WHEN CHRIST WAS ON EARTH, THE DOGWOOD GREW
TO A TOWERING SIZE WITH A LOVELY HUE.
ITS BRANCHES WERE STRONG AND INTERWOVEN
AND FOR CHRIST'S CROSS ITS TIMBERS WERE CHOSEN.
BEING DISTRESSED AT THE USE OF THIS WOOD,
CHRIST MADE A PROMISE WHICH STILL HOLDS GOOD:
"NOT EVER AGAIN SHALL THE DOGWOOD GROW
TO BE LARGE ENOUGH FOR SUCH A TREE AND SO
SLENDER AND TWISTED IT SHALL ALWAYS BE
WITH CROSS-SHAPED BLOSSOMS FOR ALL TO SEE.
THE PETALS SHALL HAVE BLOODSTAINS MARKED IN
BROWN
AND IN THE BLOSSOM'S CENTER A THORNY CROWN.
ALL WHO SEE IT WILL THINK OF ME,
NAILED TO A CROSS FROM A DOGWOOD TREE.
PROTECTED AND CHERISHED THIS TREE SHALL BE
A REFLECTION TO ALL OF MY AGONY."
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Sunday, October 29, 2017
FELLOWSHIP of the UNASHAMED ( Author Unknown)
I am part of the " Fellowship of the Unashamed." I have Holy Spirit Power. The dye has been
cast. I've stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of His. I won't
look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes
sense and my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, small
planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, mundane talking, chincy giving and
dwarfed goals!
I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits or popularity.
I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live
by presence, lean by faith, love by patience, lift by prayer and labor by power.
My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough,
my companions few, my guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised,
detoured, lured away, turned back, diluted or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice,
hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool
of popularity or meander in the maze of mediocrity.
I won't give up, shut up, let up or burn up till I've preached up, prayed up, paid up, stored
up and stayed up for the cause of Christ.
I am a disciple of Jesus. I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know and
work till He stops.
And when He comes to get His own, He'll have no problems recognizing me. My colors
will be clear.
cast. I've stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of His. I won't
look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes
sense and my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, small
planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, mundane talking, chincy giving and
dwarfed goals!
I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits or popularity.
I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded. I now live
by presence, lean by faith, love by patience, lift by prayer and labor by power.
My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough,
my companions few, my guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised,
detoured, lured away, turned back, diluted or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice,
hesitate in the presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool
of popularity or meander in the maze of mediocrity.
I won't give up, shut up, let up or burn up till I've preached up, prayed up, paid up, stored
up and stayed up for the cause of Christ.
I am a disciple of Jesus. I must go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know and
work till He stops.
And when He comes to get His own, He'll have no problems recognizing me. My colors
will be clear.
Sunday, October 1, 2017
XXXXXXXXXXX ( E.D. )
A LOT OF PEOPLE BLAME GOD FOR EVERYTHING BAD
THAT HAPPENS. OF COURSE THAT IS THE ONLY TIME
THEY REMEMBER HIM.
MAYBE GOD PERMITS THESE THINGS TO HAPPEN SO
WE CAN WAKE UP AND REALIZE THAT WE NEED HIM
AND THAT WITHOUT HIM WE ARE NOTHING.
WHEN WE ARE IN TROUBLE WE ALWAYS TURN TO
HIM BECAUSE IN OUR HEARTS WE KNOW THAT HE
IS THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN HELP US, BUT UN-
GRATEFUL THAT WE ARE, AS SOON AS HE ANSWERS
OUR PRAYERS WE TURN OUR BACK AND FORGET
HIM AGAIN.
HE LOVES US ALL, EACH AND EVERYONE AND WE
BREAK HIS HEART OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN,
WE WANT EVERYTHING FROM HIM, BUT WE GIVE HIM
NOTHING IN RETURN.
THERE IS SO MUCH SIN IN THIS WORLD AND SO MUCH
HATE.
WAKE UP, PEOPLE! NEXT TIME WE MIGHT NOT BE SO
LUCKY.
___________________________
THAT HAPPENS. OF COURSE THAT IS THE ONLY TIME
THEY REMEMBER HIM.
MAYBE GOD PERMITS THESE THINGS TO HAPPEN SO
WE CAN WAKE UP AND REALIZE THAT WE NEED HIM
AND THAT WITHOUT HIM WE ARE NOTHING.
WHEN WE ARE IN TROUBLE WE ALWAYS TURN TO
HIM BECAUSE IN OUR HEARTS WE KNOW THAT HE
IS THE ONLY ONE THAT CAN HELP US, BUT UN-
GRATEFUL THAT WE ARE, AS SOON AS HE ANSWERS
OUR PRAYERS WE TURN OUR BACK AND FORGET
HIM AGAIN.
