August 14, 2011

It Hurts, But He’s Not Forgotten

Posted in Devotionals, Poetry, prophecy, Stories at 11:32 pm by Sarah Bosse

I had an encouraging vision tonight while writing a poem for a friend who is enduring extremely challenging times.

I saw the tears my friend was crying as she prayed, and Father God looking lovingly and gently into her face. And though she could not see Him clearly through all the tears, He was taking each tear as it came down, onto His fingertip. He inspected each tear closely and as He looked into each beaded teardrop, He saw His own reflection in that tear. He knew that He would be reflected in each tear, yet He didn’t neglect to inspect each and every one. After inspecting a tear, he let the tear roll off the side of His fingertip and into the top of a large, dark blue teardrop-shaped bottle that He carried with Him at all times to collect the tears of the saints.

Then I saw the tears of Jesus as He prayed for those He was to save. And in His tears, our faces were reflected so that if we inspected His tears, we would see ourselves, and remember from whom these tears came. His tears would glorify God, His Father, whom He was making known to us.

Then I saw Jesus lifted up on the Cross and His blood was dripping down from his side where the whips had broken open His flesh. The blood dripped down his chest, his side, spiraling down his leg and from his heel it flowed down the trunk of the tree on which he hung. I clung to that old rugged cross, and I looked and saw the drops slide down further still until they soaked into the dust around my feet. “We are made of dust,” I thought, as I realized how far those drops of blood had traveled for me – from Heaven’s highest place…to be soaked up by the dust, poured out upon a sinful mortal people to save them from their sins and God’s holy wrath. How great was His humiliation for us!

Jesus’ tears and blood plead forgiveness for us so that we can fully enter the Father’s presence without hesitation. He forgave us so that we could forgive and live for His purposes, to make more of Him and less of ourselves.

I had this sense that God takes prayers and tears seriously. He cherishes them. He holds them for the proper time. He doesn’t forget them or push them away and pretend they aren’t there; He doesn’t cast them as far as the east is from the west or add them to the ocean as just another droplet of water; He knows their depth, each tear’s cry. And He listens to the tears of His saints just as He listened to the tears of His Son and the cry of His Son’s blood spilled for us.

At the appointed time, I saw Father take His bottle into the throneroom of Heaven and pour it out so that it became a river. The bottle kept pouring out more tears than it seemed it was possible it could contain. It made a crystal clear river of life in the New Jerusalem and splished and splashed joyously throughout all of heaven. The sounds of its splashing and gushing were like choirs of heavenly music which sung praises to God.

I saw the Samaritan woman by the well whom Jesus had asked to draw water for Him. When she questioned Him, He told her that he could give her living water. I saw the tears of Jesus again and knew that God notices every tear His Son or His children have ever cried, and that all will glorify God in the end, though now it’s still a mystery. We know that He sees His reflection in our tears.


I am not posting the full poem, but what is relevant to the above is here:
It Hurts, But He’s Not Forgotten
God sees and knows and feels each blow you take.

His Son’s tears plead a testimony of salvation for us
As His blood poured down from his side,
Down his leg, Down the wood of that old rugged cross;
The friend to which I cling,
As I confess that His blood made its way to sink
Into the dust around my feet
To redeem people like you and me who are just such,
And make us clean.

These tears and this blood pleads forgiveness for you and me,
That we may be forgiven and by forgiving others be set free
To love Him more, to become lesser still,
To serve Him fully and yield our hearts to His will.

So your prayers and tears are in Father’s big bottle,
Not forgotten, not pushed aside, not thrown away, not belittled.
He dropped each one in there Himself after looking intently to see
His own reflection in the bead.

Jesus’ tears reflected us and our tears reflect Him now.

Perhaps the tears of the saints cause the crystal river of life to flow
Through the courts of the heavenlies with newfound boyancy and vigor,
Understanding their purpose.

Perhaps the waters that make us thirst not are the forever-powerful
Prayers of our savior’s tearful intercession on our behalf,
For the Father’s glory.


Rev 21:3 And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. 4 He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

Rev 22:1 Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb 2 through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. 3 No longer will there be anything accursed, but the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him. 4 They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. 5 And night will be no more. They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever.

John 4:7 A woman from Samaria came to draw water. Jesus said to her, “Give me a drink.” 8 (For his disciples had gone away into the city to buy food.) 9 The Samaritan woman said to him, “How is it that you, a Jew, ask for a drink from me, a woman of Samaria?” (For Jews have no dealings with Samaritans.) 10 Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.” 11 The woman said to him, “Sir, you have nothing to draw water with, and the well is deep. Where do you get that living water? 12 Are you greater than our father Jacob? He gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did his sons and his livestock.” 13 Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, 14 but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” 15 The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water, so that I will not be thirsty or have to come here to draw water.”

