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  1. godsgurlie_077

    This I know by E. Margaret Clarkson

    by godsgurlie_077
    • 3 replies
    • 11.9k views

    As I read this poem I started crying because Someone so perfect loves me inspite of who I am and that is a sinner saved by grace. I do not know what next may come Across my pilgrim way; I do not know tomorrow's road, Nor see beyond today. But this I know --my SAVIOUR knows The path I cannot see; And I can trust His wounded hand To guide and care for me. I do not know what may befall, Of sunshine or of rain; I do not know what may be mine, Of pleasure and of pain; But this I know -- my SAVIOUR knows And whatsoe'er it be Still I can trust his love to give What will be best for me. I do not know what may await, Or what the morrow brings; But with th…

    Jerry
    Last reply by Jerry,
  3. tarbox7

    What Ever Happened To Christmas? 1 2 3

    by tarbox7
    • 42 replies
    • 10.5k views

    　 COMMENTARY BY MILTON LOPEZ DELGADO Another year has come gone. The frantic shopping frenzy and stampedes for the best bargains in the stores are over. We must, however, do what we must to keep: "The True Spirit of Christmas" alive in our hearts and minds every day instead of just once a year. Sadly, and perhaps to the dismay of many believers, people have once again decorated their homes, gardens, decks, and porches displaying the wanders of the Holiday Season and the Radio Stations aired all the traditional holidays songs we've heard over and over again, most of which about fictional stories and imaginary characters that have nothing to do with the true meaning of Ch…

    Ukulelemike
    Last reply by Ukulelemike,
  4. Jerry

    I've Found The Pearl Of Greatest Price

    by Jerry
    • 2 replies
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    I've Found The Pearl Of Greatest Price (Lyrics: John Mason) I?ve found the Pearl of greatest price, My heart doth sing for joy; And sing I must, for Christ is mine! Christ shall my song employ. Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King; My Prophet full of light, My great High Priest before the throne, My King of heav?nly might. For He indeed is Lord of lords, And He the King of kings; He is the Sun of Righteousness, With healing in His wings. Christ is my Peace; He died for me, For me He shed His blood; And as my wondrous Sacrifice, Offered Himself to God. Christ Jesus is my All in all, My Comfort and my Love, My Life below, and He shall be My Joy …

    tenderhearted
    Last reply by tenderhearted,
  5. pixie

    Favorite Quotes: 1 2 3

    by pixie
    • 39 replies
    • 3.7k views

    LIve in fear of loss,and you fear to live.---unknown author

    pep_3000
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  6. John Young

    "What I know about Life and Death."

    by John Young

    Life and Death Before I lived I did not wish for life; yet now that I live I do not wish for death. Yet both come unbidden and sudden. As I wait for sleep, I toss and turn with the realization: I am alive and will cease to be. Death will come upon me just as it has to all life before me. What does death have in store for me? Before I lived I had no thought of such things. There was no fear for there was no me... that I can recall. Will it be as it was before? Before life. Before me. Before my existence in this life? Will death restore me to the state I was in before life? Or is death just a stepping stone to another new life? Is death only the removal of my livi…

    Saintnow
    Last reply by Saintnow,
  7. Standing Firm In Christ

    A Rose Has Faded

    by Standing Firm In Christ
    • 9 replies
    • 3.2k views
    lowlyservant
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  8. abtrenholm

    The Eye of Faith, a story about George Mueller

    by abtrenholm
    • 1 reply
    • 2.7k views

    The Eye of Faith It was a Wednesday afternoon. Shrouded in a dense fog, a large steamer edged slowly forward off the coast of Newfoundland, its foghorn crying out somber notes of warning. The captain--near exhaustion from lack of sleep--was startled by a gentle tap on his shoulder. He fumed and found himself face-to-face with an old man in his late seventies. The old man said, "Captain, I have come to tell you that I must be in Quebec on Saturday afternoon." The captain pondered for a moment, and then snorted, "Impossible." "Very well," the old man responded, "if your ship can't take me, God will find some other means to take me. I have never broken a…

    Jerry
    Last reply by Jerry,
  9. a_frantz

    Hell Hounds Unleashed: A Poem I Wrote; You Will Recognize The Perpetrators

    by a_frantz
    • 10 replies
    • 2.5k views
    No Nicolaitans
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  10. irishman

    Limericks

    by irishman
    • 1 reply
    • 2.5k views

    Limericks I once knew a man named Earl, Who married a countrified girl; His son was named Jake, His daughter, a snake, And she was the family pearl! There once was a man from ‘Orleans Who thrived on bananas and beans; He grew so small, He was nothing at all; Then he fell through a hole in his jeans! There was a kid on my bus Who never made much of a fuss; He surprised us one day When he stood up to say, “Wanna hear how good I kin cuss?” There was a man from Kalamazoo Who always had nothing to do; He got so bored, He went out of his gourd, And died of the “lambuckaroo.” There was a man from Sarongue, Who had a very unruly tongue, He raised t…

    irishman
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  11. julisback

    book suggestions 1 2

    by julisback

    Hi, could you suggest any good books for me. Easy to read. I like Max Lucado's books a lot.

