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Archive for May 24th, 2011

Three hardest words to SAY in the English language

 

– “I was wrong.”  – source unknown

 

Sometimes to admit Dad &/or Mom were right,

 

is to admit “I was wrong.”

– eab, 5/24/11      WP 5/24/11

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It matters not the long valley

From which your family hailed,

Nor the salty ship, on ocean lip

In which that family sailed.

 

It matters not about their grub

Rhubarb or roastin’ ears,

Nor if their shack, was by an old track

In Greek-Roman suburb.

 

It matters not if long they stood

By slowly sifting sands,

Nor if their soul, was close to a pole

In frozen, far white lands.

 

Were they “bad” warriors (I hope not)

Who have shed angry blood?

Were they worshipper, (not much better)

Whose sword raised a small flood?

 

Were they farmers who knew the smell

Of soil newly turned?

Or bakers whose bread, the hungry fed,

Light brown, but never burned.

 

Did they know an ancient wisdom:

Parables and proverb?

Or did they just spurn, such light to learn,

Adjective, noun or verb.

 

Did your family? – ah, there’s no lack.

Diversification,

None mattering, not a single thing,

If they missed salvation.

 

Brag not of where your family’s been:

Valley, plain or high slope,

If they fled or felt, the angry welt

Of gen’ral or of pope.

~ Ÿ ~Ÿ ~ Ÿ ~ Ÿ ~

 

Did family know here below

The Lord in His glory?

OH, if they knew, the One the Jews slew,

Tell, tell ALL their story.

                – eab,5/24/09

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Love divine, so great and wondrous,
Deep and mighty, pure, sublime!
Coming from the heart of Jesus,
Just the same through tests of time.

Refrain

He the pearly gates will open,
So that I may enter in;
For He purchased my redemption
And forgave me all my sin.

2. Like a dove when hunted, frightened,
As a wounded fawn was I;
Brokenhearted, yet He healed me,
He will heed the sinner’s cry.

3. Love divine, so great and wondrous,
All my sins He then forgave!
I will sing His praise forever,
For His blood, His power to save.

4. In life’s eventide, at twilight,
At His door I’ll knock and wait;
By the precious love of Jesus
I shall enter Heaven’s gate.

Fredrick Arvid Blom died this date, 5/24/1927, at Uddevalla, Sweden.  He emigrated to the USA in the 1890’s and joined the Salvation Army in Chicago.  Later he attended North Park College and Seminary, and served as a pastor for an Evangelical Covenant Church.

At some sad point he backslide  and actually served time in prison.  “I drifted from God, and became embittered with myself and the world.”  Out of prison, Blom was born again and penned the above words “He the Pearly Gates Will Open” describing his wonderful rebirth.

He pastored again this time a Swedish Congregational Church in PA.  eventually he went back home to his native land (1921) where he was born,5/21/1867, near Enköpking, Sweden.

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