"He is able & higher than the mountains that I face"

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Recently I saw a single gray hair on two separate people. I thought, wow, time passes and they were getting older as I certain am. Reading I gained some encouragement and realized God is able, still on the throne, and faithful in every season we face.

"For the Lord is

He is able, He is faithful

Higher than the mountains that I face

Every season, I will press on

For God alone, is on the throne"

“.. leave your declining years to him, and give your present years to him. Live to him now, and he will never cast you away when you are old.(Charles Spurgeon))

“He knows what it is to have a feeling of our infirmities, that he promises, and he is truth as well as love, that they who wait on him shall renew their strength!”
(Wilberforce)

“Even when you are old, I ·will be the same [am he]. Even when your hair has turned gray, I will ·take care of [sustain; carry] you. I made you and will carry you. I will ·take care of [sustain; carry] and ·save [rescue] you.
Isaiah 46:4 (EXB)


On The Throne (feat. Kari Jobe)

I will walk through the fire
Walk through the darkest night
I will walk through the flood
I won't be overcome, I won't be overcome
I will walk through the trial
Walk through the valley of fear
I will walk through the storm
I won't be overcome, I won't be overcome
For the Lord is
He is able, He is faithful
Higher than the mountains that I face
Every season, I will press on
For God alone, is on the throne
I will walk in Your promise
Walk in Your victory
I will walk in Your power
I won't be overcome, I won't be overcome
For the Lord is
He is able, He is faithful
Higher than the mountains that I face
Every season, I will press on
For God alone, is on the throne
Glorious, victorious
Sovereign over all
On the throne
Infinite, magnificent
Reigning over all
On the throne
Glorious, victorious
Sovereign over all
On the throne
Infinite, magnificent
Reigning over all
You're in control
You're in
On the throne
You're reigning
You're reigning
Songwriters: Jon Egan / Jason Ingram / Kari Jobe
On The Throne lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Essential Music Publishing, Capitol Christian Music Group

"countless number of sails moving off to the mighty ocean.."

“At times I would rise up, a flash of energetic freedom would dart through my soul, accompanied with a faint beam of hope that flickered for a moment, and then vanished. I sank down again, mourning over my wretched condition.
....My sufferings, as I remember them now, seem like a dream rather than a stern reality.
  Our house stood within a few rods of the Chesapeake bay, whose broad bosom was ever white with sails from every quarter of the habitable globe. Those beautiful vessels, robed in white, and so delightful to the eyes of freemen, were to me so many shrouded ghosts, to terrify and torment me with thoughts of my wretched condition. I have often, in the deep stillness of a summer’s Sabbath, stood all alone upon the banks of that noble bay, and traced, with saddened heart and tearful eye, the countless number of sails moving off to the mighty ocean. The sight of these always affected me powerfully. My thoughts would compel utterance; and there, with no audience but the Almighty, I would pour out my soul’s complaint in my rude way with an apostrophe to the moving multitude of ships.
  “You are loosed from your moorings and free. I am fast in my chains and am a slave! You move merrily before the gentle gale, and I sadly before the bloody whip. You are freedom’s swift-winged angels, that fly around the world; I am confined in bonds of a iron. O, that I were free! O, that I were on one of your gallant decks, and under your protecting wing! Alas! betwixt me and you the turbid waters roll. Go on, go on; O, that I could also go! Could I but swim! If I could fly! O, why was I born a man, of whom to make a brute! The glad ship is gone: she hides in the dim distance. I am left in the hell of unending slavery. O, God, save me! God, deliver me! Let me be free!—Is there any God? Why am I a slave? Meanwhile I will try to bear the yoke. It may be that my misery in slavery will only increase my happiness when I get free. There is a better day coming.”
- Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave written by Himself

The Bitterest Dregs By Frederick Douglass (c. 1818–1895)