Posts Tagged ‘SON’

The greatest audience is not a packed auditorium (humans)


the “Audience” of the Triune God – The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

– eab, 1/1/15

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I am thankful for The TRIUNE God, Eternally Father, Son, and Holy Spirit – Three in One & One in Three!  I love Him.


I am thankful that I married my High School Sweetheart – dated her as a “Junior,” still love her now that I’m a “Senior.” 🙂

I am thankful for two great Bryan sons and two good daughters who used-to-be Bryans.


I am thankful all four are happily married and STILL married to their first mates.


I am thankful for seventeen healthy grandchildren from almost 22 to 2, from AK to OH to VA to Colombia.


I am thankful for a host of friends (some on fb & many not) from the 50’s until now, some saints, some sinners.


AND I am thankful that to all my friends I can recommend my Greatest Friend, Jesus Christ, this Thanksgiving Day.


Blessings on all!                                       – 11/22/12               

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Are you good enough to go above?

So lacking in hate?   So full of love?

Christ only is adequate to save,

To keep us from the eternal grave.

Accept Father, Son, and Holy Dove.

                 – eab, 4/15/11 

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There once was a big guy in Gath,

Who was filled with Philistine wrath,

The Jews had a son of their own,

An expert in slingshot and stone,

Goliath soon died on the path.   – eab, 3/3/05, 1Sa 17.49 

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At times – who can but honestly admit the stage?

The family altar would be calm and dry.

No quiver filled the voice, no moisture trimmed the eye.

Yon Ancient History stayed just that – flat as the page.

Distant battles were read, but did not seem to rage.

Light, the soul of poetry, was not freshly lit.

Finally – devotions closed, they closed with a sigh.


Ah, but those other nights – precious, dear other nights,

In moments for which no dad or moma prepares;

A son [1] leading out in prayer, thanks God for his stairs.

Verses once seen but darkly, take on brighter lights,

God illuminates truth which once held no delights.

His Word will not return to Him void

He Himself, so solemnly declares.         – eab, 9/97

[1] Our second son, Lincoln, about the time he started school, did this – it brought a smile to my praying face and then (as I realized his sincerity) it brought tears to my eyes.  This family altar was on Goodbread Street, Nevada, OH.

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Clear, blue skies over school house roofs,

Literary names and geometric proofs,

The notes of teachers and the student’s goofs,

All and more to remember, from inspiring September.


Corn, brown, tall with tasseled bloom at top,

Apples, ruby red, cider, cream of that crop,

Hickory, butter, walnuts suspended to drop,

These blessings I remember, from joyous October.


Chilly, gray days, bare structured, gray trees,

Sketched by Jack, dewy light panes freeze,

Thank God for bounty, and eat all you please.

Happiness to remember, from great November.


The previous three months spell the word SON.

I’m so glad God had and gave us One.

And when gifts and visiting are all done,

Him I would remember, December till December. – eab, 12/7/70


Written in Paris, Ohio

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