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They came.

They came on camels – (probably),

Lumbering hoofed ships,

On a shifting, sandy sea (wind, lea).

 

They gave.

Three tokens at least (myrrh, “gum,” gold),

Presents for the King,

In royal David’s household (foretold).

 

They left.

A different way. (Don’t all men?)

Time’s most Focal Point,

Confronts, converts, men from sin (Within).

 

But wait!

Were their gifts alive? (flesh, blood, soul?)

To hearken is best;

Obedience gains the goal (Not dole).

 

Dear Lord,

Accept these our gifts (howe’er fine)

Earth’s joys signed below.

Make them God forever Thine (Not mine).

 

E. Andrew 9, Lincoln S. 6, Laura C. 3,

Heather Colwell born Nov. 6th, wt 9# 1/2 oz

            In loving gratitude, Unselfish Lord

            Use our sons and daughters to spread Thy Word. – eab, 12/73

 

Written while principal of Wyandot Christian School and living at 205 Goodbread Street, Nevada, OH. 

 

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How much better to be possessors of the Maker of gold and silver instead of the metal!

   – Martin Wells Knapp Christ Crowned Within (Cincinnati: God’s Revivalist Press, 1886), 78.

 

Doubt has its root in an unwilling heart.

   – Martin Wells Knapp Christ Crowned Within (Cincinnati: God’s Revivalist Press, 1886), 96.

 

As the chisel blows no longer are permitted to fall upon the statue that is perfected; so temptation’s strokes can never come again upon those who, in heaven, are “complete.”

   – Martin Wells Knapp Christ Crowned Within (Cincinnati: God’s Revivalist Press, 1886), 161.

 

Do you love to be corrected when in the wrong and do you take such correction kindly? 

   – Martin Wells Knapp Christ Crowned Within (Cincinnati: God’s Revivalist Press, 1886), 177.

 

Martin Wells Knapp died 12/7/1901 (11 PM, Sat.), Cincinnati, Ohio

Founded God’s Revivalist; oldest Christian magazine (with still same name) in America Founded God’s Bible School (1901)

Also wrote: Revival Kindlings, Out of Egypt into Canaan, and his classic Impressions

 

 

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There are men of phenomenal wealth,

Some gained honestly, others by stealth.

Men who can buy and sell a whole town.

Their fortune seems to have never turned down.

If we don’t watch, we can envy such “blokes”

As more “lucky” than the rest of us folks.

 

Money is just a means to an end.

It can’t make a “home,” or a marriage mend.

We place too great an imagined high,

On money, gold, and what silver can buy,

Blinded by dollar $ign$ we fail to see,

In wealth, they’re no richer than you and me.

 

Time, dear friend, is the truest treasure;

The rich and poor receive the same measure.

Each start their day with a fresh supply

Of hours which drag or go flying by.

“Money Bags” has no more time in this day,

Than the poor: close or a continent away.

 

Each of us should value time, make it count;

No one has more – no one a less amount.

Time may yield you marriage, happiness, a wife,

Money can’t even buy a slight sliver of life.

God’s given “today” – use  it wisely, every hour.

Time, not money, has true-value power.  -eab, 11/3/06

 

Written when I pastored the Kingston Pilgrim Holiness Church, Ontario, Canada 

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You will serve God, or you will serve gold.

Make your contrary assertions ever so bold,

And claim the truth has not been told.

But the love of money is the root of all evil,

The love of gold leads directly to the devil.

Gold can be shaped in various known forms,

It can appear average, or far from the norms,

One is pulled to the sciences, another to the arts,

One is lulled to amalgamations, one leaves things in parts,

One seeks gold directly, another seems it to “hate,”

But gold’s the one attraction of sinners, early or late, 

And, you will serve God, or you will serve gold. – eab, 5/21/08

 

Written in Westfield, Indiana

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Be dead to yourself and to your kind,

Be dead to this place called earth.

Be dead to its drink and food so fine,

Be dead to its sorrows and mirth.

Be dead to earth’s banks with their borrowed loans,

Be dead to the flash of gold.

Be dead to the wide range of entertainment,

Be dead to its tales, thrice told.

Be dead to big houses and lands, yea dead to tents as well.

Be dead to the call of fleshly sins, as Adam and Eve once fell.

Be dead to the titles of “doctor” and “sir,”

Be dead to awards from the rich.

Be dead to the pride such allurements bestir,

Be dead to their wild sale’s pitch.

And when you have died – “died out” to it all,

Died out to the crest and the trough,

Died out to fame’s loss – to its rise and fall,

Died out to all touched by moth,

Know that truth still lives and reigns,

Over all that men know false and fake,

And do all you do,

When out-of-view;

Do it all for Jesus’ sake. -eab, 12/2/07

 

 

Written at Westfield,Indiana

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