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Archive for December 4th, 2014

  1. But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.   4.4

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THAT LIFE, THAT INFLUENCE (4th card)

Years have now past since He was seen last,

In Jerusalem or Bethany.

His step in the land is not on the sand,

At Jordan or blue Galilee.

 

Some men have said (they’re long since dead)

That He would be forgot.

Where are they now – who were they, anyhow?

I’d like to tell them a lot.

 

That Life has changed, that Influence ranged,

To men of every clime.

And even the date, is not by fate,

But according to His time.

 

He didn’t publish a book, notes He never took;

A few sermons He gave,

On justice and peace, joy that will not cease,

And words on how to behave.

 

His travel was small, not far at all,

His life – an untimely end.

But enough to reach, ole time to breach

Centuries, the story to send.

 

So there in part, weak rhyme, less art,

Are thoughts on my Lord.

This season of the year, praise to Him so dear

The Living Eternal Word.

– eab Dec. ‘68

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If your “Love” for Jesus doesn’t affect your

Action,

Attitude, &

Appearance,

call it what it is, a FALSE love.

 

– eab, 1/5/12

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Loveliness of person in reality,

Is deeper than skin an outer eye can see.

Loveliness is inside, shining from the soul.

God’s physical appearance we never see;

He is loveliest of all, internally!

– eab, 12/4/07

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ON THIS DATE

Joseph Simpson Cook was born 12/4/1859 in County Durham, England.  He emigrated as a youth to Canada where he was educated at the Wesleyan College, McGill University, Montréal.  He was an ordained Methodist minister and later served in the United Church of Canada.  Of the songs he wrote “Gentle Mary Laid Her Child” (1919) is the best known.  Cook died 5/27/1933 in Toronto, Canada.

 

Gentle Mary laid her Child Lowly in a manger; There He lay, the undefiled, To the world a Stranger.

Such a Babe in such a place, Can he be the saviour? Ask the saved of all the race Who have found His favour.

Angels sang about His birth, Wise men sought and found Him; Heaven’s star shone brightly forth Glory all around Him.

Shepherds saw the wondrous sight, Heard the angels singing; All the plains were lit that night, All the hills were ringing.

Gentle Mary laid her Child Lowly in a manger; He is still the undefiled, But no more a Stranger.

Son of God of humble birth, Beautiful the story; Praise His Name in all the earth, Hail! the King of Glory!

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