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Archive for April, 2011

A man once dwelt in the land of Tob,

Who vowed a vow, dumb as a cob.

He won his battle; kept his word,

(Though most see it as wild, absurd).

Yearly, his daughter’s friends did sob. Jud 11.31

                – eab, 4/21/11

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When Spring Unlocks the Flowers

When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil;
When summer’s balmy showers refresh the mower’s toil;
When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood;
In God the earth rejoiceth still and owns his Maker good.

The birds that wake the morning and those that love the shade;
The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade;
The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way,
The moon and stars their Master’s Name in silent pomp display.

Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky,
Shall man alone, unthankful, his little praise deny?
No; let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be,
Thee, Master, must we always love, and Savior, honor Thee.

The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer fade,
The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade;
The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old decree;
But we, in nature’s latest hour, O Lord, will cling to Thee!

Reginald Heber was born this date 4/21/1783, at Cheshire,England.  He attended Oxford and married a Miss Shirley (her last name).  He penned  “Holy, Holy, Holy” “From Greenland’s Icy Mountains” and over 50 more hymns publishing his first hymn at age 28.

In 1815 he delivered lectures on the The Personality and Office of the Christian Comforter (Holy Spirit). He was made Bishop of Calcutta, India, where he worked to spread the gospel of Christ.  He died 4/3/1826 at Tri­chin­o­po­ly (Tir­u­chir­ap­pal­li), Ta­mil Na­du, In­dia, of a ce­reb­ral hem­or­rhage.

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Jesus died at the hands

of the next-to-last “world power,”Rome.

Soon, Jesus the Stone, will crush to powder

all world powers.          

– eab,7/20/2006

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He borrowed a burro,

Upon which He could ride.

As He’d borrowed a boat,

Edge of Galilee’s tide.

He borrowed an upper,

Big, Passover-time room,

Became the only “Man”

Known to borrow a tomb.

Seems the Owner of earth

Hadn’t much worldly “worth.”

Yet He purchased us all

Back, from Eden-site’s fall.

                – eab, 4/20/11  

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Jesus had a thief to His right – a thief to His left.

 

 

He died for the Conservatives AND the Liberals        

– eab, 4/19/11

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I dare you, that’s what I said!  [1]

To meet the greatest challenge made.

You claim to have an open mind,

To be unbiased to the rind,

Would you believe it takes a lot,

A victory always has to be fought!

You will be there.

If you care, to dare.

                – eab, Apr. ‘69


[1] The four “I Dare You” poems were used as “radio jingles” for a rally put on by some ofHobeSoundBibleCollege’s young “preacher boys.”

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My heart is resting, O my God—
I will give thanks and sing;
My heart is at the secret source
Of every precious thing.
Now the frail vessel Thou hast made
No hand but Thine shall fill—
For the waters of the Earth have failed,
And I am thirsty still.

I thirst for springs of heavenly life,
And here all day they rise—
I seek the treasure of Thy love,
And close at hand it lies.
And a new song is in my mouth
To long loved music set—
Glory to Thee for all the grace
I have not tasted yet.

Glory to Thee for strength withheld,
For want and weakness known—
And the fear that sends me to Thy breast
For what is most my own.
I have a heritage of joy
That yet I must not see;
But the hand that bled to make it mine
Is keeping it for me.

There is a certainty of love
That sets my heart at rest—
A calm assurance for today
That to be poor is best—
A prayer reposing on His truth
Who hath made all things mine,
That draws my captive will to Him,
And makes it one with Thine.

I will give thanks for suffering now,
For want and toil and loss—
For the death that sin makes hard and slow,
Upon my Savior’s cross—
Thanks for the little spring of love
That gives me strength to say,
If they will leave me part in Him,
Let all things pass away.

Sometimes I long for promised bliss,
But it will not come too late—
And the songs of patient spirits rise
From the place wherein I wait;
While in the faith that makes no haste
My soul has time to see
A kneeling host of Thy redeemed,
In fellowship with me.

There is a multitude around
Responsive to my prayer;
I hear the voice of my desire
Resounding everywhere.
But the earnest of eternal joy,
In every prayer I trace;
I see the glory of the Lord:
On every chastened face.

How oft, in still communion known,
Those spirits have been sent
To share the travail of my soul,
Or show me what it meant!
And I long to do some work of love
No spoiling hand could touch,
For the poor and suffering of Thy flock
Who comfort me so much.

But the yearning thought is mingled now
With the thankful song I sing;
For Thy people know the secret source
Of every precious thing.
The heart that ministers for Thee
In Thy own work will rest;
And the subject spirit of a child
Can serve Thy children best.

Mine be the reverent, listening love,
That waits all day on Thee,
With the service of a watchful heart
Which no one else can see—
The faith that, in a hidden way
No other eye may know,
Finds all its daily work prepared,
And loves to have it so.

My heart is resting, O my God,
My heart is in Thy care—
I hear the voice of joy and health
Resounding everywhere.
“Thou art my portion,” saith my soul,
Ten thousand voices say,
And the music of their glad Amen,
Will never die away.

Anna Laetitia Waring was born this date,4/19/1823, at Glamorganshire,South Wales.  This Church of England lady penned the above, “In Heavenly Love Abiding” and at least 30 other songs.  She died 5/10/1910, at Clifton[nearBristol],England.

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When the heart is worldly,

it hates CLEAR lines of separation

 from the world.

– eab, 4/16/11  

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There is Book made up of Books,

It condemns wrong, toward heaven looks,

To be great-minded daily read It.

To be long-wise you should heed It.

Don’t listen to modernist crooks.

                – eab, 4/15/11 

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If “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder” is true

– is “suffering” also related to

personalities, preferences, and pain thresholds?

– eab, 4/16/11

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