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Come, leave your night of toiling

On the boisterous “boiling,”

Of an open-faced sea.

Come, leave the laborious net,

And the fish you DID get,

By simply obeying Me.

 

Come and dine; be ye filled,

‘Tis your Master who has willed,

A meal for weary men.

Come now, and be refreshed,

Far more than you had guessed

Possible while in sin.

                – eab, 7/80

Written while pastoring Christ Church-Bible Methodist, Friendsville, TN.

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For thousands of years it had been thus;

Day – then dusk – and the dark.

Light to night. 

It seemed absurd,

That the negative would be the last to be heard,

And positive leave without a remark.

 

As it had done, now it came again,

Beauty – then border – and then black.

Light to night,

Brilliant to dull;

Beautiful landscapes and pastels now null,

By the absence of sunlight, Oh, the lack.  – eab, 12/14/79

Written in East Tennessee, while pastoring Christ Church-Bible Methodist

 

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He was laid in a wooden manger.

Played with shavings from the plane;

Knew the smell of cedar – sawn,

Could distinguish the oaken grain.

 

He preached from a wooden sailboat.

Called down Zacchaeus from a tree;

He cursed the fruitless old olive,

And, it dried up thoroughly.

 

He carried a wooden cross.

Than another shouldered the frame.

And since that infamous, ancient day,

Wood, crosses, haven’t been the same–eab, 10/82

 

Written while I pastored Christ Church – Bible Methodist, Friendsville, TN

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