GOD'S BLUE BOOK - Shepherds of Christ Ministries

God’s Blue Book 41
love and praise to You holy, all three in One. We are indeed
favored by God.
And I came to You and You filled my weary soul. You set my
feet on solid ground and I worshipped the ground before You,
for You are God, the one, true, magnificent God here in our
midst. You dwell among us, unworthy as we are to call You our
Father, our Jesus, our Spirit. We have divine lineage because we
have God as our Father.
How favored are we, His chosen children, because He handpicked
each soul for His glory and love. We, in our lowliness, are
compelled to love this great and glorious God, our God—our
Father, His Son and the Holy Spirit—three in One! We are so
favored. He cares for us. He created us in His own image and we
are little less than the angels. Such honor is ours, bestowed on
us by Him, our heavenly Father. Oh, Father, we do indeed love
Thee so! How can we love Thee more? Open our hearts to know
more of Thy ways and what, indeed, pleases You. We want to do
Thy will. We want to be more like You, but we cannot even comprehend
Your ways in our human minds. Mold us, fashion us into
Thy ways that we might know You more and more. Oh, how
great is Your name, how glorious Your works. We honor You, the
one, true God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit! We love each person
and we are so honored to have You as our God.
Come unto Me, My little babies. I await you by day and night. I
love you so intensely. Such praise is so pleasing to Me, such comfort
for My soul. Come and honor Me. I am God and I await you
with eager love. I fill your troubled soul. I nurse your tired, worn little
bodies and I care for you with such love.
Oh, why do they stay away? I beckon all to come and let Me give
to them all the gifts and love I have for them. But they are so foolish.
Where do they go? You know they miss all they were created
for—for My presence is what their souls crave.
They squander My precious time given to them that they would
serve Me. Some I never see at all and it makes My heart sad for
their love. I long to give to them My gifts but they do not even open
their blind eyes to My being. How sick they are to be after all the
cares of this world. How empty these things are. They do not matter
to Me. They are like puffy air. They carry no weight. They are of
no importance. They can be lost in an instant and all that remains
are the things of Me.
Store up your treasures, little ones, the true treasures of gold.
They are found in My house in front of My tabernacle. Are you