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Happy New Year! May you sow wisely (in deeds, spiritual fruits, personal growth) in 2023 and harvest the fruit of your labour in a timely manner, according to the power of Jesus Christ our Lord and Saviour that works in us.

In a world which is losing a piece of its humanity every day the love of many have grown cold even to us as Christians. May we remember to return to our first love and ask ourselves the important question- why do we really do what we do🙏

Enjoy reading "Love.. above all"
a poem by Milia Khoury

https://miliakh.wixsite.com/oilofjoy/post/love-above-all

Love.. above all On the light of 1 Cornthians 13: If I speak in tongues of men and of angels If I have faith which can move mountains Yet have no love.. I am nothing. If attentively I listen If wisely I advise And boldly I preach In authority and power I pray If my words cut deep like an arrow And greatly influence....

New poem by Milia Khoury
"Lives Up There"

My heart is cultivated in heaven
My heart lives up there
Beside the streams of your goodness
Like a tree of life
Established by your love
Sustained by your truth
Rooted in the ground of your word

My heart is cultivated in heaven
My heart lives up there
Seeking after the kingdom
Desiring to fulfill your will
Being transformed with each new morning
to become more like your marvelous image

My heart is cultivated in heaven
My heart lives up there
It meditates upon your promises
And holds fast to your word
Though it may linger
My soul anticipates quietly
For what I know of harvest
is that it’s worth my patience
Since he who promised is faithful
He keeps watch over his word
Until he brings it to completion.

My heart is cultivated in heaven
My heart lives up there
The closer it draws near your fountains
The more it tastes of your goodness
The more it abides in your presence
The more its satisfied in great abundance

My heart is cultivated in heaven
My heart lives up there!
Enlightened by your truth
Rejoicing in your presence
Living in eternity from now
It longs for a better homeland
A heavenly tabernacle made by the almighty
for those he loves

Yeah my heart is cultivated in heaven
my heart lives up there,
Trapped by space and time
Under the law of gravity
In a sinful mortal body
Yet it watches carefully for your salvation,
Longs for the great reunion
And eagerly awaits to be called back home..

Mk

Lives Up There My heart is cultivated in heaven My heart lives up there Beside the streams of your goodness Like a tree of life Established by your love Sustained by your truth Rooted in the ground of your word My heart is cultivated in heaven My heart lives up there Seeking after the kingdom Desiring to fulfill y...

Check out the latest poem written by Milia Khoury!! :)

Above the clouds
Above the chaos
I see your face
Reflecting the sun
Loving the earth
Calling a child back home.
Above the clouds
Above the chaos
I see you cry in the blue
The earth wears her green
All creation rejoice
With every drop
With every tear
Of the tears of heaven
Above the clouds
Above the chaos
I see your heart white as snow
Your voice whispers with love
To a tiny little creature
Down below
Reaching out to his wretched soul
Struggling with his stubborn heart
"Child, my child come back home"
Above the clouds
Above the chaos
My child I see you,
My child I care,
Call on me and you'll find me there
In the midst of your chaos
In the midst of your despair
Be certain that
You are loved beyond measure
And precious beyond compare.
Mk

Above the clouds Above the clouds Above the chaos I see your face Reflecting the sun Loving the earth Calling a child back home. Above the clouds Above the chaos I see you cry in the blue The earth wears her green All creation rejoice With every drop With every tear Of the tears of heaven Above the clouds Above the....

Great poem written by Milia Khoury for Easter.
Christ is Risen!

If the story has ended at the cross..
We would have been the most pitiable of all..
If the story has ended in Calvary
Our faith is in vain.
If it has ended at the cross
Where a mother cried over her son
Where a disciple witnessed the murder of his beloved master
Where agony, anguish and darkness had ruled the scene
Our hope would have been lost..
But no..
The story doesn’t end on the hill of suffering
Our story doesn’t end in tears..
On the third day a great light had sprung up
The King of Kings had risen from the grave!!
Weeping may endure for the night
But joy comes in the morning!
For as Jonah was three days and three nights in the whale's belly; so was the Son of man three days and three nights in the heart of the earth.
God crushed his Son's temple for our sake
But brought him back to life in great glory and power!!
Oh death where is your sting,
Oh grave where is you power?!
You cant hold his body down
The King has silenced you forever..
You have no dominion over us no more
For Christ has disarmed you!
And just as he is risen, we will rise too.
And on that day when we reuite on the clouds Those who departed in the flesh
Are going to be awakened back to life
On hearing the sound of his voice.
My King is the resurrection and the life,
Whoever believes in him though he may die,
he shall live and his body shall rise again!
Oh Shout for joy all ye nations!
Make a loud shout of joy!
Let the whole earth rejoice!
The King of Kings is Risen!!!
Our hope is found in him
Our joy is made perfect in him
No one can steal it away!
Oh ye enemies of my Lord
Oppressors of my beloved
Take a look at the empty tomb
Take a look at the white linen
Declaring victory by the blood on this glorious day!
With thousands of angels we sing
Worthy is the lamb who was slain,
The Lion of Judah,
the root of David has triumphed!
He is seated on the right hand of God.
All glory and honor, dominion and power to you my King!

