First United Pentecostal Church, Ravenswood

 

Pastor David Johnston

 

Praise ye the LORD. Praise God in his sanctuary: ...  

Psalms 150:1 (KJV)

 

Our Mission: Growth,  Spiritually - Individually - Numerically
Our Purpose: To be an end-time Apostolic Church in Passion, Purpose and Practice

 

We have a variety of ministries to meet every person's need, ministries to aid in the building of families and the changing of lives.  We believe God has promised an outpouring of His Spirit in the last days.  We invite you to come see for yourself what God is still doing today, for He still heals, saves, and has a profound impact on people's lives.

We love to praise and worship God.  If you are tired of the same old thing, please, "Come Join Us!"

 

"Live in such a way that those who know you but don't know God,

 will come to know God, because they know you"

 

Tremble and do not sin; when you are on your beds, search your hearts and be silent. — Psalm 4:4 (NIV)

 

"A Word for the Journey"

 

    Her Hands

    Mon, May 15, 2017

    © Maggie Pittman

    Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
    Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
    Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
    Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

    Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
    Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn’t always show.
    Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
    Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

    Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm’s way.
    Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
    Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
    Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.

    Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
    Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
    Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
    Her hands are the reason I am me.

     

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