Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. (Ephesians 4:29)
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Showing posts with label Healing. Show all posts
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Slaylanguage
Are you going through a tough time?
Perhaps you need to change the way you speak.
Or perhaps you need to listen to something healthy.
The thing about tough times is that you tend to hear Slaylanguage. Words, sentences or even complete letters or mails that put you down.
Slaylanguage is language that kills. It kills your spirit and undermines your courage.
Bad language, like bad food, can make you feel sick and eventually does.
Slaylanguage is the complete opposite of Claylanguage.
While Claylanguage shapes you up, Slaylanguage slides you down.
To reach Home in a game of Snakes and Ladders, aren't ladders preferred?
Similarly, here's hoping that you choose to speak Claylanguage ... shape up!
Perhaps you need to change the way you speak.
Or perhaps you need to listen to something healthy.
The thing about tough times is that you tend to hear Slaylanguage. Words, sentences or even complete letters or mails that put you down.
Slaylanguage is language that kills. It kills your spirit and undermines your courage.
Bad language, like bad food, can make you feel sick and eventually does.
Slaylanguage is the complete opposite of Claylanguage.
To reach Home in a game of Snakes and Ladders, aren't ladders preferred?
Similarly, here's hoping that you choose to speak Claylanguage ... shape up!
Prayer
Lord,
You are our Father.
We are the clay,
You are the potter.
We are all the work
Of your hands.
Father,
Into your hands, we
Surrender our spirits,
Heal our hearts,
Mold our minds,
Shape our souls.
Amen.
You are our Father.
We are the clay,
You are the potter.
We are all the work
Of your hands.
Father,
Into your hands, we
Surrender our spirits,
Heal our hearts,
Mold our minds,
Shape our souls.
Amen.
A Word
A careless word may kindle strife;
A cruel word may wreck a life.
A bitter word may hate instil;
A brutal word may smite and kill.
A gracious word may smooth the way;
A joyous word may light the day.
A timely word may lessen stress;
A loving word may heal and bless.
"Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless."
- Mother Teresa
A cruel word may wreck a life.
A bitter word may hate instil;
A brutal word may smite and kill.
A gracious word may smooth the way;
A joyous word may light the day.
A timely word may lessen stress;
A loving word may heal and bless.
"Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless."
- Mother Teresa
Communication
- breaking barriers
- developing dialogue
- healing hearts
- learning languages
- moulding minds
- overcoming obstacles
- promoting peace
- soothing souls
Potter’s Wheel
The world is fast becoming younger
The news is all they’ve ever known
They’ve seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger
How will they choose when they are grown
What do you tell forever’s children
When it’s their turn to hurt and heal
Whatever spins a grim tornado
Can also turn a potter’s wheel
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Tell with your life the bloody story
Teach to they’re dreams not burning steel
It’s not in bombs where lies the glory
But in what’s shattered on the field
The potter’s wheel takes love and caring
Skill and patience, fast and slow
The works it makes are easily broken
Once they survive the potter’s throw
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Some day some children will be digging
In some long forgotten ground
And they’ll find our civilization
Or what’s left of it to be found
They’ll find the weapons of destruction
But buried deeper in the hole
They’ll find a message and a promise
In the sand, the potter’s bowl
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Earth and fire and wind conspire
With human hands, and love, and fire
Artist: John Denver
Lyrics: Bill Danoff
The news is all they’ve ever known
They’ve seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger
How will they choose when they are grown
What do you tell forever’s children
When it’s their turn to hurt and heal
Whatever spins a grim tornado
Can also turn a potter’s wheel
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Tell with your life the bloody story
Teach to they’re dreams not burning steel
It’s not in bombs where lies the glory
But in what’s shattered on the field
The potter’s wheel takes love and caring
Skill and patience, fast and slow
The works it makes are easily broken
Once they survive the potter’s throw
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Some day some children will be digging
In some long forgotten ground
And they’ll find our civilization
Or what’s left of it to be found
They’ll find the weapons of destruction
But buried deeper in the hole
They’ll find a message and a promise
In the sand, the potter’s bowl
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Earth and fire and wind conspire
With human hands, and love, and fire
Artist: John Denver
Lyrics: Bill Danoff
The Language Barrier
Barriers are not real;
Borders unfortunately are.
While a weak wall separates us,
A strong bridge unites us.
As silence heals
And words encourage,
Time will tell us...
Of how hope a language builds.
Have Thine Own Way, Lord
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Hold o’er my being absolute sway!
Fill with Thy Spirit ’till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me.
Lyrics: Adelaide A. Pollard
Music: George C. Stebbins
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Hold o’er my being absolute sway!
Fill with Thy Spirit ’till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me.
Lyrics: Adelaide A. Pollard
Music: George C. Stebbins
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