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D. E. A. T. H.

D.  Departing

E.  Earth

A.  Arriving

T.  To

H.  Heaven or (heaven forbid) Hell. 

– eab, 10/4/15

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“Married” ends with a “D.”

 

Make sure that stands for “Death,”

 

 

not,

 

heaven forbid, “Divorce.”   

– eab, 10/8/12

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Time was when one, my life had flown,

(And her, Grandma, I’d hardly known).

Death had only one beyond life’s shore;

But alas, that time is no more.

 

Years tocked by before another,

(He was my only brother);

Left the living for the dead.

Seventeen years his tombstone said.

 

Two more of my grandparents died,

(Death had life again defied) 

Before school days were through,

Grisly death was no longer “new.”

 

Uncles, Aunts kept slipping away,

(during college, and since that day)

Until death had taken them all;

Like the last leaf in the fall.

 

Now, only a few days go by,

(Death, you will someday die.)

Just a few days or weeks apart,

News comes, another did depart.

 

Now many I have known in life,

(Most in joy – OK, a few in strife.)

Have taken the flight up – or down,

To meet Heaven’s smile or Its frown. 

 

What once was rare, an unknown thing,

(Death, you WILL loose your sting.)

Has become too well-known of late.

Death, the caller at ever gate.

 

Death follows also on my trail.

(By “slow freight” or airline’s sail)

Sooner or later my friends will hear,

That death for me came near, too near.

 

And when that news shall quickly flow,

(You know how death’s tidings go)

God, in thy mercy, let my last flight be.

Upward, always to be with Thee.

                – eab, 8/29/99

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“Must I go, and empty handed,”
Thus my dear Redeemer meet?
Not one day of service give Him,
Lay no trophy at His feet?

Refrain

“Must I go, and empty handed?”
Must I meet my Savior so?
Not one soul with which to greet Him,
Must I empty handed go?

2.

Not at death I shrink or falter,
For my Savior saves me now;
But to meet Him empty handed,
Thought of that now clouds my brow.

3.

O the years in sinning wasted,
Could I but recall them now,
I would give them to my Savior,
To His will I’d gladly bow.

4.

O ye saints, arouse, be earnest,
Up and work while yet ’tis day;
Ere the night of death o’ertake thee,
Strive for souls while still you may.

 

Charles Carroll Luther was born this date (5/17/1847) Wor­ces­ter, MA.  Luther at­tend­ed Brown Un­i­ver­si­ty, and was a jour­nal­ist and lay evan­gel­ist be­fore be­ing or­dained as a Bap­tist min­is­ter in 1886. He died 11/4/1924 at Farm­ing­dale, Long Is­land, NY.

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Someday death will thump on his door.

Someday there’ll be a slight tap on his heart.

The blood pressure will increase;

And life will depart.

As a man leaned when his mind was in place,

So will he fall, and depart from this race.       

– eab, May ‘00

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God is responsible for man’s life

 

          Man is responsible for the Son of God’s death.

– eab, 3/23/09

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Every week the Lord has given,

A Day to remember; “His is risen!”

Christians rejoice, not just once a year,

(Sinners don’t do that, I sadly fear.)

That Christ came and lived our life,

Knew sweat, thirst, saw our strife,

Was rejected by those He called His own,

Sold by a disciple He had known,

Tried – what a “trial” it must have seemed,

Who knew Justice before Adam’s sun beamed,

He was nailed to wood, placed between two thieves,

(One dies in sin – one believes.)

Christ died as dead as any mortal man,

The Perfect Sacrifice, the Perfect Plan.

Was that all – He lived like us and died?

Had earthly lambs dying, all grief satisfied?

Death was the end for wooly little sheep;

Not for Christ – He had a promise to keep.

And keep it He did – He left that new grave.

He arose victorious, He arose man to save.

He triumphed over our last enemy, death.

His victory gives the soul spiritual breath.

Birth was necessary to have life,

Life was necessary to face dying strife,

Death was necessary to Resurrect,

Resurrect He did – Romans and Jews could detect

An empty grave, a tomb now unneeded,

A stone rolled, Rome’s seal unheeded.

Oh, the victory, Oh the glory, Oh the might.

Gone, for God’s men – forever gone is the night! – eab, 3/18/08

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A BROTHER TAKEN [1]

 Some hours ago the message came,

A tiding rimmed in black.

Death has from our presence taken,

Taken to never more give back,

A brother (family – in Christ – is the same)

And we feel, (Shall I say it?) forsaken.

 

Some hours ago the message came,

A drear tiding trimmed in black,

The scythe of death has laid another,

Found our brother in its track,

Slain him, laid him.  He’ll not be back

 

Some hours ago the message came,

The solemn message of the dead,

These are always given and received with dread,

Sad the duty to deliver, sadder yet to stand and take;

Someone else has gone in sleep, we are still awake.

 

Some hours ago the dreary tiding,

Of death and distance, life and resistance,

Came to sadden home and heart.

Our brother has been taken, He did not awaken.

Death has forced us apart.

 

Death that hideous, unwanted scourge,

Smirk invader, undaunted persuader,

Has plunged us into the dark.

Stolen another husband, father, brother,

Death is brazen, final, cold, stark.

 

But, Death listen!  Listen.

You have an empty shell.  He is now well!

No more will sorrow or pain,

Cause our brother sleepless nights,

O’er trials, problems or slights,

He’s triumphant – these are slain.  – eab, 2/94

Penned while pastoring cowboys in Fall River County, SD.


[1] Steve D (Douglas) Herron d. 2/25/94, a dear brother and my “educational father.” I have missed him a lot!

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Life and Light

Death is like darkness

 

          – it must flee when Life and Light approaches. – eab, 2/10/09

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“Haven of Rest”

My soul in sad exile was out on life’s sea,
So burdened with sin and distressed,
Till I heard a sweet voice, saying,
“Make Me your choice”;
And I entered the “Haven of Rest”!

Refrain

I’ve anchored my soul in the “Haven of Rest,”
I’ll sail the wide seas no more;
The tempest may sweep over wild, stormy, deep,
In Jesus I’m safe evermore.

I yielded myself to His tender embrace,
In faith taking hold of the Word,
My fetters fell off, and I anchored my soul;
The “Haven of Rest” is my Lord.

3.

The song of my soul, since the Lord made me whole,
Has been the old story so blest,
Of Jesus, who’ll save whosoever will have
A home in the “Haven of Rest.”

4.

How precious the thought that we all may recline,
Like John, the belovèd so blest,
On Jesus’ strong arm, where no tempest can harm,
Secure in the “Haven of Rest.”

5.

O come to the Savior, He patiently waits
To save by His power divine;
Come, anchor your soul in the “Haven of Rest,”
And say, “My Belovèd is mine.”

Henry Lake Gilmour was born this date (1/19/1836 in Londonderry, Ireland.  He came to the US (sometime before the uncivil war).  He was a dentist and was active in the Methodist church. His death in NJ was the result of a buggy accident. 

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