MK

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Great poem written by Milia Khoury called "Revive Us" !

"The hand of the Lord came upon me and brought me out in the Spirit of the Lord and set me down in the midst of the valley; and it was full of bones. Then He caused me to pass by them all around, and behold, there were very many in the open valley and indeed they were very dry. And He said to me, “Son of man, can these bones live?” So I answered, “O Lord God , You know.” Again He said to me, “Prophesy to these bones, and say to them, ‘O dry bones, hear the word of the Lord ! Thus says the Lord God to these bones: “Surely I will cause breath to enter into you, and you shall live. I will put sinews on you and bring flesh upon you, cover you with skin and put breath in you; and you shall live. Then you shall know that I am the Lord ” (Ezekiel 37: 1-6)

From self centeredness

From arrogannce and vanity

From self- seeking and self- serving

Revive us again

From backsliding

From laziness and indolence

From spiritual regression

Revive us again

From ungodliness

From impurity

From dishonoring your temple, our bodies

From abusing your grace

Revive us again

From abandoning your law

And drifting away from your ways

From digging broken cisterns which cannot hold water

From deluding ourselves that our thirst will be satisfied.

From being killed by that which entertains us

From being poisoned by what we feed our minds on

Revive us again.

From holding back your truth by feeding on a lie

From running after the flesh seeking after its desires

From undestimating the nature of the most high God we worship

From losing the fear of whom we serve.

Revive us again.

From revolving around ourselves

Caring less about each others needs

From being insensitive towards the pain of our bretheren

From shutting our ears from the cry of our friends

Revive us again

From the lack of empathy

From becoming cold and sensless

From forsaking our first love

From gossiping and envy

Revive us again

From reducing Christianity to a mere set of rules we must follow

From all the misconceptions and lies we hold unto

From our ignorance and foolishness

Revive us again.

From drifting towards compromise

And calling it tolerance

From drifting towards disobedience

And convincing ourselves that we have been liberated.

Revive us again.

From worshiping you with our tongues while crucifying you with our deeds

From singing you songs of praise on Sundays while denying you by our daily fruitless speeches

From preaching on your word without living on your word, deceiving ourselves.

Revive us again

From engaging in foolish talks

Aiming to win an argument

From bringing others down so we might lift ourselves up

From becoming stumbling blocks in the way of fragile souls

Revive us again.

From pursuing meaninglessness

From chasing after the wind

From indulging in sin

From being enslaved by sin

Crushed and damaged under the yoke of its bo***ge

Revive us again.

From loving the world and standing as enemies to God

From embracing its doctrine

From conforming to its patterns

From running by its corrupt culture

From worshiping you along with other gods

Oh Lord we repent,

Revive us again,

Our souls cling to the dust revive us according to your word!

Bring our hearts back to the place where it belongs!

The word you speak doesnt return to you empty.

Send out a word

To cover us with flesh

To cover up our nakedness, our shame.

Remove the heart of stone

And grant us a heart of flesh,

For all have sinned and fall short from your glory

And yet you eaglry await to embrace us into your loving arms,

Oh how you long for us

How you long to restore the broken and replant the desolate land.

"The Son of man came to seek that which has been lost", to call sinners unto repentance.

Yea, your love exceeds all boundaries,

Revive us unto thyself.

Revive us again.

MK

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Revive Us "The hand of the Lord came upon me and brought me out in the Spirit of the Lord and set me down in the midst of the valley; and it was full of bones. Then He caused me to pass by them all around, and behold, there were very many in the open valley and indeed they were very dry. And He said to me, .....

Another great poem by Milia Khoury! :)

Wake You Up
"And there arose a great storm of wind, and the waves beat into the ship, so that it was now full. And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow: and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish?!

And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.

And he said unto them, Why are ye so fearful? how is it that ye have no faith?!" (Mark 4: 37-41)

Let my faith wake you up, not my fears!

Let my faith wake you up, not my trembling heart!

Let my faith wake you up, not my insecurities and doubts.

Hide not thy truth from me

Remind me of him who sleepeth in my ship

Remind me of his power

Remind me of his might

Remind me of his love

He who woke up at once on hearing the shaky voices of his children crying unto him Lord save us!

He who created the ear, does he not hear?

He who created the eye does he not see?

Oh Lord may my faith wake you up,

To approach you in confidence, surrender and full trust.

Open the eyes of my heart to see reality the way you see it. Teach me to view it through the lens of your heart so I may lay down my fears and rest in your presence.

Create in me

Eyes which see the dead as only sleeping,

Eyes which see the disease as only a tool, a bridge to draw my heart closer to yours,

Eyes which see a body made whole just by a touch of the almighty like the bleeding woman.

Eyes which see the promise of God coming to pass beforehand like Hanna.

