Drama? No Thanks

Eternally existing example

differs greatly from

devil-drive drama.    – 3/25/09

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Here OR There

The next time you check, your checking account,

You smile with delight – what a fine amount,

Or you frown, disappointed at the low count,

Remember, it all stays here.

 

The next time you survey all the surveyor agrees,

Is yours to do with just as you please,

You’ve paid all taxes, paid on fees,

Remember, it all stays here.

 

The next time you sail on your sleek sailboat,

Your wind in your hair, a sea song in your throat,

Taper the glee, turn down the wild sailor’s gloat,

Remember, it all stays here.

 

The next time you climb into your favorite, fast car,

Or the other one that can travel on one gallon, so far,

Or the third that you polish and clean the least mar,

Remember, it all stays here. 

 

“Here” is the place for toys great, medium, or small.

“Here” is the arena for games of chance or of ball.

“Here” is the land for buildings spacious and tall.

‘Here” is were all the above stay.

 

There is, Thank God, beyond the blue clear.

Where the folly of all we’ve held so dear

Will fully, honestly, in cheapness appear,

And life there is one grand, glorious Day.

 

There is a place where streets are made of gold.

A land where bodies and souls are never sold.     
The hope of the holy and at the same time, bold.

The road to such serenity is called the “Narrow Way.”

 

Release your hold on fleeting toys of this short life.

Give in to God, give help to men, stop selfish strife.

Take your children, your siblings, your noble wife.

“You must be born again” and friend, you also may!  – eab, 3/25/08

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John Hart Stockton – death, Mar. 25, 1877

“Only Trust Him”

 

Come, every soul by sin oppressed;
There’s mercy with the Lord,
And He will surely give you rest
By trusting in His Word.

Refrain

Only trust Him, only trust Him,
Only trust Him now;
He will save you, He will save you,
He will save you now.

2.

For Jesus shed His precious blood
Rich blessings to bestow;
Plunge now into the crimson flood
That washes white as snow.

3.

Yes, Jesus is the truth, the way,
That leads you into rest;
Believe in Him without delay
And you are fully blessed.

4.

Come, then, and join this holy band,
And on to glory go
To dwell in that celestial land
Where joys immortal flow.

5.

O Jesus, blessèd Jesus, dear,
I’m coming now to Thee;
Since Thou hast made the way so clear
And full salvation free.

 

John Hart Stockton died (3/25/1877) in Philadelphia, PA.  He was a converted to Christ at a Methodist Camp Meeting and became a Methodist.  He also wrote the music to : “Down at the Cross” (aka “Glory to His Name”) and “The Great Physician.”    

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Truth – weight

Truth cannot be put on the scales

 

                             – yet has such mighty weight.           – 3/26/09

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God – Heaven’s TRUE Attraction!

Is heaven’s main attraction its streets of purest gold?

Do you want to see it, see about what you’ve been told?

Do gates of pearl attract you – do they demand your thought?

Do heaven’s “beauties” call you, more than they really ought?

 

Does heaven beckon you more because of Mom or Dad?

You think seeing them again will make your heart so glad,

Or (sorry that you suffered) you have a child up there,

You’re attracted to heaven because of your child, fair.

 

Is heaven, the real heaven, the place you want to be?

Or just an alternative from where you wish to flee?

(No one in his right mind, desires to go down below,

Given a third choice, you’d choose it, you honestly know.)

 

Many would like a heaven, absent Almighty God.

They’ve never really loved Him, never sought His kind nod,

As one might like the mansion on yonder hilly dome,

Enjoy it to the full – if the owner was not home.

 

Like his mansion? Oh, yes. Like the owner? Well – – – not much.

He seems too demanding about debt, and dirt, and such.

And like-wise some would take heaven – if it had no God.

They think they’d like His mansion, but find Him cold and odd.

 

They want a carnal heaven, where they would have no pain.

They’d like a safe city, without fear of being slain.

They want to miss hot hell, though they’ve sown their share of oats,

They grasp for what God has, but they never “shared their coats.”

 

If your view of heaven involves only a gold street,

Do you just want to go for the loved one you would meet?

Stop! Your wicked view of heaven needs to change right now!

God is King there, all who enter will lovingly bow.

 

He’s willing to share, share His mansion with one and all

Who reciprocate His love, upon Him daily call.

The glimpses of heaven are befitting our great King

Up there “Holy, Holy” is cried, up there angels sing.

 

Gold, pearl are but sidelights to the Presence we will see.

Heaven is a place of worship – for eternity.   – eab, 3/26/07

 

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Robert Frost – birth, Mar. 26, 1874

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of the easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

 

Robert Frost was born this date (3/26/1874) in San Francisco , CA.  He wrote the favorite “The Road Not Taken” and many others poem.  I heard him live on the radio read his poem at John F. Kennedy’s inauguration.

 

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