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Antique bed.[1]

Beside a bed he gladly said,

His prayers years ago,

Or knelt

In prayer very near there

At a chest three feet long or so.[2]

 

A dark room.[3]

In a room his soul to groom,

He went alone in student years.

Dim den,

That praying place to seek God’s face,

With voice and silent tears.

 

A new floor.[4]

A concrete floor and nothing more

He paced and prayed and praised.

Moonlight,

Satellites, revealed answers sealed;

His prayers with arms upraised.

 

Southern woods.[5]

Piney woods testified the goods

His inmost man possessed.

In path,

Calmly praying, trees heard him saying,

“Thank You” for meeting needs confessed.

 

Old school ground.[6]

Abandoned ground his heart next found;

And paths that lay beyond.

Night, Day,

In mattered not, quiet he sought,

Memories of triumphs were fond.

 

Solitude.[7]

White solitude, cool latitude,

It really doesn’t matter…at all.

Answers,

Pleas, a song (off far from the throng)

To problems gigantic and tall.

– eab, 7/77


[1] Bed at home near Rushville, Ohio as a child.

[2] This would be the cedar chest Dad built when he was 17.

[3] The dingy old Men’s Prayer Room at God’s Bible School.

[4] The (then) new tabernacle (now CEC) at Hobe Sound.

[5] The piney woods behind our house on James Street.

[6] The land west of the old Public School in Paris, Ohio.

[7] The back lot (and park near the house) in Akron.

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  A religion, even popular Christianity, could enjoy a boom altogether divorced from the transforming power of the Holy Spirit and so leave the church of the next generation worse off…

                – A W Tozer, Keys to the Deeper Life (Grand Rapids: Zondervan Pub.,1957), 12.

 …That word perfection never meant a spiritual terminal point nor a state of purity that made watchfulness and prayer unnecessary.  Exactly the opposite was true.

                – A W Tozer, Keys to the Deeper Life (Grand Rapids: Zondervan Pub.,1957), 30.

 …We so desperately need leaders with the gift of discernment…we do not have them and are compelled to fall back upon the techniques of the world.

 This frightening hour calls aloud for men with the gift of prophetic insight.  Instead we have men who conduct surveys, polls and panel discussions.

 We need men with the gift of knowledge.  In their place we have men with scholarship – nothing more.   

                – A W Tozer, Keys to the Deeper Life (Grand Rapids: Zondervan Pub.,1957), 40.

 …Let us beware of that imitation faith which is no more than a mental assent to truth… True faith invariably brings a witness.

                – A W Tozer, Keys to the Deeper Life (Grand Rapids: Zondervan Pub.,1957), 52.

A W (Aiden Wilson) Tozer was born this date (4/21/1897) in (what is now) Newburg, PA.  He was converted after hearing a man preaching on the street in Akron, were Tozer was working in a tire factory. 

 It is said that he never owned a car and seldom made pastoral calls.  He did pray, preach, and publish: “The Pursuit of God”, “The Root of Righteousness” and “God Tells the Man Who Cares.”

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It’s a wonderful thing to know

In this journey here below,

          He loves me, He loves me.

Now I have no worries or frets,

He forgives and forgets,

          He loves me, He loves me.

He sees the sparrow when it falls,

Hears the saint every time he calls.

The very hairs of your head have numbers,

He never sleeps, and He never slumbers.  – eab, ’72 FEB

Written in the Akron/Barberton Ohio area while driving to or from a Bible class I taught 1-2 afternoons a week at Barberton Rescue mission.

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A man wishes to be organized

When he sees how time flies,

And wished that he, could three men be;

And stretch the day to a week.

Till he begins to realize,

(What he already knows)

He’s only strong, when he is weak;

As he tarries, he goes.     – eab, 2/1972

 

Written in Akron, Ohio   

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Jesus Christ saves sinners;

Sinners only does He save.

He can heal the broken hearted,

Raise the dead up from the grave,

The great Messiah of the skies

Restores sight to blinded eyes.

But He only touches them,

That realize that they need Him.  –eab, 3/’72

Written in/near Akron, Ohio

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