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  1. Jerry

    The End Of The Fight

    by Jerry

    The End Of The Fight This world is getting darker; The saints are in disarray; The trials seem almost endless, And we long for the break of day - A time of no more struggles, No more warring with this world, No more wrestling with the darkness - Into Hell, Satan will be hurled. Chorus: Oh, Jesus is coming again To judge the children of men; Then our Saviour will reign - The King of kings from Jerusalem. There'll be no more reason to fight; No more need to lead to higher ground. That's the end of the night; The final division of lost and found. Faith will be turned into sight, And we can lay our armour down; All the wrongs will…

    Jerry
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  3. Jerry

    Love Broke Through

    by Jerry

    Been so long since posting here, hope I remember how to format posts properly. I have not written much these last few years, but I think this was my second to last poem/song. Love Broke Through I left my shelter, wandered out into harm; My faith grew so weak in the path of the storm. A trial of my choosing; no one else to blame; But His love broke through when I called on His name. Chorus: Love broke through the clouds, Love scattered the rain; God’s love brought healing in the midst of my pain. When the wind and the waves were all I could view, Jesus calmed the storm, and His love broke through. The wind rose so sudden, the thunder now roared; I was all but…

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  4. Jerry

    I Am Jesus

    by Jerry

    I Am Jesus I Am the Good Shepherd; I gave My life for My sheep. I Am the Resurrection and the Life - Your comfort when you weep. I Am the Light of the World That shines upon you each day - In this perilous journey of life, I Am the only Way. I Am the True Vine - There is no real living apart from Me. I Am the Door of Salvation; Eternal life is knowing Me. I Am the Messiah, who died From sin to set you free; For everything you are searching for - I that speak to you Am He. I Am the Bread of Life On which your soul can feed. I Am That I Am - …

    Jerry
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  5. Jerry

    Through Darkened Skies

    by Jerry

    Through Darkened Skies When once bright prospects now seem so dim, And thoughts of the future appear so grim - You feel your steps start to falter and fail; Your life now seems so much more uncertain, You can’t see what lies beyond the curtain - Anchor your faith steadfast within the veil. With storm clouds racing across the sky Sudden waves of doubt and fear draw nigh - So soon your day has turned to darkest night; Testing will come, but don’t light your own way, Hold tightly to God’s Word, trust and obey - Choose this day to walk by faith, and not by sight. With the very own Author of our faith, As our example to run in this race - …

    Jerry
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  6. Jerry

    Faith To Face

    by Jerry

    Faith To Face Looking through a glass darkly, I find many things hard to explain, But as I steadfastly gaze within God's Word, The Lord makes all things plain. Faith to faith is what I'm living. Day by day, I learn to see, In a life that's so uncertain, I know that Jesus still walks with me. Faith means I learn to trust Him And forget walking by sight. As I'm filled with His peace and wisdom, God's Word lights up the night. Faith to face, it's a tiring journey, Walking through this pilgrim land. Though I cannot see around every corner, I'm clinging tightly to my Saviour's hand. He's preparing me for service, Enabling me t…

    Jerry
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  7. Bouncing Bill

    Memories of Prague

    by Bouncing Bill
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    Sometime I read a paragraph or a poem that really speaks to me. The following poem expresses my feelings. My wife and I spent varying lengths of time, from 90 days to 10 months, each year from 2005 to 2013 in Prague. We worked as volunteers at the International Baptist Theological Seminary. Prague is a wonderful city. It was not damaged in World War II and is the way Europe used to be before that war. The author, Petr Ginz, died in the Terezin Concentration camp. Memories of Prague How long since I last saw The sun sink low behind Petrin hill? With tearful eyes I gazed at you, Prague, Enveloped in your evening shadows. How long since …

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  8. Jerry

    He Restoreth My Soul

    by Jerry

    He Restoreth My Soul Gently guiding, prompting, leading this wandering sheep back into the fold; By the streams of living waters, in the pathways that are old; Resting, restoring, renewing for my spirit that once was so dry; Graceful showers of blessing falling, Refreshing from the Lord on High. From strength to strength, my Lord is leading, preparing my heart and showing the way; From my shadows into His presence, His Word shines out as clear as day; From weak and faltering footsteps, to steadfast assurance as I pray; His Spirit is there to remind me, His strength is sufficient for today. …

    Jerry
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  9. ldonjohn

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

    by ldonjohn
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    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.…

