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A bishop was to be un-blamed,

Second, a wife was named.

“Vigilant” was number three

Of what this man was to be.

And – – – God’s grand list is STILL the same. (1Ti 3.2)

– eab, 3/31/05

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What? No Body in the tomb?

Who ever heard the like?

Who can thus presume,

That One has risen

That One is no longer dead long?

Who ever heard that any successfully fled.

He is not here?

Why, this is where they stopped the bier,

This is where a sheet-bound Frame

From which such wondrous words once came

This is where they laid it down,

And sorrowfully, slowly, slumped back to town.

This has to be the lonely spot 

Surely, I’ve not “forgot”

The roll of the land, the look of the vale,

This is the place, lifeless and stale

That One’s precious Body came to rest

(What other point on earth is so blest?)

But the tomb is empty, there’s no Body in the grave

What ever do you suppose? – – –

Why, here are His grave clothes,

Here is the napkin they wound ‘round His head

These are the items so know with the dead

But He, the One who briefly wore them,

Is gone – you’ll have to store them.

He’ll never need graves clothes again.

He left them low, He did ascend

He showed Himself – Many did Him see

Life gave way to eternity!

The One who came the lost to save,

Has conquered Sin, Hell, and the Grave!

– eab, Mar. ‘08

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FATHERING

First the news comes – you’re going to be one.

Then you find yourself holding your first son.

A second blessing; two sons in a row;

It’s “Fathering 101” – – – “on-the-go.”

You find your wife is pregnant again,

(Is hoping for a girl a big, bad sin?)

She comes, a thrill to her mom’s heart;

There’re three kids now in the grocery cart.

Finally, a second daughter blesses your soul,

Four kiddos made the family “perfect” and whole.

– eab, 8/07

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God does for His servants as He see best;

Some have activity, others have rest.

Several don work clothes, some suit and vest,

Some are far from home, some near their nest,

Some face life’s low load with a heavy chest,

Several sing and whistle high on the crest.

But all His known servants have passed His test;

They’ll gather soon from northeast to southwest.

Never forget, Child, God knows what is best.

– eab,  4/27/11

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IMMENSE

 

God’s salvation plan is immense,

His redemptive love is intense,

Soon eternity will commence.

Stop, hypocrite, trying to “ride the fence.”

– eab, 4/25/10

 

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Could one count the grains of sand,

One could hold in one’s hand,

Moist, mingled, multitudes of quartz;

Could one imagine the huge number,

Counting slumber to slumber,

That line just a few little ports;

Could one pretend to know,

Counting row after even row,

The final tally would be so very grand,

The mind would definitely bend,

Before one came near the end,

Of counting the moist, multitudes of sand.

– eab,  Apr. ‘78

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WORDY WORDS

WORDY WORDS   (first 8 lines of a 68 line poem)

There are wordy words and worthy words,

And words of little account.

There are sour words and sweet words,

(But not from the same “fount.”)

 

There are Greek words and Hebrew words

Scattered all over the past.

They were, some of them, inspired,

Forever they will last.

– eab, 4/13/10

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