Archive for June 6th, 2009


D          Duo of lovers, named Phillip and Heather,


I           In school decided to spend life together.


         Causal love, then serious, then a wedding;


K         Kimberly, Sarah, Noah, made their hearts sing.


I           In baby carriage, Elijah’s “just the thing.”      


N          Now they serve Jesus in America, South,


S          Serve Him with their feet, their hands, not just their mouth.


O         On this day, June six, they celebrate their love.


         Nod on them, Father, from Your great throne above.

                                                                                                                                                       – eab, 6/6/09

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Leave the left on the left.


Don’t shift positions


to make the left seem right!                  


                                                                                                                                                                                                                -eab 5/27/09

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Seven, the perfect number,

A year; from June to June.

Yes, seven years together,

They have passed so soon;

Our time of wedded life,

My time with a good wife.


The seven years were perfect?

No, not in every part;

I’ve attempted to correct, 

I appreciate a forgiving heart.

God bless you, my wife,

For the best years of my life.


Happy Anniversary Dear

On this our perfect year! 

-eab, 6/68

Written after teaching my first year at Hobe Sound Bible College.

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“O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go”

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

George Matheson on this date (1882) penned the words to this song.  He was a blind minister born 3/27/1842 in Glasgow, Scotland.  He died 8/28/1906 at Ed­in­burgh, Scot­land.

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