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  10. Bouncing Bill

    Limerick

    by Bouncing Bill
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    “There was a young fellow from Crewe, Who found a dead mouse in his stew. Said the waiter, ‘Don’t shout And wave it about, Or the others will want one too.' " [poet … unknown]

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  11. LYDIA WESTERN

    Surrender

    by LYDIA WESTERN

    Surrender Askest Thou me, "Stretch forth thy knife"? Slay my friend and take from me this precious life? Laid still and bound on altar of stone, She there, and I upon a mountain top alone. For this dear friend I prayed, And now my God must take away? Stretch forth my hand and slay? Beloved friend upon this altar laid? Surrender, what does it mean? A terrible, unjust thing it seems, To human eyes who only now sees pain, Of human hearts now rent in twain. I cannot slay! No strength in me remains, For here I am upon his mountain top again. A well worn path of many years, This track of dust and tears. It seems I've felt that every path, …

    Jerry
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  12. Jerry

    Through Darkened Skies

    by Jerry

    This is the first poem I’ve written in probably 11 years. Angela Trenholm helped me iron out some of the wording this morning. I hope it is a blessing and a reminder where to keep our focus in these trying times. Through Darkened Skies When once bright prospects now seem so dim, And thoughts of the future appear so grim - You feel your steps start to falter and fail; Your life now seems so much more uncertain, You can’t see what lies beyond the curtain - Anchor your faith steadfast within the veil. With storm clouds racing across the sky Sudden waves of doubt and fear draw nigh - So soon your day has turned to darkest night; Testing will come, but don’…

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  13. tarbox7

    What Ever Happened To Christmas? 1 2 3

    by tarbox7
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    　 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…

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  14. Bouncing Bill

    Here is how writing really works

    by Bouncing Bill
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    I have found this all too true. Writing is hard work. Perhaps this should have been put under humor. You know often we have a choice of crying or laughing. I prefer laughing.

    Ukulelemike
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  15. LYDIA WESTERN

    THE MISTY FLATS

    by LYDIA WESTERN
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    THE MISTY FLATS Wilt thou stumble, O blinded man? For shadowed mists about thy feet, That wrap around thy head and sweep, The darkness of thy mistful land. The enemy robs thee of thy whelps, Wrapped in tranquil ashen o'er thy sleep, And never mourns thy sunless head nor sees, Such vulpine robbers by thee knelt. Nor heeds alarm from higher ground, When from some clearer hill is seen, The outline of an enemy, That mocked thy denial and plundering,found. How terrifying more thy misty paths! When stumbling at some darkened tree, Wist not it was thine enemy, But crushed some frightening sense of harm. And thou, O Christian, blissfu…

    LYDIA WESTERN
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  16. LYDIA WESTERN

    Jordan

    by LYDIA WESTERN
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    JORDAN As I stand in Jordan’s claven depths, Make, O Lord, my death another’s spring That they might live and joyful sing Of Canaan’s shore and deeper rest. Waters of Adam piled on an heap, Whilst prayers upon my slurring lips And tears upon my baby cheeks Wet rocks beneath my tired feet. Standing still, no place to go? O Lord, a dead man cannot move, But waits thy blessings yet to prove And prays though emptied of my flow. Dry as the rocks beneath my feet But praying as the priests beneath the ark, Though caring naught but to depart When standing ‘side my Jordan heap. …

    LYDIA WESTERN
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  17. LYDIA WESTERN

    My Anchor Holds

    by LYDIA WESTERN
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    My Anchor Holds Where troubled sea and billow form, There is a Rock within thy storm. When lovers fall as each new tear, The moments taken and stolen years, There is a cleft below thy waves, A love secure with each new day. When upon life's changing waves, We fear our ship might drift away, An anchor is caste behind thy bow, So little, and no strength. But now, It sinks below a mighty storm, Tossing,betrayal, weariness formed. And finds its rest within a cleft, This riven Rock, and there to rest. Faith,like lonely little anchors. Caste, But knows this Rock to hold them fast. …

    LYDIA WESTERN
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  18. LYDIA WESTERN

    Deliver Us, O Lord

    by LYDIA WESTERN
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    Deliver Us, O Lord Deliver us, O Lord, from the snare of the fowler, And silence every noisome pestilence. Quench each fiery dart and take us hence, To deeper rest from hour to hour. Deliver us from fleshly strivings, The torment of our restless souls, That drives away our peace in God, And leaves a soldier's sense of numbing. Deliver us from hardened hearts, That prides a stoic creed, That numbly fights and numbly bleeds, Away each Spirit's sense of love. We would with Thee within the fight, Rest within Thy Spirit, Lord Jesus. Strength to soften, not to harden, The heart that numbed through human might. We would with Thee wit…

