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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  

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Bible: to be Read, when you are “Blue,”

          to keep your soul White.  – eab, 12/83

 

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“Whiter Than Snow”  (stanza 1)

Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;
I want Thee forever to live in my soul.
Break down every idol, cast out every foe;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

This was song was written by James Nicholson, a native of Ireland.  He made America his adopted land.  James died this day in Washington DC but was buried back in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where he had worked for the Post Office.

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“Politics, election returns, Associated Press dispatches, questions of reform and many other matters can and will, if we are not careful, become switch-lines to take the Divine electricity out of our souls.”

                   – Beverly Carradine, Heart Talks (Cincinnati: God’s Bible School and College, n.d.), 125.

 

 

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Hypocrite – sinner on the sly,

Who will get found out, bye-n-bye.

Appearances mean much to him,

Wants his soul to look fat – it’s slim.

Such folk don’t go beyond the sky.  -eab, 9/1/08

 

Written at Westfield,Indiana

 

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