    Invicta
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  12. Jerry

    But We See Jesus By Annie Johnson Flint

    by Jerry
    • 3 replies
    • 2.3k views

    But We See Jesus "I don't look back, God knows the fruitless efforts, The wasted hours, the sinning, the regrets, I leave them all with Him who blots the record, And mercifully forgives, and then forgets. I don't look forward, God sees all the future, The road that, short or long, will lead me home, And He will face with me its every trial, And bear for me the burdens that may come. But I look up - into the face of Jesus, For there my heart can rest, my fears are stilled, And there is joy, and love, and light for darkness, And perfect peace, and every hope fulfilled." ~Annie Johnson Flint~

    irishman
    Last reply by irishman,
  13. willy1968

    Childlike Faith! 1 2

    by willy1968
    HappyChristian
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  14. irishman

    The Pronoun Family

    by irishman
    • 0 replies
    • 2.2k views

    I also have a few secular poems, like the one posted. The Pronoun Family “Her” and “She” two sisters be, Of the grammar clan, Pronoun family. “Us” and “we” two brothers be, by the Pronoun family tree. “Her” and “She” had a brother “He”, Together were a family three; Now “us” loved “Her” and “We” loved “She”, But neither one was loved by brother “He”. So, marriage took place, a time of glee, For “Us” and “Her” and “we” and “She.” “Us” and “Her” soon had little “Me,” While “We” and “She” had little “Tee”! (He was an odd one in the family lot, For in Pronoun family, he found no spot; Though hard he tried in it to fit, He had to change his name to “It”.…

    irishman
    Last reply by irishman,
  15. WellWithMySoul

    Were You There?

    by WellWithMySoul
    • 2 replies
    • 2.2k views

    Were You There? Were you there over Two thousand years ago? Were you in His thoughts and did He know Of you when He conquered the evil foe? 　 O yes! I was there For His love encompassed me I was in His heart as His love for all Nailed Him to that old rugged tree. 　 Did you see His eyes piercing yours As He hung so painfully there? Did you count the countless sins He took upon Himself to bear? 　 O yes! I was there For His love encompassed me I was in His heart as His love for all Nailed Him to that old rugged tree. 　 Prostrate at the foot of the cross Did y…

    Invicta
    Last reply by Invicta,
  16. Wannason2

    Homeless Blues

    by Wannason2
    • 2 replies
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    irishman
    Last reply by irishman,
  17. Starward

    The Old Church Clerk

    by Starward
    • 2 replies
    • 2.1k views

    The Lord has blessed these many years, and I am growing old. The twilight calls my spirit, as these memories unfold. Leaving behind all worldly things, I say my finest work was in the job that I have cherished long: our church's clerk. Here, in this little building that has stood a century, I kept the records of our fellowship for all to see. Our heritage is precious. Over by that one side door, Gramps Davis told us how he lived through Shiloh, in the War. Each harvest time, our Sunday School put on a jubilee--- fried chicken and the fixin's underneath that yonder tree. And Brother Robertson was always first to sneak som…

    DaveW
    Last reply by DaveW,
  18. PreacherBen

    Deeper, Still

    by PreacherBen
    • 2 replies
    • 2.1k views

    Deeper, Still My troubles seemed to overwhelm, Why must things seem so ill? I cried out, "Oh, how deep my wounds," But his love was deeper, still. My debt hung over like a cloud, How could I pay this bill? "Lord, I've reached my lowest point!" But his love was deeper, still. My heart was aching for relief Who can this hunger fill? "Must emptiness be always here?" But his love was deeper, still. My journey seemed too much for me, As if twas all up hill. "My energy is tapped, I'm spent!" But his love was deeper, still. My eyes then lifted from my lot, And gazed upon a hill, "Lord, you gave all, for one like me?" But his love was deeper, still. So …

    Jim_Alaska
    Last reply by Jim_Alaska,
  19. God_is_good

    To My Little Sister

    by God_is_good
    • 10 replies
    • 2.1k views

    How do you love a persson Who never got to be, Or try again to see a face You never got to see? How do you mourn the death of one Who never got to live? When there's nothing to feel good about And nothing to forgive? I love you, little sister, You're a person of the wind, Free to be the memory Of all that might have been. I love you,little sister, My companion of the night, Wandering through my lonely hours, Beautiful and bright. What does it mean to die before You ever can be born, To live the lonely night of life And never see the dawn? Ah! My little sister, You lived like anyone! Life's a burst of joy and pain, And then, like yours, …