    LYDIA WESTERN
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  19. WellWithMySoul

    Dear Any Godly Pastor

    by WellWithMySoul

    Dear Any Godly Pastor Dear Pastor... I am old enough to be your mom! However! I'm NOT too old and I don't have so much more experience in life that I cannot continue to learn. What a blessing it is to hear the instruction of the Word. I have not grown so strong, so knowledgeable, or so wise that I no longer need comfort, encouragement, edification, exhortation, admonition, reproof, rebuke, and correction in righteousness. You see - it never gets old or tiresome to hear the Word with listening ears, ready to receive with an open heart, a message that the Lord has filled your heart with to preach. I sincerely believe that every Spirit-filled message is …

    Pastor Matt
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  20. Angel

    Anyone Interested, I Would Appreciate Feedback on my College English Paper!

    by Angel

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  21. LYDIA WESTERN

    Cherith

    by LYDIA WESTERN
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    Cherith Thy camp is pitched by Cherith stream, The hamlet of thy love, thy means, And running low the crystal drains away, Sinks into the burning sand, the hardened clay. From its waning freshness thy spirit found its share, And foolish fear has told thee thy Jesus doesn’t care. That little shall drain till nothing left But turbid leagues of hearts bereft. Greater eyes have seen the stream has dried, The fainting spirits died. And comes the voice of One beholding, Guiding words, His new unfoldings. Get thee hence, my will is thy supply. Let Cherith’s blessings die, If on…

    LYDIA WESTERN
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  22. Jerry

    Dream Or Reality?

    by Jerry
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    Dream Or Reality? Is it just a distant dream, this vision that I see To know my Heavenly Father as a warm reality? To sense the blessed comfort within His precious Word To know His deep compassion behind each word I've heard. To understand the heart that knows the real me To believe that I'm protected, that He's my security To know that He is near, His Spirit is inside me To believe that He will never leave as a strong certainty. To experience the presence of God that evil cannot harm To give all my cares to Him and rest within His arms To feel His joy and fellowship, His love without an end To know God as my Father and as my trusted frie…

    Alan
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  23. Jerry

    It’s Only After

    by Jerry
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    It's Only After Roses are so beautiful that we forget that thorns cause pain, We often forget that rainbows only come after the rain. Sometimes the sun is hidden when storm clouds are in view, It’s only after the rose is picked that it will bring great joy to you. It’s only after the storm subsides that peace comes to calm the seas, It’s only when the light turns on that the shadow suddenly flees. Sometimes we only learn, to appreciate the light, After walking through the darkness, in what seems like blackest night. It’s often only when you miss someone that their worth is realized, For iron sharpening iron, is a blessing in disguise. You ma…

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  24. Jerry

    Before They Call, I Will Answer

    by Jerry
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    This beautiful story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa... One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator). We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot…

    Alan
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  25. Jerry

    The Old Refiner

    by Jerry
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    The Old Refiner "He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver" (Mal. 3:3). Our Father, who seeks to perfect His saints in holiness, knows the value of the refiner's fire. It is with the most precious metals that the assayer takes the most pains, and subjects them to the hot fire, because such fires melt the metal, and only the molten mass releases its alloy or takes perfectly its new form in the mould. The old refiner never leaves his crucible, but sits down by it, lest there should be one excessive degree of heat to mar the metal. But as soon as he skims from the surface the last of the dross, and sees his own face reflected, he puts out the fire. -- Arthur…

    Jerry
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  26. Jerry

    Immanuel

    by Jerry
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    Immanuel When once I mourned a load of sin; When conscience felt a wound within; When all my works were thrown away; When on my knees I knelt to pray, Then, blissful hour, remembered well, I learned Thy love, Immanuel. When storms of sorrow toss my soul; When waves of care around me roll; When comforts sink, when joys shall flee; When hopeless griefs shall gape for me, One word the tempest's rage shall quell - That word, Thy name, Immanuel. When for the truth I suffer shame; When foes pour scandal on my name; When cruel taunts and jeers abound; When "Bulls of Bashan" gird me round, Secure within Thy tower I'll dwell - That towe…

    Alan
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