Archive for February 17th, 2009

Life is unpredictably short – when one is young


                    Life is undeniably shorter – when one is middle-aged


                                      Life is unquestionably shortest

– when one is older.  – eab, 2/6/09

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You’re allowed in the Celestial plane,

Things about which the world would complain,

Heaven will be glad that you thus brought,

Holy items which can ne’er be bought.


LOVE is luggage that’s always allowed,

True love is the kind that God endowed,

A jug of JOY you can also bring,

It gladdens the heart, helps it to sing.


You are allowed a parcel of peace,

Think of it! – it will only increase,

But there IS a box you won’t need to bring,

Up there you’ll need no longsuffering!


Gentleness will be in great supply,

But bring some with you above the sky.

Bring a big portion of God’s goodness,  

That you used fellow earthlings, to bless.


Celestial Line allows FAITH full-sized,

Where you’re going its most highly prized.

A trunk of MEEKNESS you may include,

None traveling up there dare it exclude.


A tin of TEMPERANCE be sure to take,

Though earth’s the place its measure to make.

Check your luggage with Celestial Line,

As I plan also on checking mine.


You’ll find Celestial quite up to date,

“State of the art”? Much better than “state.”

It is never early, never late.

You can safely trust your travel slate.


You’ll love its constant heavenly rate,

(Which changing churches cannot inflate.)

Meals you ask? It’s a heavenly plate.

Celestial will land you at the right gate.


(You’ll never again “trust” to odd fate.)

Flee this earth with its war, lust, and hate.

(Don’t try to bring carnality’s crate.)

By all means take along your life’s mate.


Pack up today! Don’t procrastinate.

Be there, the King’s reign to celebrate!   -eab, 2/17/07

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“The Half Has Never Been Told”


I have read of a beautiful city,
Far away in the kingdom of God;
I have read how its walls are of jasper,
How its streets are all golden and broad;
In the midst of the street is life’s river,
Clear as crystal and pure to behold;
But not half of that city’s bright glory
To mortals has ever been told.


Not half has ever been told;
Not half has ever been told;
Not half of that city’s bright glory
To mortals has ever been told.


I have read of bright mansions in Heaven,
Which the Savior has gone to prepare;
And the saints who on earth have been faithful,
Rest forever with Christ over there;
There no sin ever enters, nor sorrow,
The inhabitants never grow old;
But not half of the wonderful story
To mortals has ever been told.


I have read of white robes for the righteous,
Of bright crowns which the glorified wear,
When our Father shall bid them, “Come, enter,
And My glory eternally share”;
How the righteous are evermore blessed
As they walk through the streets of pure gold;
But not half of the wonderful story
To mortals has ever been told.


I have read of a Christ so forgiving,
That vile sinners may ask and receive
Peace and pardon for every transgression,
If when asking they only believe.
I have read how He’ll guide and protect us,
If for safety we enter His fold;
But not half of His goodness and mercy
To mortals has ever been told.


Jonathan Burtch Atchinson was born this date (2/17/1840) in Wilson, NY.  Atchinson, a Methodist minister also wrote “Let Him In” “There’s a Stranger at the door” “Behold the Stone Is Rolled Away” “Fully Persuaded” “Lord, I Believe” “In the Shadow of His Wings” “Not Half Has Ever Been Told” “O Crown of Rejoicing That’s Waiting for Me”

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