Eyes which see the mountain filled with troops and chariots of fire ready to fight, like Elisha

Eyes which see God's deliverance from all danger like Paul.

Eyes which see thy beautiful face and the heavens open like your beloved Steven before he was stoned.

Yes the eyes of Faith!

Which see a much greater reality!

The eyes of faith which can boldly declare-

They that be with us are more than they that be with them!

Though the storm rages, the waves and violent wind hit our ship from every side, the Lord is in our midst, a word from him can silence the raging sea and carry his children to safety!

So at the last hour of the night

When all hopes are lost

And every power consumed

Do keep my eyes above the waters

I wanna soar beyond what is seen, touched, and felt.

Lift up my eyes so I may lay down beside you in the ship, being certain of the fact that him who sleepeth cares for me!

He keeps me as the apple of his eye,

Under the shadow of his wings I am secure!

MK

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Wake You Up "And there arose a great storm of wind, and the waves beat into the ship, so that it was now full. And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow: and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish?! And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea,....

Another great poem written by Milia Khoury !

They Prayed

They prayed until reality was changed!

They prayed until the ears of the deaf were open to hear

They prayed until callous hearts were open to understand

They prayed until hungry souls were fed by the word

They prayed until the prodigal came home

They prayed until the barren gave birth

They prayed until a mother's tears dried up

They prayed until the broken got restored

They prayed until wounds stopped bleeding

They prayed until songs of joy were finally heard!

They prayed until they were capable to love one another more than they loved themselves

They prayed until they were transformed with each new day into the image of Jesus Christ their Savior

They prayed until his fragrance was upon them and preceded them wherever they went

They prayed until they made him known by their behavior and actions before their words!

They prayed until the cry of the desperate was heard, until from the depth of the earth they were risen again

They prayed until a word of healing was sent forth on his wings

They prayed until the poor was lifted up from dust to dine at the table of princes,

They prayed until he was greatly compensated for all the years which the locust had eaten!

They prayed until Jericho's walls came crashing down

They prayed until the unmovable was moved, until the unbreakable was broken.

They prayed until their giants got defeated

They prayed until hidden schemes were uncovered

They prayed until they exposed the kingdom of darkness by the light of the truth!

They prayed until the devil was brought down to his knees!

They prayed and never ceased to pray, for they have found great power in prayer to experience what's beyond comprehension and speak of the things they are yet to see..

And so they prayed.. and continued to pray

Until they conquered by the blood of the lamb!

MK

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Blog | Oil Of Joy "May the thoughts of your heart be made manifest through the pen of my hand oh Lord, to bring water for the thirsty, much encouragement to your holy nation, to speak the truth in love and win back the lost by the power of your word!

Enjoy this beautiful poem written by Milia Khoury
You can follow her blog using this link: https://miliakh.wixsite.com/oilofjoy where she posts her new poems :)

Build my home in your garden
Plant my seed in your land
Keep me close to the waters
Spare my life from the sinking sand

Far away from the people
Far away from the crowd
Take me back to your presence
where true joy can only be found

Take me back to the beginning
Take me back to the start
To the simple, to the innocent
to the golden noble heart

Oh that beautiful little girl
and the sparkle in her eye
whenever she looked to heaven
overjoyed to be in the presence of the most high!

"What are you looking at" they asked
"Can't you see" she replied
The beauty of a king sitting upon a throne
Surely he's coming back for his bride!

Clothed in honor and righteousness
with great compassion
he looks down from above
To all his creation
to whom he has paid his son's life
out of sincere and genuine love

There is no greater love than this
to put yourself in a place of another
"What are these wounds in your hands?"
-These I got in the house of my brother

The precious blood of the lamb
was poured to the ground for my sake
The precious blood of the lamb
generously covers my every mistake

He came to rebuild and restore
that which has been broken
He came to fulfill and complete
the prophecies which were spoken

He came to save the lost,
recover sight for the blind
and speak healing over the land
To declare freedom
and deliver the captives
with a strong and mighty hand!

As long as I live
I will surely proclaim
the faithfulness of my loving father
the one who has called me by name
As long as I live
I will point to above
My fears have been silenced
not by might,
but by His perfect love.

Milia Khoury

We want to wish everyone a blessed New Year !!

Enjoy the poem written by Milia Khoury :)

I lay down at night and meditate on the works of your hands, think about all the adventures we went on together this year! As a father carries his daughter, so you have carried me!
To the one who has never failed nor forsaken, who has been there for guidance, comfort and strength!
To the faithful hand which led the way and satisfied with great abundance!
To the one who trains my fingers for battles and my knees to bow down and fight in prayer!
To the one who taught me how to seek his will before mine and fully submit to it in the midst of uncertainties!
To my truly faithful God who parts up mountains and splits up seas, who walks before his children in truth and makes their eyes witness of great unspeakable things! To you Jesus my king I give all honour, glory and praise!
you have crowned 2021 with your goodness, And your paths drip with abundance!