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The devil tried to compromise the Living Word (Christ)

                              – when he couldn’t he crucified Him.

 

The devil tried to destroy the Written Word (Bible)

                     – when he couldn’t he diluted It.2/28/09

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The Bible is  H i s t o r i c a l  truth –

 

                             for an  H y s t e r i c a l  world  – eab, 1/21/09 

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In August of nineteen seventy-two,

A new school started for you, and you.

In northern Ohio (fairest of states),

With textbooks, paper, and pencils, brand new,

(Erasers soon showed a trillion mistakes.)

 

That building remade with paint and a brush,

At eight-thirty (What?) stilled to a meek hush.

Green, young students (the intelligent sort),

Closed the gap from May with such a mad rush,

They couldn’t receive an interim report.

 

Grammar, and algebra, history, and shop,

Quizzes and tests, there was no place to stop;

Bible and other classes taught the rule,

To study, to read, to not be a flop,

Attending Wyandot Christian School.

 

Then came the fall outing (Remember that?)

A basketball game, the slim ‘gainst the fat.

Hot dogs were served (Yours were cold did you say?)

Three deep made some run; while others fell flat.

Cider, coco, and donuts (?) closed the day.

 

Tonight we are met in this banquet hall,

Behind lies the past, behind the quick fall,

Ahead lies the birthday of our Great Lord;

Vacation time, snow time, gift time, and all,

May you be blest with all heaven’s accord.

 

May you be – Oh, I forget to mention,

Miss Knaul, in the hall and noon‘s detention,

A trio girl who visits the jury,

Jogging, Perkins, a raccoon’s dissection.

Good-bye.  We’ll see you in seventy three.  – eab, 12/72

Penned while Principal of Wyandot and living at 205 Goodbread Street in Nevada, OH.

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He went into the temple

Where you’d think one could look up.

But his attitude was humble,

He saw “dregs” in his cup.

 

He asked God for mercy;

He beat upon his chest,

Called himself a sinner

(Not better than the rest).

 

He cast his eyes downward,

They sought the lowly ground.

But God, who measures all things:

The simple, the profound,

 

Liked his honest spirit,

Heard his call and cry,

Knew he meant his temple-talk,

Knew it more than “humble pie,”

 

And justified his soul;

He went back to his own place,

With a calm in his heart,

And heaven’s smile upon his face.

 

Friend, the next time you go to meeting,

The next time you’re in church

Avoid petty piousness,

Avoid the highest perch.

 

Look at God, worship Him,

And see yourself contrasted,

As this man of old did. 

His grace has ever lasted.            – eab, 5/2000

 

Written while Associate Professor Bible at Hobe Sound Bible College, Florida

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“The Bible Stands”  (stanza 1 & refrain)

 

The Bible stands like a rock undaunted
’Mid the raging storms of time;
Its pages burn with the truth eternal,
And they glow with a light sublime.

Refrain

The Bible stands though the hills may tumble,
It will firmly stand when the earth shall crumble;
I will plant my feet on its firm foundation,
For the Bible stands.                            (see more at Cyberhymnal.org)

 

Written and composed by Haldor Lillenas, 1917.  Lillenas, born on Stord Island (near Bergen) Norway, emigrated to the US with his parents, living first in Colton, South Dakota and later in Oregon.  He was converted to Christ at 21in Portland and attended Deets Pacific Bible College (later renamed Pasadena College).  His pen left some 4000 hymns/poems.

 

Also read/hear “The Garden of My Heart” “Glorious Freedom” “Jesus Will Walk With Me” “Wonderful Grace of Jesus” 

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Bible: to be Read, when you are “Blue,”

          to keep your soul White.  – eab, 12/83

 

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If we had no Bible of our own,

Tradition, previous men have sown,

Could matter more to us, today.

Praise God, we have His fine, precious Book,

Each of us must study, as we look

Daily, learning the holy way.  -eab, 10/28/08

 

Written in Westfield, Indiana

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