هل يمكن ان يتوب ابليس؟ فى هذا الفيلم الاجابةعن هذا السؤال

 Thoughts in the service of the Lord Jesus

These are my thoughts in the field of your service, my lord

 Thoughts in the service of the Lord Jesus

When you sent me from a very young age, I was still without a bag or a purse, and you found me in your field and in your vineyard, giving me a sickle for the harvest, but I am not a reaper. He whispered in my ear and said, “I will hold your right hand to reap.”

He said to me, Speak. I said with Moses, I speak to God, I am heavy in mouth and tongue. He said, “I will be, so what is yours?” When you open your mouth and hold my tongue, he sings and utters words that I no longer believe.

He told me to go to the needy to their homes. My feet also became heavy and I said my bones are dry, my lord, and I am no longer able to move like yesterday and before yesterday. He said, “Get up and walk.” I nodded and remembered that He is the Lord of the Resurrection. With a breath, I revived all these bones, so I rose and set out as he commanded me. There is no pain in my bones, and my youth is renewed like an eagle in your field, my lord.

I learned again that I am in his palm.

He told me he spoke with my words and the verses of my book. I said, but my memory has weakened and my eyes are tired of reading. He said, “Speak and do not be afraid. I will light my eyes and find me speaking with his words without reading from the book, as it has renewed my brain cells.”

He said to me, “Stretch out your hand and help the sick.” I told him, “How is it for the weak of the body to carry the elderly?” He said, “Stretch out your hand and serve, and I will lift the burdens.” So I lifted, and it was nothing. Whisper my heart in my ear as Jeremiah whispered, Do not say that I am born.

I knew that while I was going to his house and to serve his house, it was not my feet that carried me, but you, my master.

And while I was carrying supplies for his service, food for the hungry, or clothing for the naked, or a word of consolation for the sad, but you comforted me with him and fed me of your bounties with him, supporting my feet and holding my hands. From the feelings and goodness of your heart, I am not, but your grace that works in me and with me, and because all things are subject to you and your authority alone.

And I sang and said, Saul, who let him speak, proclaim your name by faith, and the sinful Samaritan greets and announces the good news of Jesus Christ.

Your name is the greatest of my master's name, so my tongue cried out when I knew that work is your business and we are just two workers with you, sir. You did not need my servitude, but I needed your lordship.

O you who serve you angels and fall down and prostrate before you the archangels, am I really weak and undeserving to serve you, so I cried, I praise you, I bless you, you are the holy one worthy of all honor and authority.

Sir, you do not need my service, but you give me dignity and raise the poor from the dust and the miserable from the dunghill, to make him sit with the leaders of your people.

To you all the greatness and thanks that you allowed a weak, miserable wretch like me to serve you in prostration and honor, my lord, your poor servant Isaac. These are my thoughts in the field of your service, my lord.

When you sent me from a very young age, I was still without a bag or a purse, and you found me in your field and in your vineyard, giving me a sickle for the harvest, but I am not a reaper. He whispered in my ear and said, “I will hold your right hand to reap.”

He said to me, Speak. I said with Moses, I speak to God, I am heavy in mouth and tongue. He said, “I will be, so what is yours?” When you open your mouth and hold my tongue, he sings and utters words that I no longer believe.

He told me to go to the needy to their homes. My feet also became heavy and I said my bones are dry, my lord, and I am no longer able to move like yesterday and before yesterday. He said, “Get up and walk.” I nodded and remembered that He is the Lord of the Resurrection. With a breath, I revived all these bones, so I rose and set out as he commanded me. There is no pain in my bones, and my youth is renewed like an eagle in your field, my lord.

I learned again that I am in his palm.

He told me he spoke with my words and the verses of my book. I said, but my memory has weakened and my eyes are tired of reading. He said, “Speak and do not be afraid. I will light my eyes and find me speaking with his words without reading from the book, as it has renewed my brain cells.”

