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When a gangster is really powerful –

          he does not want you to know he is a gangster

          nor does he want you to know he is a powerful.

 

The antichrist system does not want you to know

          they are that system,

          nor how powerful they really are.

– eab, 8/20/08

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Seamstress? Ah yes, and more,

For she’s not confined to new cloth

With perfect pattern and match.

Give her one that has seen the moth

Some castoff of yester yore,

She’ll renew it with the neatest patch.

 

Well educated? Not as the world sees;

And early-teen illness forced her out

Of her Ohio school, Rutland High.

Crossword puzzles oft made her scout,

And constant Bible reading (if you please)

Brought education nearer by.

 

Kitchen Queen?  Oh yes, and then some,

Potato salad diced ever so small.

The aroma and taste of homemade bread,

Pumpkin pies, and apricot, fall by fall,

In short, a kitchen that said, “Come,

You’ll be well filled, tastefully fed.”

 

Theologian?  Again, one would doubt

Such a term should well apply,

But the Book she reads so much,

With open heart and dampened eye,

That words inserted or left out

Or meanings wrong – she detects such.

 

Meek?  All her friends readily agree,

Those who have known days long past,

Those who met her this week,

That had God sought to form a cast,

In which to shape humility,

This soul would say, “For this I seek.”

 

Staunch?  Staunchness with meekness?

Definitely!  Meek in matters personal,

Staunch in those of right and wrong.

The dark eyes flash in ways – terminal!

Opposing sinfulness isn’t her weakness,

Whether agreed or opposed by the throng.

 

Helpful?  In so many, many ways!

It has been her nature – fits her life,

To lift, to give, “to pray” with feet,

As “Mom Bryan,” great Mom, or loving wife.

For friends now and those of western days,

Blessing others has made her complete.

 

Describe the lady?  How?

Who is poet?  Who can tell

In such few words, right here and now,

What she has “written” long and well. –eab, 7/82 

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“God Moves in a Mysterious Way”

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

 

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.

 

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

 

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

 

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

 

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

 

William Cowper on this date, 7/6/1774, published “God Moves in a Mysterious Way.”

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