    God_is_good
    Last reply by God_is_good,
  20. Jerry

    Death Meets His Match

    by Jerry
    • 1 reply
    • 2.1k views

    Death Meets His Match Father Time met pale King Death Sittin' by a tomb. "Hello, old friend, I guess you're here To seal somebody's doom." "You might say that," sly Death replied. A smile slid up his face. "Inside reposes that Jesus man Who said He'd save the race." "And you, Time, why you stoppin' here? Don't you have things to do?" "I come each day to draw the veil And let the mornin' through." "Say, why you watchin' jus' one grave, With all your vast domain? Looks like you'd be out ramblin' round And smitin' folks with pain." "Well, this one's somethin' special. He challenged me, they say. Said He'd rest here just three days Then stir and walk …

    lettheredeemedsayso
    Last reply by lettheredeemedsayso,
  21. irishman

    Boggle Woggle

    by irishman
    • 4 replies
    • 2.1k views

    Boggle Woggle (Rhythm) Boggle woggle dim bat, To loo skidoo; Topmo,tipbo, Lam-buckaroo. Dizna, Womba loo izzy nu; Talimo, dalimo, Sil-man-du. Gimbo, tanla, Umbafalagee, Togo, ladma, Tee rulu vee. Gamby, ramulo, Boo rut hue; Ambrig, autlig, Par de coo. Pardy, heluma Salva refue; Dolomus, julabim, T’ jummer kue. Adma, tedium, Shelp, hum set; O le mar, so mee ac, Pota humba weck. Bumduzzle, bumduzzle, Too la rue, Agropathy, agropathy, Lam-buckaroo. Shewagassee, numdoozle, Tele manatoo; Higloth, midloe, Ambigil-tu.

    irishman
    Last reply by irishman,
  22. Orval

    Book preview

    by Orval

    I have debated on whether to share one of my passions with the readers here in the forum. I have written this introduction a couple of times and then deleted it and even now not sure I will post it. My belief that Historical Baptists are the final line of defense in the preservation of historical Christianity is not born of love for Baptist preachers and Baptist institutions, my passion comes from being a student of Baptist History. I am not claiming (now would I ever do so) to be an expert on our Baptist history but I have read and studied it much and am convinced that the distinctives we hold as Historic Baptists are the same distinctives that Christ tau…

    Invicta
    Last reply by Invicta,
  23. Jerry

    He Goes Before

    by Jerry
    • 2 replies
    • 2k views

    [b]He Goes Before[/b] Dark is the sky! and veiled the unknown morrow! Dark is life's way, for night is not yet o'er; The longed-for glimpse I may not meanwhile borrow; But, this I know and trust, HE GOES BEFORE. Dangers are near! and fears my mind are shaking; Heart seems to dread what life may hold in store; But I am His---He knows the way I'm taking, More blessed even still---HE GOES BEFORE. Doubts cast their weird, unwelcome shadows o'er me, Doubts that life's best---life's choicest things are o'er; What but His Word can strengthen, can restore me, And this blest fact; that still HE GOES BEFORE. HE GOES BEFORE! Be this my consolation! He goes befo…

    mercytruth
    Last reply by mercytruth,
  24. ldonjohn

    Do You See the Nails?-A Story about the Cross

    by ldonjohn
    • 1 reply
    • 2k views

    I wrote this story for my 6 year old granddaughter and to my surprise she read about half way through it before she asked me to finish reading it to her. She really liked it. I have shared it with others on another Christian Forum. I have received both negative and positive responses from readers. My hope is that this story might be used to help children understand the Gospel. Some might find it to be silly or a waste of time, or that it does not make sense, and that’s OK with me. This story is about a boy whose name was “Itzak,” a Hebrew name that means laughter. When Itzak was a little boy his mother took him to church most Sundays where he heard about Jesus.…

    ldonjohn
    Last reply by ldonjohn,
  25. weary warrior

    The Dust of Your Trail

    by weary warrior
    • 4 replies
    • 1.9k views

    The dust of your trail is your own with it's cloying, it's coating and cling. The warmth of your smile I might share for a while But the dust of your trail is your own The song in your heart is your own with it's words, it's rhythm and rhyme When you sing to the skies I might harmonize But the song in your heart is your own The scars on your soul are your own with their blisters, their burning and blame with tears in my eyes I might sympathize But the scars on your soul are your own The life that you live is your own with its jolting, it's journey and joy As best that…

    Orval
    Last reply by Orval,
  26. WellWithMySoul

    Father's Day Letter

    by WellWithMySoul
    • 1 reply
    • 1.9k views

    I wrote this "letter" to my sons for Father's Day...with a genuine heart, I hope it is a blessing of God's grace and mercy to any readers of it! ****** My dearest sons... Yes, tis me yet again...the blessed Spirit has prodded me to share with you once more. I've said most everything already in the past, but just wanted to reiterate because my heart is full with it. You are each one wonderful dads, and unique in your own way with your sons. I have a lot of respect for the love that you have for them. My precious, precious grandsons! My son's sons! I'm so proud of all of you, and pray continually for you. My pride and my joy! What can I say more? I'm ve…

    Alan
    Last reply by Alan,


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