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Give us ways of worshiping the Master,

          Grant us ways.

In these days of rushing ever faster,

          Restless days.

Urge us upward through the clamoring din,

          Ever onward.

Till upward pulling You bring us in,

To brightest heaven, banished of sin,

To mansions prepared for mere men. 

          Pull us upward.

 

Draw us nearer to Your Father heart,

          Bring us nearer.

Become dearer; not farther apart,

          Always dearer.

Make my soul a simple scrap of steel,

          Work my soul.

Make it sensitive to feel,

The attraction so real

Wood, hay, & stubble from me magnetically peel

          Tug on my soul.

 

I pray Thee let us hear Thy calling voice,

          O, pray Thee.

Let us serve Thee by eternal choice,

          Selflessly serve.

Soon tomorrow will beckon in haste,

          Timeless tomorrow.

Help us so live that when we are faced,

With the record we have fixed in place,

Our sojourn will not be a useless disgrace,

          Has’en tomorrow.           

 – eab, 6/80

Written while pastoring Christ Church – Bible Methodist, Friendsvill, TN

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A lone walnut chanced to drop upon the sod alone,

Where it seemed to lie and simply rot, quietly, forlorn.

Its form was changed, its symmetry gone.

Its kernel worthless to eat,

What an untimely end thus to met.

 

Deep inside its little heart new life was beginning.

Oh, for a fresh start (another game – not a new inning).

A root from it ranged, a shoot saw the dawn,

A tree, from apparent loss.

Victory is always worth the cross.  – eab, 1/16/78

Written while working with Christ College in Friendsville, TN  

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Seed produces a certain kind of harvest.

                – From a sermon of H. Robb French

 

Holy Ghost represents the power of the God Head.

                – From a sermon of H. Robb French

 

Was Pentecost a special day?  No, it was a specimen day.

                – From a sermon of H. Robb French

 

We never give to God, we invest.

                – From a sermon of H. Robb French

H (Hamilton) Robb French was born this day in Denver, CO.  He graduated from Trevecca College (Nashville, TN) in 1915 and went on to become one of the most clear voices for heart purity in the 20th century.  I knew him personally and found him to be the most godly man I ever knew. 

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A carpenter’s Son!  No, no, not that One.

Though of Joseph’s wife He was born.

Though a chisel He knew,

And when He used it chips flew,

He was to more than lumber adorn.

 

Nazareth, you say!  The answer is nay!

Though He lived there as a mere boy,

Though His sandals and feet,

Left their prints in its street.

Bethlehem was the city of first joy.

 

Joses’ Brother!  No, He’s some Other.

Though that is how it’s made to seem,

Though they had common blood,

One’s dad came from Adam’s “mud,”

The Other’s Father from beyond stars’ gleam.

 

An unlearned Rebel!  Nay, He was able

(Though He never sat in their schools

Though from doctor He’d not,

Learned their tittle and their jot)

He, time after time, corrected their rules.

 

Trials and a slur, contributions were,

Though Christ’s life had a constant tone,

Though anguished in His soul,

He held to His only goal,

And let false opinions die on their own.  –eab, 12/78

 

Written when I was working with Christ College and Christ Academy in Blount Co., TN.

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Before the fall of satanic force,

When lucifer fell from realms of right,

Christ was totally in charge, of course,

The Commander of pre-sunshine light.

 

When Eden and its surroundings greened,

Immediately, to the Master’s phrase.

From the Scriptures, it is easily gleaned,

Christ was there, in His Creative days.

 

When Christ, the Commoner, graced the stall,

The sheep, nor their shepherds understood,

That the coming of this Newborn, small,

Would be to all humanities good.

 

Many years there lived and labored hard,

The Carpenter of Nazareth town.

Learned the trade without quota or card,

Before He laid all the mallets down.

 

Christ the Compassionate, He became;

Easing the ill ones, touching the blind,

Going where mortals were halt or lame,

Leaving a trail of walkers behind.

 

Sinful men rejected His teaching.

They schemed, and connived and even lied.

Pilate’s water could do no bleaching,

When Jesus died: Christ the Crucified.

 

The grave was guarded.  The stone? Immense.

Even the Roman seal was in place.

Then Christ, the Conqueror, came from hence,

Vanquishing death, when met face to face.

 

He came, He left, He will soon appear,

Forever, to be in fullest charge!

Christ the Commander, without a fear,

Ruling then, the universe-at-large.

 

Commander, Creator, Commoner,

Carpenter, Compassionate, all five.

Crucified, and then death’s Conqueror,

Without which there’d be no hope alive.

 

Commander again as once before;

The difference?  The life He lived with man.

That Gift man commemorates of yore.

Praise Him, Laud Him, for this wondrous plan. –eab, 12/76

 

Written while pastor of Christ Church-Bible Methodist and Associate Director of Christ College and Christ Academy, Friendsville, TN. 

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He was laid in a wooden manger.

Played with shavings from the plane;

Knew the smell of cedar – sawn,

Could distinguish the oaken grain.

 

He preached from a wooden sailboat.

Called down Zacchaeus from a tree;

He cursed the fruitless old olive,

And, it dried up thoroughly.

 

He carried a wooden cross.

Than another shouldered the frame.

And since that infamous, ancient day,

Wood, crosses, haven’t been the same–eab, 10/82

 

Written while I pastored Christ Church – Bible Methodist, Friendsville, TN

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Be not angry with aging’s signs;

They’re but mile posts of life.

The fine, quaint lettering, interpret not with sting,
Nor quail from those neat lines

Etched by time’s trusty knife.

 

God in benevolent love,

Loving the yet unborn race,

(Imagine loving unknown, babies and adults full-grown;

Only that God-like feeling from above

Enables man to care for an exposed face!)

 

God could love, lovingly He did,

What only God would do;

He made man so outward signs would show

When life began to reach its “mid,”

The Creator thus hinted what He knew.

 

He could’ve made man and his mate,

To stay lifelong young,

To be in the prime all the time,

With no warnings of the date,

When death’s tolling had begun.

 

Instead, He planned that gradually,

With force, man’s body would signal

An ultimate truth – the passing of youth.

Signs an individual would see,

Inward, outward, very hard to make null.

 

God knew we would rush madly apace,

Be engrossed in buying and selling,

Be coming and going, “to-ing and fro-ing.”

So in wisdom, He planned the face,

As our clock for time-telling.

 

Be glad then for lines that planted

The crow’s feet and smile’s relief.

Your knowing brow signals the NOW,

Of life’s evening rays so well slanted,

And knowing – there need not be grief.  -eab, 7/80

 

written in Friendsville, Tennessee

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