Oh, what of the day, when sin passed away
And glory surrounded the soul
Gone was my night, all was pure light
Christ had made me wholly whole.
His way was best – my soul had soul-rest.
– eab, 1/27/10
Posted in Free will, Jesus Christ, poem, uncategorized, worship, tagged poem on January 27, 2015| Leave a Comment »
– eab, 1/27/10
Posted in heaven, poem, uncategorized, tagged celestial, Christ, friend, narrow way, poem, Royal Blood, saints, soul on November 26, 2008| Leave a Comment »
There’s a crowd gathering on another shore,
The group’s grower larger every day.
They are gathering in from all directions,
Yet all came there by God’s narrow way.
That crowd had skins of different shades,
Spoke languages to each other quite unknown,
But they are connected by one Royal Blood,
For Christ firmly owns them for His own.
That crowd landed where they planned to land.
They found their long sought heavenly goal.
They weathered all life’s threatening storms,
Insisting on “saving” (at all cost) their soul.
Soon, Friend, you may be gathered with them,
Soon I may join the celestial number,
Where the Son is the light for all the day,
(And where we’ll need no night for slumber.)
Let us then be Faithful with a capitol “F,”
To the Lord who rules that group, that shore,
And gather with the enumerable saints, young and old.
Gather to Christ, and gather to part nevermore. – eab, 8/25/08
Posted in died today, poem, poet British, QQQuaint Quality Quotes, today in history, uncategorized, tagged 1748, amazing, burden of my heart, Cambridge, crimes I had done, died today, grace, Harvard, hymn, Isaac Watts, Joy to the World, Knowledge of the Heavens and Earth, Logick, my Savior bleed, my Sovereign die, Oxford, Philosophical Essays, pity, poem, received my sight, such a worm as I, thankfulness, The Improvements of the Mind, today in history, Yale on November 25, 2008| Leave a Comment »
“Alas! and Did My Savior Bleed?” (stanzas 1,3,5)
Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
Refrain
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!
Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears. (Underlining -eab)
Isaac Watts died this day in England, his native land. He is known for many worshipful hymns and, of course for, “Joy to the World.” The average reader may be unaware that Watts also wrote, Logick (1725) Knowledge of the Heavens and Earth (1726) Philosophical Essays (1733) The Improvements of the Mind (1741) all used for decades at Cambridge, Oxford, Harvard, and Yale!
Watts is said to have rhymed so much as a kid that his dad wanted it stopped to which Isaac replied “O father, do some pity take
And I will no more verses make.”
Posted in poem, uncategorized, tagged adjure the weather, annual sale, blowing whited sheets, bulk printings, cards inspired, Christmas, dislike, Dobermans, Donald W Stump, endure, first class, German sheps, Great Danes, gripes, hired, junk mail, just retired, Lancaster, loud lip, marked vans, Ohio, poem, postman, postman retired, retired, Saint Bernards, season with the reason, stamp, the first, U S Postal Service, wage, zip on November 24, 2008| Leave a Comment »
Let a big drift so softly sift
Its way between the streets.
Let rain come down, all over town,
In blowing, whited sheets.
Let sleet and hail not one time fail
To come when they desired.
Why so adjure the weather?
I’m a postman that’s retired. [1]
May Dobermans make lanes their runs
And jump on every man.
May German sheps plague the back steps
Of white and blue marked vans.
May Saint Bernards and Great Danes charge
The walker most admired,
Cause I’m no longer out there –
I’m a postman that’s retired.
“I didn’t get my first class yet.”
“But I don’t know their zip.”
“Of course, I’m mad, I know it had
A…a stamp.” Oh loud lip!
“You’re late again; it’s a big sin
This wage at which you’re hired!”
Their gripes I’ll no more endure –
Tell the next man. I’m retired.
Here comes the first, with its date cursed
By mailings once a month.
Here comes junk mail, the annual sale,
Bulk printings by the “tonth.”
And the season with the reason,
To dislike cards inspired.
Ah, it bothers me not;
Not this Christmas, I’ve just retired. -eab 11/24/85
Posted in Bible, poem, the home, uncategorized, tagged 2000, Associate Professor of Bible, aunts, big ears, cousins, Florida, Gramp, HAPPY THANKSGIVING, Hobe Sound Bible College, Holy Bible, parables, poem, running toes, runny nose, story of David, ten fingers, uncles on November 23, 2008| Leave a Comment »
Thank you God for ten fingers, and my running toes,
Thank you for my two big ears and my runny nose.
Thank you for the hair on my head,
And for sentences my eyes have read,
Thanks for the words my tongue just said,
And thank You for my tummy–well fed.
Thank you for the good Mother of mine,
Who does my cloths and supper so fine.
