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To be a simple soul, with simple taste,

To love frugality while hating waste,

To love a lot, but require a lot less.

Is to make a life that will always bless.

A timely space on life’s path of haste.

 

The simple soul does not bespeak,

A simple minded, blinded freak.

The simple mind is dead to decisions,

The simple soul is one of precisions.

Pursuing the best, in a picture that is bleak.

 

The simple soul, whose demands are few,

Isn’t charmed by the magic words “modern” and “new.”

It’s the timeless values, centuries old and holding,

Bright and fresh, clear and never molding,

That interest him and truly satisfy too.

 

The simple is convenient, complete, and free.

The simple is open for all looking to see.

The simple is permanent, that is, nearly so,

And the simple is now, and always for me.

                        – eab, 6/15/75

Written while pastoring in East Tennessee just weeks before buying the campus in Friendsville, Blount Co.

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The mighty oak from an acorn came,

Bursting, throbbing, growing in strain;

Pulled up by the light, pushed up by the rain.

It didn’t happen over night.

 

No stalwart man is instant made.

It takes pressure, decisions, days of shade;

Pulled up by prayer, pushed by reading, rare.

Small souls and fires quickly fade.  -eab, 9/75

 

Written in Friendsville, Tennessee

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