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Father Teach Me How to Love again outlines the power of God's love in strong, biblical and practical ways that inspire readers to live a love-inspired life. The modern world is crowded with pressures that are causing an erosion of community spirit and family values. John Akeem Shomade was born in Nigeria to a Muslim family. He became a Christian after an encounter with the Lord Jesus Christ. John is a pastor, teacher of biblical principles and has an extensive itinerant ministry. M in the UK.
Lord, Teach Me How To Love: Learning From The Ultimate Example
Click the image on the left to order directly from CBD at a discounted price! Indeed, It is my greatest and my only need, Teach me to love, not those who first love me, But all the world, with that rare purity Of broad, outreaching thought which bears no trace Of earthly taint, but holds in its embrace Humanity, and only seems to see The good in all, reflected, Lord, from Thee.
Lord Teach Me How to Love Myself
And teach me, Father, how to love the most Those who most stand in need of love, that host Of people who are sick and poor and bad, Whose tired faces show their lives are sad, Who toil along the road with footsteps slow, And hearts more heavy than the world can know, People whom others pass discreetly by, Or fail to hear the pleading of that cry For help, amid the tumult of the crowd; Whose very anguish makes them cold and proud, Resentful, stubborn, bitter in their grief, I want to bring them comfort and relief, To put my hand in theirs, and at their side Walk softly on, a faithful, fearless guide.
O Saviour, thou the Christ, Truth, ever near, Help me to feel these sad ones doubly dear Because they need so much!
Help me to seek And find that which they thought was lost; to speak Such words of cheer that as we pass along The wilderness shall blossom into song. Ah, Love divine, how empty was that prayer Of other days! That which was once so fair, Those flimsy baubles which the world calls joys Are nothing to me now but broken toys, Outlived, outgrown.
I pray For better things.