Thank You God for my grand ole dad
Though at times he makes me sad,
Spanking (he thinks I’m been bad!)
All other hours he makes me glad.
Thank You God for your Holy Bible,
Because by it our family is able,
To read the promises that are very old,
To hear the story of David so bold,
Be warned to be either hot or cold,
And read of parables which are ten-fold.
And Lord, I’d really be remiss,
(Image my grandchild saying this.)
If I forgot to thank You for
Gram and Gramp (wish they lived next door).
Thanks for cousins, aunts, uncles and more,
Thanks for blessings, blessings galore.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING ! ! !
-Gramp, Thursday, November 23, 2000.
Written while Associate Professor of Bible, Hobe Sound Bible College, Florida
Posted in Bible, Limerick, uncategorized, tagged 2005, Achan, bad name in the good Book, coveted, coveting, eastern Ontario, Frontenac County, pastoring, Pilgrims, poem, second look, sin, watch on November 21, 2008| Leave a Comment »
Ole Achan saw, coveted, took;
Became a bad name in the good Book.
Coveting is against God’s law,
Though the sin was not that he saw.
Watch – Do not take that second look. –eab, 11/20/05
Written in eastern Ontario (Frontenac County) while pastoring with the Pilgrims.
Posted in Bible, born today, poem, today in history, uncategorized, tagged Baptist, Batavia, battle, born today, Christian soldier, faith, hardware store, Ira D. Sankey, John Yates, minister, model church, New York, NY, overcomes the world, poem, shoe salesman, strength, the old Book, today in history, victory on November 21, 2008| Leave a Comment »
“Faith Is the Victory” (stanza 1)
Encamped along the hills of light,
Ye Christian soldiers, rise.
And press the battle ere the night
Shall veil the glowing skies.
Against the foe in vales below
Let all our strength be hurled.
Faith is the victory, we know,
That overcomes the world.
John Henry Yates was born this date in Batavia, NY. Yates was a shoe salesman and later a hardware store manager. Eventually he became a Baptist minister who was influenced by Ira D. Sankey. Yates also penned “The Harbor Bell” “The Model Church” and “The Old Book Stands.”
Posted in converted to Christ, poem, today in history, uncategorized, worship, tagged 1850, age 30, bled, cloud, converted today, crucified, died, eternal salvation, Francis Jane Crosby, Jesus, light, Methodist revival, our sorrows, poem, praise, Redeemer, rock, sins, star in my life, suffered, the Lord, thousands of hymns, today in history on November 20, 2008| Leave a Comment »
“Praise Him! Praise Him!” (stanza 2)
Praise Him! Praise Him! Jesus, our blessèd Redeemer!
For our sins He suffered, and bled, and died.
He our Rock, our hope of eternal salvation,
Hail Him! hail Him! Jesus the Crucified.
Sound His praises! Jesus who bore our sorrows,
Love unbounded, wonderful, deep and strong.
Francis Jane Crosby wrote thousands of hymns in her later life. She is credited with 8000. She did not write her first one until she was 45 years of age. This means within 50 years she wrote 8000 hymns (an average of 160 a year or about three a week. What a writer!
Fanny was religious as a youth but was soundly converted to Jesus at a Methodist revival at age thirty. She said of this day, “The Lord planted a star in my life and no cloud has ever obscured the light.”
Posted in poem, prayer, uncategorized, worship, tagged Associate Professor, beat upon his chest, Bible, calm in his heart, church, contrasted, dregs in his cup, eyes downward, Florida, friend, go to meeting, God, grace, heaven's smile, highest perch, Hobe Sound Bible College, honest spirit, humble, humble pie, justified his soul, look up, lowly ground, measures all things, mercy, petty piousness, poem, profound, simple, sinner, temple, temple talk, worship on November 19, 2008| Leave a Comment »
He went into the temple
Where you’d think one could look up.
But his attitude was humble,
He saw “dregs” in his cup.
He asked God for mercy;
He beat upon his chest,
Called himself a sinner
(Not better than the rest).
He cast his eyes downward,
They sought the lowly ground.
But God, who measures all things:
The simple, the profound,
Liked his honest spirit,
Heard his call and cry,
Knew he meant his temple-talk,
Knew it more than “humble pie,”
And justified his soul;
He went back to his own place,
With a calm in his heart,
And heaven’s smile upon his face.
Friend, the next time you go to meeting,
The next time you’re in church
Avoid petty piousness,
Avoid the highest perch.
Look at God, worship Him,
And see yourself contrasted,
As this man of old did.
His grace has ever lasted. – eab, 5/2000
Written while Associate Professor Bible at Hobe Sound Bible College, Florida