Sarah M. Bosse 8-14-11  10:55pm


May 27, 2011

Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield – Lyrics – John Newton

Posted in Hymns / Songs / Lyrics, Poetry at 3:44 pm by Sarah Bosse

Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield

Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield;
My heart by mighty grace compelled
Surrenders all to Thee;
Against Thy terrors long I strove,
But who can stand against Thy love?
Love conquers even me.

If Thou hadst bid Thy thunders roll,
And light’nings flash, to blast my soul,
I still had stubborn been;
But mercy has my heart subdued,
A bleeding Savior I have viewed,
And now I hate my sin.

Now, Lord, I would be Thine alone,
Come, take possession of Thine own,
For Thou hast set me free;
Released from Satan’s hard command,
See all my powers waiting stand,
To be employed by Thee.


February 21, 2011

I’ve Got The Victory in Jesus! “Victory” by Yolanda Adams – Lyrics

Posted in Hymns / Songs / Lyrics, Poetry tagged , , , at 9:52 pm by Sarah Bosse

I’ve got, got the victory
I’ve got the sweet, sweet victory in Jesus,
Yes I do!
He is our mighty conquerer,
In Him I will trust, all my battles He’ll fight.
I’ve got, got the victory
I’ve got the sweet, sweet victory in Jesus.
For me He died but He rose on the third day
That’s why I have true victory everyday!

[Verse 1]
Truly I’ve been through the storm and rain.
I know everything about heartache and pain.
But God carried me through it all
Without His protection I’d surely fall.
I’ve been broke without a dime to my name.
But all my bills got paid ‘cause I called on Jesus name.
You can’t tell me that God isnt real ’cause I’ve got the victory and that’s why I’m still here.


[Verse 2]
I’m not worried about material things I dont have
I just rest cause I’m sure in my Savior’s care
Because I know my blessing is on the way
I can’t see it right now but I stand by faith.
I’ve fought many, many battles in His name
I held up the blood-stained banner and proclaimed
That Jesus is the truth and the light:
Believe me when I say He will make it all right!


Yeah I got the victory yeah
I got the victory yeah yeah yeah
[And if you have the victory sing it with me]
Yeah I got the victory yeah I got the victory
Yeah yeah yeah
[I’ve got the victory Sing it with me]

[Chorus out]

December 6, 2010

Prayers In The Night – a prayer poem for a friend

Posted in Disability, Poetry, Prayer Request at 1:08 am by Sarah Bosse

Prayers In The Night
written for a friend
Friday, 5.29.09, 2:15am

Our prayers are that this night
you will receive peace and rest,
and wake in the morning fully refreshed
by the incomprehensible power of God.

The Lord goes before you
and you are not alone.
Your Heavenly Father adores you;
His child He will not give a stone.

Through all these days, years, months, and miles,
He has walked you through every fiery trial
For His own glory and your eternal good.

The Sovereign Lord who created the galaxies
Condescended to become human flesh.
Tempted and tried, hung on a cross to die,
Knowing all manner of grief and pain.

Yet three days later He rose again!
And we are granted life through His resurrection.
The power of God that raised Christ will raise us too
so that in this Christian life, we will be made new.

Turn to Him now and look upon His face,
and the world will grow dim in the light of His grace.

Hear your Savior interceding for you with perfect prayers,
pointing to His wounds, how He bought you fair and square.
No evil may touch you, no pain and no harm,
but that which the Lord allows; so do not be alarmed.
“Fear Not!” the Lord said to fearful disciples many a time;
“I control the wind and waves; they obey my voice and are mine.”

We obey Your voice and come to You right now;
before Your throne we humbly bow,
seeking Your face and the light of Your grace
to fill us with increased faith.

How grateful we are to have a high priest
Who knows that we are frail and weak,
who remembers that we are but dust
and loves us still; and so we trust His sovereign will.


Sarah M. Bosse

Lord, Make Me A Thirsty Sea Sponge

Posted in Poetry, Prayer Request at 12:27 am by Sarah Bosse

Lord, make me a thirsty sea sponge.

Without nourishment the sea sponge has no potential on dry land.
But dip it into the River and watch as it expands.
Then it is full and leaking refreshing waters wherever it goes.
And when it is taken back to the dry shore,
It refreshes those to whom it is bestowed.
But bring it back again to its source of water flows
So that it can be used again to spread the fame of Him who dips and serves
and sows.

