt;br /&gt;Shattered dreams are like the wind blowing in the night&lt;br /&gt;They can't be seen and they fade away, transparent to the sight&lt;br /&gt;Shattered dreams are like the sand covering the shore&lt;br /&gt;You build your castle, then the tide rolls in and your castle is no more&lt;br /&gt;Shattered dreams leave hopeless lives, so many of us think&lt;br /&gt;Shattered dreams are like a chain with a missing link&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to tell you there is hope to fill this empty space&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem like much to some, but it can save the human race&lt;br /&gt;Look to God to find the place He has for you in life&lt;br /&gt;When you're discouraged ask the LORD to help you through your strife&lt;br /&gt;Ask the LORD to take you past what you think you can be&lt;br /&gt;Offer up your shattered dreams and new hope you'll receive&lt;br /&gt;Give your life to Jesus Christ because He cares for you&lt;br /&gt;And some of those shattered dreams you've had may possibly come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201761-110593228769904079?l=wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wordsfromthefather.blogspot.com/2005/01/shattered-dreams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mark Mayhue)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>