Kill? No – Convert

You don’t kill a bad cause

 

          by killing its leader –

 

                   convert him! 

 

 

– eab, 9/14/09

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BIRCH and SPRUCE

The birch tree gracefully dropped its leaves.

Its neighboring spruce said, “I’ll hold these,”

Holds them as decorations briefly seen,

Golden fragments clinging to evergreen. [1]

                – eab, 9/24/06

 

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[1] Written after Martha noticed leaves on the way to church in North Pole, AK with Andrew/Vonnie and family.

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William True Sleeper – death, Sep. 24, 1904

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 died this date, 9/24/1904, at Wellesley, Mass­a­chu­setts. After attending Phillips-Exeter Academy, University of Vermont, and Andover Theological Seminary Sleeper became a Congregationalist minister.  He wrote “Jesus I Come” in 1887.  William was born 2/9/1819 at Danbury, New Hampshire.

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