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Jerusalem. Jerusalem, Judea or

Some other area of the World.

Where will you serve Christ,  if you will?

Where will you serve the World?

And take salvation’s plan

To every dying man,

Every man, of every tribe, of the World.  

 – eab, Sep. ’98

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JERUSALEM

Our Lord had finished His ministry

Of untold, eternal worth.

Had died and been buried

In His-own-created earth.

He then arose victorious

Over hell and death and sin,

And just before He left,

He commissioned a few men.

                   – eab, 9/98

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Comfort ye, comfort ye My people, saith your God; speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem; and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished, that her iniquity is pardoned. The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness:-Prepare ye the way of the Lord: make straight in the desert a highway for our God.

Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill made low, the crooked straight and the rough places plain.

And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together; for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it

             [The above are words from Handel’s Messiah]

 

3/23 DATE1744, George Frederic Handel’s famous oratorio “Messiah” was performed for the first time, London.

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Years have now past since He was seen last,

In Jerusalem or Bethany.

His step in the land, is not on the sand,

At Jordan or blue Galilee.

 

Some men have said (they’re long since dead)

That He would be forgot.

Where are they now – who were they, anyhow?

I’d like to tell them a lot.

 

That Life has changed, that Influence ranged,

To men of every clime.

And even the date, is not by fate,

But according to His time.

 

He didn’t publish a book, notes He never took;

A few sermons He gave,

On justice and peace, joy that will not cease,

And, words on how to behave.

 

His travel was small, not far at all,

His life – an untimely end.

But enough to reach, ole time to breach

Centuries, the story to send.

 

So there in part, weak rhyme, less art,

Are thoughts on my Lord.

This season of the year, praise to Him so dear

The Living Eternal Word.          -eab, 12/1968

 

Written while teaching literature at Hobe Sound Bible College when, Steve D Herron was president.

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