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Ever see a poem “- Selected”? Did its author feel neglected? Good publishers all, of course, Always show the correct source, Responsibility reflecting.   But if some printer has refused, Really, why make him feel abused Yield to his unkind “Edit.” Allow failure for “credit.” (Notice above the First Letters used.) J – eab, 11/29/05 [...]

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There’s a crowd gathering on another shore, The group’s grower larger every day. They are gathering in from all directions, Yet all came there by God’s narrow way.   That crowd had skins of different shades, Spoke languages to each other quite unknown, But they are connected by one Royal Blood, For Christ firmly owns [...]

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“Alas! and Did My Savior Bleed?”  (stanzas 1,3,5)   Alas! and did my Savior bleed And did my Sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? Refrain At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, And the burden of my heart rolled away, It was there [...]

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Let a big drift so softly sift Its way between the streets. Let rain come down, all over town, In blowing, whited sheets. Let sleet and hail not one time fail To come when they desired. Why so adjure the weather? I’m a postman that’s retired. [1]   May Dobermans make lanes their runs And [...]

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Thank you God for ten fingers, and my running toes, Thank you for my two big ears and my runny nose. Thank you for the hair on my head, And for sentences my eyes have read, Thanks for the words my tongue just said, And thank You for my tummy–well fed.   Thank you for [...]

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Ole Achan saw, coveted, took; Became a bad name in the good Book. Coveting is against God’s law, Though the sin was not that he saw. Watch – Do not take that second look.  –eab, 11/20/05   Written in eastern Ontario (Frontenac County) while pastoring with the Pilgrims.

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“Faith Is the Victory”   (stanza 1)    Encamped along the hills of light, Ye Christian soldiers, rise. And press the battle ere the night Shall veil the glowing skies. Against the foe in vales below Let all our strength be hurled. Faith is the victory, we know, That overcomes the world.   John Henry Yates [...]

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“Praise Him! Praise Him!”   (stanza 2) Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessèd Redeemer! For our sins He suffered, and bled, and died. He our Rock, our hope of eternal salvation, Hail Him! hail Him! Jesus the Crucified. Sound His praises! Jesus who bore our sorrows, Love unbounded, wonderful, deep and strong. Francis Jane Crosby [...]

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He went into the temple Where you’d think one could look up. But his attitude was humble, He saw “dregs” in his cup.   He asked God for mercy; He beat upon his chest, Called himself a sinner (Not better than the rest).   He cast his eyes downward, They sought the lowly ground. But [...]

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“The Bible Stands”  (stanza 1 & refrain)   The Bible stands like a rock undaunted ’Mid the raging storms of time; Its pages burn with the truth eternal, And they glow with a light sublime. Refrain The Bible stands though the hills may tumble, It will firmly stand when the earth shall crumble; I will [...]

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