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Archive for November 1st, 2009

Set yourself apart from

 

                the Worship of the world

 

                the Worry of the world      

 

                the Words of the world

 

                the Works of the world.     

 

– eab,10/25/09

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He may have been chained as a galley slave [1]

With no hope it seems, but beyond the grave

But his mind was free, yes free to soar

Above the splash and pull of the oar.

 

She may have had to grind the king’s flour

Be thus employed hour upon slave hour

But it was not so with her good mind

It sailed in realms above the low grind.

 

The gracious God of all time and of space

Has so created His scattered “man race”

That though enslaved, the lowest of men

The body’s all that cannot ascend

 

Two parts of man, the greater, greater by far

Have boundless spheres, ah, past the nearest star

And can delve and travel and explore

Beyond ceiling, walls, or swaying floor

 

The mind (should we also call it soul?)

Can’t be bound by fetter, chain, nor by pole

If this soul/mind is redeemed by God

It has a home far removed from sod

 

Only sin can the mind of man enslave

Sin can make a coward from a brave

Sins habits, and thoughts, and words, embind

But only sin can fetter man’s mind

 

Oh, what a Salvation, oh, Godly gift

Freeing the mind allowing daily “lift”

Above grinds and galleys of man’s strife

Salvation un-slaves the mind’s life.

                -eab, 11/1/06

 


[1] Had recently re-read about John Knox being a galley slave.

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I have a Redeemer, O worship His Name,
He bore my transgressions, my sin and my shame,
And in His own body on Calvary’s tree,
He took them upon Him that I might go free.

Oh, wonderful love that saved me from sin!
Oh, wonderful love that cleansed me within!
His Spirit bears witness that now I am saved;
All glory to Jesus,
I’m saved, I’m saved, I’m saved!

I have a Redeemer Who calls me his own,
He bids me come boldly before His great throne;
Because I am pardoned and cleansed by His blood,
And guiltless, tho’ living ’mid earth’s evil flood.

Yes, sweet are Thy mercies, O Savior divine,
In tender compassion Thou madest me Thine;
With Thee I will journey till life’s day is done,
And all thro’ the ages give praise to the Son.

Albert Simpson Reitz died this date 11/1/1966.  Thought he was the son of a Methodist minister he evangelized and pastored for the Baptists. Reitz is credited with over a hundred published hymns, the above being one.  He also wrote “Teach Me to Pray, Lord.”  He was born 1/20/1879 at Lyons, Kansas.

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