Thursday, September 2, 2010

SOON



God will blow your mind very soon
He will change your tears into laughter
He who created the stars and the moon
Has heard and will answer that prayer

God will soon turn around your captivity
He will transform your dreams into reality
It will surely happened as He promised
He will give you that increase

God will soon bless your small beginnings
Trust him, He can do all things
He will amaze you with his blessings
Get ready to bring Him thanksgiving

God will soon wipe those tears of desperation
Relax and watch God’s grace in action
He will use even your failures and pain
He will make it all work for your gain

God will soon accomplish the incredible
He specializes in doing the impossible
Take heart and wait
God will honour your faith

God will blow your mind very soon
He is working in the secret for you
He who created the stars and the moon
Is about to exalt you!

Nida Massala 12/06/08

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Dear Jesus



Dear Jesus, I write to check on You
I have changed so much since I met You
I am so thrilled and so happy I am all yours
To think You care about my life and its course

Dear Jesus, I write to tell you I love you
I wonder how I ever lived without You
I am so grateful we are now friends
To know our fellowship will never end

Dear Jesus, I write to tell you about my problems
I remember You promised You will handle them
I will do just as You commanded me to
I will not worry, I will wait and trust in You

Dear Jesus, I write to tell You about my aspirations
I know you can use every event, every situation
I refuse to be anxious or afraid of tomorrow
Because your blessing is followed by no sorrow

Dear Jesus, I write to tell you I miss you
I long for that day I will forever be with You
What a privilege it will be to exalt your majesty
What an honour it will be to contemplate your beauty

Dear Jesus, I write to thank you
For the open doors, the breakthroughs
For the tears, for the secrets we share
For the promises, for your love and care

Nida Massala 09/09/08

Friday, August 6, 2010

God Answers Prayers



“And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear”.Isaiah 65:24

It was experienced by a doctor who worked in South Africa who writes;

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities.

Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates).. 'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. Your job is to keep the baby warm.'

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During prayer time, one ten -year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, God' she prayed, 'Send us a hot water bottle today. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.'

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?'

As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say 'Amen'? I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything; the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever, received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the verandah was a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes.. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box.. From the top, I lifted out brightly-colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.

Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the......could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!' Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked: 'Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?' Of course, I replied!

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it 'that afternoon.'

Indeed, Our God is a prayer answering God.

Friday, May 28, 2010

SOON



God will blow your mind very soon
He will change your tears into laughter
He who created the stars and the moon
Has heard and will answer that prayer

God will soon turn around your captivity
He will transform your dreams into reality
It will surely happened as He promised
He will give you that increase

God will soon bless your small beginnings
Trust him, He can do all things
He will amaze you with his blessings
Get ready to bring Him thanksgiving

God will soon wipe those tears of desperation
Relax and watch God’s grace in action
He will use even your failures and pain
He will make it all work for your gain

God will soon accomplish the incredible
He specializes in doing the impossible
Take heart and wait
God will honour your faith

God will blow your mind very soon
He is working in the secret for you
He who created the stars and the moon
Is about to exalt you!
By Nida Massala on 12/06/08

Friday, March 19, 2010


IN YOUR PRESENCE
There is no place where I would rather be
Only in your presence, am I truly free
There is no other I would rather serve
Only a God like You deserves my love

In your presence, there is joy, peace and more
At your right hand, there are pleasures evermore
In your courts, I am restored as I worship you
At your feet, I am changed as I adore you

There I am away from this world and its lures
There I look at your face and share in your nature
There, nothing, nobody else counts, only You matter
There You probe my heart and mold my character

That place where You reach the depths of my being
Where You wash and cleanse me from all sins
Where I can talk to you and listen to you
That place where I am alone with you!

By Nida Massala
06/6/08


YOU ARE THE GOD OF MY SALVATION

I will praise you, you are the God of my salvation
I will love you and obey your word each day
I will praise you, you are the God of my salvation
You gave me peace, gave me joy, gave me everything I need
My heart is full of praises for you

When I think of your goodness, what you have done for me
And I look at Golgotha, the blood you shed for me
Forever I am grateful, forever I am yours
My heart is full of praises for you

When I think of yesterday, what you did for me
And I look at today, what you are still doingI trust you for my tomorrows; I know you are in control
And my heart is full of praises for you

By Nida Massala
20/11/05


SO MUCH

There is so much I mean to tell you
How I am grateful for all those things you do
How I am sorry for letting you down so often
You are so kind to me, you have been so patient

Father, for your past blessings
I praise you King of Kings
For those things you are now doing
I exalt you, creator of all things

You who share in all my sorrows
You who has already blessed my tomorrows
I am so glad I met you
It is true there is none like you

What will I do without you?
Who could love me like you do?
Who could be so good, so faithful?
You alone are God! Mighty, merciful!

There is so much I mean to say to you
About all those things you have done and you do
For yesterday, for today, I worship you
For tomorrow, for ever, I adore you

By Nida Massala
20/05/2008