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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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