HE LOVES US ALL, EACH AND EVERYONE AND WE
BREAK HIS HEART OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN,
WE WANT EVERYTHING FROM HIM, BUT WE GIVE HIM
NOTHING IN RETURN.
THERE IS SO MUCH SIN IN THIS WORLD AND SO MUCH
HATE.
WAKE UP, PEOPLE! NEXT TIME WE MIGHT NOT BE SO
LUCKY.
___________________________
Sunday, August 20, 2017
MY MEMORY ( Anonymous )
I'D LIKE THE MEMORY OF ME
TO BE A HAPPY ONE.
I'D LIKE TO LEAVE AN AFTERGLOW
OF SMILES WHEN LIFE IS DONE.
I'D LIKE TO LEAVE AN ECHO
WHISPERING SOFTLY DOWN THE WAYS,
OF HAPPY TIMES AND LAUGHING
TIMES OF BRIGHT AND SUNNY DAYS.
I'D LIKE THE TEARS OF THOSE WHO
GRIEVE, TO DRY BEFORE THE SUN
OF HAPPY MEMORIES THAT I LEAVE
WHEN LIFE IS DONE,
TO BE A HAPPY ONE.
I'D LIKE TO LEAVE AN AFTERGLOW
OF SMILES WHEN LIFE IS DONE.
I'D LIKE TO LEAVE AN ECHO
WHISPERING SOFTLY DOWN THE WAYS,
OF HAPPY TIMES AND LAUGHING
TIMES OF BRIGHT AND SUNNY DAYS.
I'D LIKE THE TEARS OF THOSE WHO
GRIEVE, TO DRY BEFORE THE SUN
OF HAPPY MEMORIES THAT I LEAVE
WHEN LIFE IS DONE,
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
REST IN PEACE (GRACE E. EASLEY)
BOBBY
"REST IN PEACE," HOW MUCH THIS SAYS,
BE FREE OF PAIN NO MORE TO WEEP
FIND JOY THAT NEVER ENDS, POSSESS
NEW LIFE THAT HERE YOU COULD NOT KEEP.
"REST IN PEACE," AND THOUGH WE GRIEVE,
REACHING FOR YOUR HAND IN VAIN,
OUR FAITH IS SUCH THAT WE BELIEVE
THAT ALL OF US SHALL MEET AGAIN.
"REST IN PEACE," THE DRUMS ARE STILL,
THE SMOKE HAS CLEARED, THE BATTLE"S DONE.
AND NOW FOREVER YOURS TO KEEP
THE GOLDEN PRIZE THAT YOU HAVE WON.
AGAINST THE SUNRISE ON THE HILL,
YOUR COLORS WAVE UPON THE BREEZE,
WITH SHIELD OF HONOR, LANCE OF TRUTH,
YOU OVERCAME WITH SUCH AS THESE.
NO DIRGE OF SORROW SHALL WE PLAY,
FOR ONE WHO GOES TO MEET THE LORD.
COULD BUT WE ALL BE HEAVEN"S GUESTS,
AS YOU RECEIVE YOUR JUST REWARD.
DEAR BLESSED SLEEP THAT MERELY MARKS
THE ENDING OF A HOLY QUEST,
YOUR GENTLE TOUCH REMAINS UPON
THE HEARTS OF THOSE WHO LOVED YOU BEST.
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"REST IN PEACE," HOW MUCH THIS SAYS,
BE FREE OF PAIN NO MORE TO WEEP
FIND JOY THAT NEVER ENDS, POSSESS
NEW LIFE THAT HERE YOU COULD NOT KEEP.
"REST IN PEACE," AND THOUGH WE GRIEVE,
REACHING FOR YOUR HAND IN VAIN,
OUR FAITH IS SUCH THAT WE BELIEVE
THAT ALL OF US SHALL MEET AGAIN.
"REST IN PEACE," THE DRUMS ARE STILL,
THE SMOKE HAS CLEARED, THE BATTLE"S DONE.
AND NOW FOREVER YOURS TO KEEP
THE GOLDEN PRIZE THAT YOU HAVE WON.
AGAINST THE SUNRISE ON THE HILL,
YOUR COLORS WAVE UPON THE BREEZE,
WITH SHIELD OF HONOR, LANCE OF TRUTH,
YOU OVERCAME WITH SUCH AS THESE.
NO DIRGE OF SORROW SHALL WE PLAY,
FOR ONE WHO GOES TO MEET THE LORD.
COULD BUT WE ALL BE HEAVEN"S GUESTS,
AS YOU RECEIVE YOUR JUST REWARD.
DEAR BLESSED SLEEP THAT MERELY MARKS
THE ENDING OF A HOLY QUEST,
YOUR GENTLE TOUCH REMAINS UPON
THE HEARTS OF THOSE WHO LOVED YOU BEST.
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