The sponge does not move of its own volition,
But of the will of the One who uses it for His will’s fruitition.
The sponge cannot grow legs, no not even if it tried.
It even needs the hands of the Master to squeeze out the filth,
to cause those rushing waters to come in and make it alive.

The sea sponge is a mighty creation because it’s thirst will never end.
Fill it up, wring it out, and it is thirsty yet again.
Let me never be, Lord, satisfied with the stale water that might sit inside.
Bring me back, bring me back, bring me back to that River of Life.

The River of Life is so deep and so wide that a whole host of sea sponges
Could never ever quench it’s awesome tide.
Let me never think that I’ve absorbed all of You there is to obtain
Lest you leave me on the dry shore and there forever I remain.

Sarah M. Bosse 9.2.05

April 29, 2010

A Smiling Face

Posted in Devotionals, Poetry tagged , , , , , , , , , , at 8:45 pm by Sarah Bosse

This poem was written for a friend on her birthday. Please pray for Kavi. She is a dear friend who loves the Lord.

A Smiling Face

This is not our home;
We are strangers in this land.
Heaven is our home,
And with Him one day we’ll stand.

Though the waves of sorrow roll
Like oceans overhead
His grace is deeper, deeper still
Than any depths we’ve tread.

Blessings wait for us divine.
Sufferings dare not compare.
And everything crooked with be made straight
In the freedom of C we share.

When our souls are taken home
And when the storm has finally past,
Faith will be replaced with sight:
We will see at at last…

That what was great is now small
And what was first is last.
We’ll clearly see the Hands of Grace
Were working in the past.

For now we trust and place
Our faith in His unfailing grace…

Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face

written by Sarah M. Bosse
for Kavi, 4/30/2010

January 20, 2010

Jesus Christ Is Sovereign Over Breast Cancer

Posted in Poetry, Prayer Request, Update tagged , , , , , , , , at 11:00 pm by Sarah Bosse

You never seem to believe it’s possible it could happen in your family until, well…it happens. But once it’s here, it seems like it will always be here and never fully gone. I’m talking about cancer. On January 5th, 2010, my Mom was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. It took me by shock and I wasn’t quite sure what to say when I got the call. I just prayed and didn’t tell anyone for a few days…just trying to process it in my mind. Then I spoke with a woman who has battled cancer several times. She said, “Just hate it for your family that the big C has entered your life but …we have a “C” in our lives that is supreme to cancer.”

Jesus Christ Is Sovereign Over Breast Cancer - by Sarah M. Bosse

Jesus Christ Is Sovereign Over Breast Cancer - by Sarah M. Bosse

What this woman said has been rolling around in my brain for a few weeks now (it’s only been two weeks but it already feels like several months since that phone call).   As I thought about her words, I created the picture posted here with word art and breast cancer awareness ribbons.  She spoke such a simple exhortation, but it really affected me and encouraged me to “look up and see [my] Savior raised”. He has triumphed over the grave and holds the keys of life and death.

John 1:1-5a

1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 The same was in the beginning with God. 3 All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. 4 In him was life; and the life was the light of men. 5 And the light shineth in darkness….

Please join me in praying for my Mom.  Mom has confessed and believes in God’s sovereignty over her cancer.  At times like this, when life gets hard and gritty, the perfect pairing of God’s sovereignty with His love constitutes the balm that soothes the aching soul.  Pray for God’s closeness during this season and for His mercy during surgery, chemotherapy, and healing.  I am praying that God will strengthen Mom so that she is a strong witness to the awesome power of God working through our weaknesses and that many people will see a living sacrifice of a life well-lived for God and respond in praise to Him for all that He has done.

My family thanks you for your prayers.

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Sarah M. Bosse

January 9, 2010

Groaning With Creation, Replaced By A Fulfilled But Continued Longing

Posted in Devotionals, Poetry tagged , , , , , , , , , at 11:15 pm by Sarah Bosse

One day, we’ll get to trade in our Yugo’s (bodies) for Mercedes, our Tears for Laughter, our Pain for Freedom, our Sadness for Rejoicing, our Yearning for Fulfillment, our Faith for Sight, and our Wordly Experiences for a Fuller and Clearer View of God.

When I feel such frustration with the world, which I think is a bit of that groaning with creation, waiting for the finishing work of God’s salvation to be complete and the saints to be with Him….I am driven ever more to love God and desire to be in His presence now and for all of eternity. His gifts are always good, but He Himself is Chief of All, Treasure above all treasures, more desirable than any thing that I had ever considered desirable, to the point that all I thought gain is loss and less than nothing compared with Christ – my All! I am eager for that day when, in heaven, we will do what our glorified souls long to do most – give God the glory for the great things He has done. Would God not smile as He saw our rapturous joy in Him and our thankfulness for the way in which He worked out our salvation!

