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Archive for February 9th, 2009

Have you heard?

You cannot go forward for God,

 

                     until you hear from God.  – eab, 9/83

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Now and then I see where prankster,

 Has turned a corner post.

And “Main” becomes “Franklin,”  

And “Franklin,” “Main” – almost.

 

Locals know that “Main” is “Main,”

Not turning where miss-signed,

And the turned-street labels,

Make them to humor inclined.

 

But to the traveler on his journey

From his home to city far,

Doesn’t know the sign is wrong

And his day can fully mar,

 

By the miss-labeled street,

He may turn and travel long,

Only to sadly learn

His miles and hours were wrong.

 

If the devil can spin the signs,

Call that “Narrow” which is “Broad,”

And call the “Broadway,” “Narrow,”

Leading folks away from God,

 

Then satan may see them die,

Die despairing of Calvary’s cost,

Because they turned the wrong corner,

And were forever lost.

 

Preacher, do not be a prankster,

Turning the sign on the corner post,

“Winning” people by your humor,

Not preaching with the Holy Ghost.

 

And Traveler, oft check the map,

It the narrow and broad has told. 

Remember, the adage is still true,

“All that glitters is not gold.”   –eab, 2/9/06

 

Written in Kingston, Ontario, Canada.

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“Jesus I Come”

Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light,
Jesus, I come to Thee;
Out of my sickness, into Thy health,
Out of my want and into Thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into Thyself,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the glorious gain of Thy cross,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm,
Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into Thy blessèd will to abide,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of myself to dwell in Thy love,
Out of despair into raptures above,
Upward for aye on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the joy and light of Thy throne,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of the depths of ruin untold,
Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold,
Ever Thy glorious face to behold,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

William True Sleeper was born this date (2/9/09) in Danbury, NH.  He pastored the Congregational Church in Worcester, MA for 30 years.  Sleeper also wrote “ Ye Must Be Born Again.”  He passed from this life in 1904.

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