Archive for December 14th, 2014

Ye are the light of the world.

A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid.  5.14

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A carpenter’s Son! No, no, not that One.

Though of Joseph’s wife He was born.

Though a chisel He knew,

And when He used it chips flew,

He was to more than lumber adorn.


Nazareth, you say! The answer is nay!

Though He lived there as a mere boy,

Though His sandals and feet,

Left their print in its street.

Bethlehem was the city of first joy.


Joses’ Brother! No, He’s some Other.

Though that is how its made to seem,

Though they had common blood,

One’s dad came from Adam’s “mud”,

The Other’s Father from beyond stars’ gleam.


An unlearned Rebel! Nay, He was able

(Though He never sat in their schools

Though from doctor He’d not,

Learned their tittle and their jot)

He, time after time, corrected their rules.


Trials and a slur, contributions were,

Though Christ’s life had a constant tone,

Though anguished in His soul,

He held to His only goal,

And let false opinions die on their own. 

– eab, Dec. ‘78

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The devil tries to make you think he’s God

God NEVER tries to make you think He is the devil.

– eab, 1/2/12

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Go you may and go you must,

Make that sign “New York or bust.”

Go by car or go by train,

Go by boat or go by plane.

Go enjoy your school vacation,

And your home, blessed destination.

– eab, 12/14/68

[1] Written during my 2nd yr. of teaching at Hobe Sound Bible College.

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Frances Ridley Havergal was born 12/14/1836, at Astley, Worcesterchire, England.   Her father, William Henry Havergal, was a pastor (Saint Nicholas Church 1841-1860) and also a hymn writer.   She could read at four and began writing verse for publication at seven.   She went to good schools and although in frail health most of life, was able to travel, particularly enjoying Switzerland.   She was a supporter of the Church Missionary Society.  Havergale died 6/3/1879 at Caswall Bay, near Swansea, Wales.       


She wrote

“Take My Life and Let It Be” “I Gave My Life for Thee” “I Am Trusting Thee, Lord Jesus”

“Lord, Speak to Me, That I May Speak” “Like a River Glorious” “True-Hearted, Whole-Hearted” and scores of other poems.


Take my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee. Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise. Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love. Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee.

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