I can see God being wonderfully glad; so glad that His infectious joy rushes into my heart directly from His overflowing gladness. He’s glad in Himself. He’s self-sufficient, and rightly so, and He glories in the masterpiece of His wise plans and their fulfillment. My joy is caught up into His joy; they nevermore shall be separated. I am in Christ and Christ is in me, for eternity!

My heart beats with a single melody of praise to God, one thought at a time, so engulfing, full, rich, and deep, each thought, that more than one thought about God cannot be entertained in any given moment. “Closer, Closer my God to thee!” my heart sings! I want to be closer at every moment, and at every moment I am drawn closer still, and yet closer still I long to be. The longing is refreshing and satisfying, worshipful in itself; a reminder that I am no longer separated, and evidence of the unfathomable depths of God. The longing is fulfilled, not as the longing we currently experience for God’s works to be accomplished. But the longing continues in a new vein because it searches the depths of God and finds more goodness, mercy, grace, justice, and love for each search it undertakes. In being convinced that there is always more of God to be known, this longing persists to know more of God forever. In seeking and finding, seeking and finding, seeking and finding, God proves to be the stream of Living Water that causes us to no longer thirst, but to rejoice as our thirst is continually satisfied in such a way that we desire to never stop drinking deeper. Can we swim in the grace of God? It is larger than an ocean! And therefore God gives us the endurance to walk and not grow weary, to run and not faint, to seek Him with every fiber of our being and never exhaust in the exploration of Himself.

The Second Great Exchange

For now, I long
for that moment whereupon
my lips shall profess before His throne
that “it was the work of Christ
and Christ alone
that saved this wretched soul
from the hell it owes.”

My Lord shall look upon this bowed form
and say “My child, this cross for you I’ve borne
to set you free from slavery
and make you Mine indeed.
Come now into your Master’s glory
and forever proclaim the wondrous story
of all Christ is for you.”

Tears of joy, reverence, and amazement
will wash my face afresh
and erase the years of anguish,
the tears of pain and regret.

There at that threshold
God will unveil the second Great Exchange
As He replaces the sinful and broken things
With what I’m given in Christ’s name.

Christ’s body was for me broken,
lashed and beaten and torn;
my bruised body is restored
and by His stripes is reborn.

He suffered Himself to stay on that cross,
when He could have been free with just the toss
of a thought.
His slavery sets me free.

He was rejected by the Father,
though His only heir;
I’m adopted by His grace
and held in my Father’s care.

He was despised and rejected,
looked down upon by the men thought wise,
that I, a foolish one,
might know God – the finishing prize.

By the drops of blood He sweat
in Gethsemane,
my sadness is replaced with rejoicing
in the sweetness of His mercy.

Because of His death and resurrection,
His promises come to life
and what I once believed by faith
now I can see by sight.

All my worldly experiences,
hard to understand,
yield to the fuller picture
of God’s great Master Plan.

Sarah M. Bosse 1.09.10 11:15pm

October 26, 2009

He Uses Broken Things

Posted in Devotionals, Disability, Hymns / Songs / Lyrics, Poetry tagged , , , , , , , , , , , at 10:39 am by Sarah Bosse

I wrote this poem today. It’s half-poem, half-song. I enjoy singing it full heartedly. The point is hopefully simple and clear. God uses broken things and redeems them. Doing so is very much a part of who He is and a reflection of His character and attributes.

He Uses Broken Things

He told the paralized man to take up his bed and walk
He uses the paralized and makes them to leap and run
He is the All-Powerful One

He told the storm to be still and a stiller stillness was never known
He uses the storms in our souls to increase our dependence and faith
He is the Ruler of Everything

He told the fever to depart; Peter’s mother-in-law rose to do her part
He uses the sick to show His compassion and healing
He is the Great Physician

He took splintered wood from trees and formed it into useful things
He uses what is and makes it what it was not, for His glory
He is the Craftsman of Galilee

He chose the weak to make known His matchless, sufficient grace
He uses human weakness to make His power more fully known
He is Our Help And Strength

He loved the sacrifice of an alabaster box and feet washed with tears and locks
He uses the broken dreams to show the value of the Christ and everlasting life
He is the Redeemer