He said to me, “Stretch out your hand and help the sick.” I told him, “How is it for the weak of the body to carry the elderly?” He said, “Stretch out your hand and serve, and I will lift the burdens.” So I lifted, and it was nothing. Whisper my heart in my ear, as I whispered to Jeremiah, Do not say that I am born.

I knew that while I was going to his house and to serve his house, it was not my feet that carried me, but you, my master.

And while I was carrying supplies for his service, food for the hungry, or clothing for the naked, or a word of consolation for the sad, but you comforted me with him and fed me of your bounties with him, supporting my feet and holding my hands. From the feelings and goodness of your heart, I am not, but your grace that works in me and with me, and because all things are subject to you and your authority alone.

And I sang and said, Saul, who let him speak, proclaim your name by faith, and the sinful Samaritan greets and announces the good news of Jesus Christ.

Your name is the greatest of my master's name, so my tongue cried out when I knew that work is your business and we are just two workers with you, sir. You did not need my servitude, but I needed your lordship.

O you who serve you angels and fall down and prostrate before you the archangels, am I really weak and undeserving to serve you, so I cried, I praise you, I bless you, you are the holy one worthy of all honor and authority.

Sir, you do not need my service, but you give me dignity and raise the poor from the dust and the miserable from the dunghill, to make him sit with the leaders of your people.

To you all the greatness and thanks that you allowed a weak, miserable wretch like me to serve you in prostration and honor, my lord, your poor servant Isaac. These are my thoughts in the field of your service, my lord.

When you sent me from a very young age, I was still without a bag or a purse, and you found me in your field and in your vineyard, giving me a sickle for the harvest, but I am not a reaper. He whispered in my ear and said, “I will hold your right hand to reap.”

He said to me, Speak. I said with Moses, I speak to God, I am heavy in mouth and tongue. He said, “I will be, so what is yours?” When you open your mouth and hold my tongue, he sings and utters words that I no longer believe.

He told me to go to the needy to their homes. My feet also became heavy and I said my bones are dry, my lord, and I am no longer able to move like yesterday and before yesterday. He said, “Get up and walk.” I nodded and remembered that He is the Lord of the Resurrection. With a breath, I revived all these bones, so I rose and set out as he commanded me. There is no pain in my bones, and my youth is renewed like an eagle in your field, my lord.

I learned again that I am in his palm.

He told me he spoke with my words and the verses of my book. I said, but my memory has weakened and my eyes are tired of reading. He said, “Speak and do not be afraid. I will light my eyes and find me speaking with his words without reading from the book, as it has renewed my brain cells.”

He said to me, “Stretch out your hand and help the sick.” I told him, “How is it for the weak of the body to carry the elderly?” He said, “Stretch out your hand and serve, and I will lift the burdens.” So I lifted, and it was nothing. Whisper my heart in my ear, as I whispered to Jeremiah, Do not say that I am born.

I knew that while I was going to his house and to serve his house, it was not my feet that carried me, but you, my master.

And while I was carrying supplies for his service, food for the hungry, or clothing for the naked, or a word of consolation for the sad, but you comforted me with him and fed me of your bounties with him, supporting my feet and holding my hands. From the feelings and goodness of your heart, I am not, but your grace that works in me and with me, and because all things are subject to you and your authority alone.

And I sang and said, Saul, who let him speak, proclaim your name by faith, and the sinful Samaritan greets and announces the good news of Jesus Christ.

Your name is the greatest of my master's name, so my tongue cried out when I knew that work is your business and we are just two workers with you, sir. You did not need my servitude, but I needed your lordship.

O you who serve you angels and fall down and prostrate before you the archangels, am I really weak and undeserving to serve you, so I cried, I praise you, I bless you, you are the holy one worthy of all honor and authority.

Sir, you do not need my service, but you give me dignity and raise the poor from the dust and the miserable from the dunghill, to make him sit with the leaders of your people.

To you all the greatness and thanks that you allowed a weak and miserable wretch like me to serve you prostration and honor, my master, your poor servant...

 Isaac Youssef Farag