No Wiser

Today is the first day of the rest of your life!

“And so what,” the drunk said,

          eyes all black, nose all red,

“Drink and be merry, you’ll soon be dead.”

 

“Let me worry about that,”

Smirked the youth as he sat;

“The world owes me a living.” 

He laid down on a mat.

 

“Another day to make money,”

Scrooge replied, not being funny.

“The dollar’s the thing,

Make piles while it’s sunny.”

 

So the drunk, the youth, the miser

Go on no sharper, no wiser,

Claiming the day

That belonged to the Master.  –eab, 3/1974

Written while principal of Wyandot Christian School in northern Ohio.

 

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Home Church School

God planned that man should have a wife,

And a shelter be their home.

That they should have children who would

Grow and likewise roam.

And these in turn should also learn, and a

Race thus should grow.

The home thus is the hub of life,

Because God made it so.

 

The true church (we know) is the body below,

Of Christ, in our day.

And forms the bride of the Lamb,

Holy, in every way.

Those who have tried to stamp, out its lamp

Have failed and always will.

God is not dead, as some have said;

He isn’t even ill!

 

The Christian school is a mighty tool,

For Jesus and the right.

Where every class is always taught,

In the Scripture’s holy light.

The devils fight to shut them tight,

And put them out of gear.

But God is on our side,

So pray on and never fear.

 

The Christian schools are not for fools,

Who deny that there’s a God.

But they point Him to exist from the stars,

Down to the sod.

May our God bless, W.C.S.,

With students who win souls,

And dash them in ‘mongst needy men,

From the equator to the poles.             -eab, ’73 Oct

 

Written while I was principal of Wyandot Christian School in Ohio. 

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They Came

They came.

They came on camels – (probably),

Lumbering hoofed ships,

On a shifting, sandy sea (wind, lea).

 

They gave.

Three tokens at least (myrrh, “gum,” gold),

Presents for the King,

In royal David’s household (foretold).

 

They left.

A different way. (Don’t all men?)

Time’s most Focal Point,

Confronts, converts, men from sin (Within).

 

But wait!

Were their gifts alive? (flesh, blood, soul?)

To hearken is best;

Obedience gains the goal (Not dole).

 

Dear Lord,

Accept these our gifts (howe’er fine)

Earth’s joys signed below.

Make them God forever Thine (Not mine).

 

E. Andrew 9, Lincoln S. 6, Laura C. 3,

Heather Colwell born Nov. 6th, wt 9# 1/2 oz

            In loving gratitude, Unselfish Lord

            Use our sons and daughters to spread Thy Word. – eab, 12/73

 

Written while principal of Wyandot Christian School and living at 205 Goodbread Street, Nevada, OH. 

 

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Faith

I’ve never been to Bethlehem,

Nor walked by Galilee.

And the hills that knew my blessed Lord,

I may never live to see. 

But I’ve tried to trace His footsteps,

Across the Sacred Page. 

And by faith, I know He rules today,

As He has in every age.

 

O, Faith, faith without it, 

You just cannot please the Lord.

Have faith, faith, to doubt it, 

Brother, you cannot afford.

For faith is the substance

Of things hoped for and yet not seen.

And lack of faith is why the church is so awfully lean.

                                                                         –eab, 11/1973   

 

Written while principal of Wyandot Christian School in Ohio

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