He allowed Lazarus to die and wept bitterly, but brought him back to life for his family to see
He uses the dead to proclaim that He is the only source of life and breath
He is the Life-Giver

He gave Paul a thorn in the flesh to keep him humble before God
He uses thorns in our lives to keep our focus up above
He is the One Who Bore The Nails and Thorns

He answered the thief upon the cross, “Today you will join me in paradise”
He uses the plans of Satan to accomplish His own purposes
He is the One Who Died In Love

He is the All-Powerful One
The Ruler of Everything
The Great Physician
The Craftsman of Galilee
He is Our Help And Strength
He is The Redeemer
The Life-Giver
The One Who Bore The Nails and Thorns on the Cross
And the One Who Died In Love

He uses the storms, the thorns, the sick, the weak
He takes what is nothing and makes it beautiful
He uses broken dreams to redeem
He takes away death and brings new life

Let us rejoice in the character of God
For He has been faithful in all that He has done
Let us reach out in dependence and faith
Let us sing to Him our praise

He is the All-Powerful One
The Ruler of Everything
The Great Physician
The Craftsman of Galilee
He is Our Help And Strength
He is The Redeemer
The Life-Giver
The One Who Bore The Nails and Thorns on the Cross
And the One Who Died In Love
The One Who Died In Love

Copyright Sarah M. Bosse 10/26/2009

October 15, 2009

Logan, the Sky Angel Cowboy…and God’s Sacrifice

Posted in Devotionals, Poetry tagged , , , , , , , , , , , at 1:57 pm by Sarah Bosse

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Running with the same theme from earlier today, this is yet another reminder that God’s love is so great that He gave His only begotten Son so that we might believe and live.

John 3:1-21 Now there was a man of the Pharisees named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews. This man came to Jesus by night and said to him, “Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher come from God, for no one can do these signs that you do unless God is with him.” Jesus answered him, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God.” Nicodemus said to him, “How can a man be born when he is old? Can he enter a second time into his mother’s womb and be born?” Jesus answered, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter the kingdom of God. That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. Do not marvel that I said to you, ‘You must be born again.’ The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.”

Nicodemus said to him, “How can these things be?” Jesus answered him, “Are you the teacher of Israel and yet you do not understand these things? Truly, truly, I say to you, we speak of what we know, and bear witness to what we have seen, but you do not receive our testimony. If I have told you earthly things and you do not believe, how can you believe if I tell you heavenly things? No one has ascended into heaven except he who descended from heaven, the Son of Man. And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of Man be lifted up, that whoever believes in him may have eternal life.

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only Son of God. And this is the judgment: the light has come into the world, and people loved the darkness rather than the light because their works were evil. For everyone who does wicked things hates the light and does not come to the light, lest his works should be exposed. But whoever does what is true comes to the light, so that it may be clearly seen that his works have been carried out in God.”

Come to God with your sinfulness – He knows what you’ve done, and that’s why He died.

The Compassion of the Lord
Isaiah 55:1 “Come, everyone who thirsts,
come to the waters;
and he who has no money,
come, buy and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk
without money and without price.
2 Why do you spend your money for that which is not bread,
and your labor for that which does not satisfy?
Listen diligently to me, and eat what is good,
and delight yourselves in rich food.
3 Incline your ear, and come to me;
hear, that your soul may live;
and I will make with you an everlasting covenant,
my steadfast, sure love for David.

6 “Seek the Lord while he may be found;
call upon him while he is near;
7 let the wicked forsake his way,
and the unrighteous man his thoughts;
let him return to the Lord, that he may have compassion on him,
and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.
8 For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.
9 For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.

This is the same message that Jesus was telling Nicodemus – God’s ways cannot be understood by our limited human reasoning. I wonder if Jesus also spoke similar words to Nicodemus as Paul spoke in 1 Cor 1:17-31. Especially 1 Corinthians 1:18-21 “For the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. 19 For it is written,

“I will destroy the wisdom of the wise,
and the discernment of the discerning I will thwart.”

20 Where is the one who is wise? Where is the scribe? Where is the debater of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world? 21 For since, in the wisdom of God, the world did not know God through wisdom, it pleased God through the folly of what we preach to save those who believe.”

See the compassion in God’s words in Isaiah 55:6-7? God is pleading for His people. He is calling for repentance and takes no pleasure in the death of the wicked (and we are all wicked). See Ezekiel 18:23-24, Ezekiel 18:30-32, Ezekiel 33:11 for additional proof.

This mortal life you may lose,
but Eternal life you will gain
as you accept His offer and receive the seed
that will become the grain
to feed your hungry soul.

Sarah M. Bosse

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