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  1. Jerry

    The Valley Of Faith

    by Jerry
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    The Valley Of Faith (Based on Psalm 23) The Lord is my Shepherd. He’s proven faithful throughout the years. Though I walk through death’s dark valley, His grace calmly soothes all my fears. As I closely follow His leading, He provides for my every need. Oh, the waters are so peaceful, And the pastures are rich indeed! When I get weary and heavy laden, When the labour of love takes its toll, I go to the Shepherd for refreshing, And He gently restores my soul. As I lean upon the Shepherd, He guides me in the path that's right. When the shadows seem so gloomy, The Lord is my Lamp and my Light. The Shepherd's name is so preci…

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  3. Jerry

    The Lord’s Deputy

    by Jerry
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    The Lord's Deputy The Lord’s Deputy stands in the night, face covered by the darkness. At the ready the Lord’s Deputy stands, prepared to defend the weak, help the helpless, and protect the innocent. He knows the risk and understands the dangers around him. He knows he may have to pay the ultimate price, the ultimate sacrifice, he knows he may have to give his life. The Lord’s Deputy is not afraid. His heart is prepared; he is wearing his armor. The Armor is special, different from any other kind of armor ever fashioned. It is stronger than any bulletproof vest, harder than any helmet, more powerful than any weapon. The Lord’s Deputy wears this special ar…

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  4. Jerry

    Sinking In The Mire

    by Jerry
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    Sinking In The Mire Jeremiah 38:6a Then took they Jeremiah, and cast him into the dungeon of Malchiah the son of Hammelech, that was in the court of the prison: and they let down Jeremiah with cords. The prophet Jeremiah's enemies gathered together against him, seeking to put him to death. As a result, he was cast into the dungeon, where he began to sink in the mire. Jeremiah 38:6b And in the dungeon there was no water, but mire: so Jeremiah sunk in the mire. Adversities and afflictions will often seem to rise against us, much like Jeremiah's enemies rose against him. Left with no firm footing, you may find yourself sinking in the mire of despair, ove…

    Alan
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  5. Jerry

    Thirsting In This Wilderness

    by Jerry
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    In 2005, after my Mom died, I spent time with my family attempting to comfort them by preaching about her saving faith at her memorial. I came back so spiritually dry and thirsty from this time, and was unexpectedly empty. I came across these words in Isaiah during my very next Bible reading and they really soothed my soul. Isaiah 41:17-18 When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue faileth for thirst, I the LORD will hear them, I the God of Israel will not forsake them. I will open rivers in high places, and fountains in the midst of the valleys: I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water. As a resu…

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  6. Jerry

    Love Broke Through

    by Jerry
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    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 sinking; my faith came unmoored. A trial to test me – how could I survive? Love broke through and showed me, “My Saviour’s alive!” When loved ones w…

    Alan
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  7. Alan

    Bubbles.

    by Alan
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    Bubbles by Alan As one goes through life, troubles, like bubbles, arise and flow, Turmoil and woe, Friend and Foe Alike flow like bubbles, Bubbles, like troubles, are the woe on man, The curse of sin, Bubbles, like time, wax and wan, rise and fall Though big and complex, like the throes of life, meet man alike Bubble like troubles, are strong and weak to all they meet A wind shall carry, all alike, from start to finish. Though alike in form, the end is not norm, for all bubbles. To prove t…

    Alan
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  8. EvangAlived

    Daughters Eve'n (a poem) ... free to distribute

    by EvangAlived
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    Daughters Eve'n O Hushhhhh, ye Daughters Eve'n -- Now come!, Draw close., Now closer 'till, gathering 'round about Me, being reverent, finding quiet – still … Now well hearken to My prudent words, to the silver-aged counsel of thy Mother – “Wisdom - wise”; Take stock., Be sure. Seeing alway, that ye are ne'er sage, not clean, nor righteous, “in thine own eyes”. For all such vainglory is e'er unbecoming; yet now mindfully keep foremost the one encompassing, yea, all-important thing, 'tis that Christ Jesus, upon the cross, died for precious you – Wonder and Marvel! at such unfathomable love that God has toward the …

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  9. WellWithMySoul

    Were You There?

    by WellWithMySoul
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    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
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  10. Marilyn C

    God`s Tapestry.

    by Marilyn C
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    This is a poem my mother taught me. I think it is from Scotland. `Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttle cease to fly, Will God unfold His wisdom, and explain the reason why, The dark threads are as needful, in the weaver`s skilful hands, As the threads of gold and silver, in the pattern He has planned.` `For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son,...` (Rom. 8: 29) Marilyn.

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  11. weary warrior

    Be Still

    by weary warrior

    An article I wrote awhile back... A CD player and radio in the car, a television in the living room and two or more computers place strategically throughout the house. A DVD player, a VCR and perhaps an Xbox or Wii may also be present just to round things out. If it is a Christian, conservative home, the music will be godly and classical, the movies are clean, wholesome and family oriented and the computer will be used for business, e-mail, Facebook and research for homeschool. The radio, of course, will be tuned only to conservative news, talk radio and Rush Linbaugh, Dave Ramsey, et al. There will be lots of books, tapes, DVD’s and CD’s full of preaching, Bi…

    Marilyn C
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  12. weary warrior

    Tonight Folds In

    by weary warrior
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    Tonight folds in on its own gentle self like a rich, dark tapestry muting life's cacophony offering respite to the child of the soil and gently placing the day's earthly toil on tomorrow's waiting shelf SDN

    Marilyn C
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  13. weary warrior

    The Corridor of Time

    by weary warrior
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    Long is the corridor of recognized time. Birthing a history omniscient and blind bendable, biddable winding and hazy seducing a people both ruthless and lazy with perceptions of truth more real than the truth of their perceptions

    Marilyn C
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  14. Musician4God1611

    Purposing My Mouth

    by Musician4God1611
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    A problem I find For from the abundance But it is not my desire, For my heart leads my mouth; As I go through my life; Of the heart doth it speak: So what is it then? In God's Word we can see it. My mouth is the cause The murmurings, disputings, What would thus cause me Yet my heart is not led, Of an abundance of strife. Criticizing the weak. To…

    DaveW
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  15. PreacherBen

    Deeper, Still

    by PreacherBen
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    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
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  16. Starward

    The Old Church Clerk

    by Starward
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    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
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  17. Starward

    Jesus, All Alone

    by Starward
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    View Edit [for Lady Certainly] That night, we swore our faithfulness unto the very end. We all spoke in a proud, courageous tone. Bu when the temple guards came, armed, into Gethsemane, we ran. He had to face them all alone. Three years we walked with Him. We saw the miracles He did. His Words had brought us joy as never known in all the world before those days. Despite all He had done for us, we left Him standing there alone. Three trials, before priests, prince, and governor; and then the scourge that flayed His skin, and…

    Alan
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  18. Starward

    Gadara

    by Starward
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    Be gone, Rabbi, nor interfere again. What had they done, them pigs, what was their sin against you that you could not leave them be? Now get you hence. Go back to Galilee--- we hear they still appreciate your pearls of wit, there. Preach to hicks and barefoot girls, tax men and harlots---all those have believed your words. Around here, shall we be deceived? One question, though---was that man's life so fine, so meaningful, you had to drown our swine to save him? Did you not compute the cost of wasting hogs to spare a man that lost? We do not want you here, despite your powers. Your values just are not the same as ours. Starward

    Alan
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  19. weary warrior

    The Dust of Your Trail

    by weary warrior
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    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
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  20. Alan

    My Bible

    by Alan
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    I saw this poem in the March 10, 2017, Vol. LXXXIII, No. 5, issue of 'The Sword of the Lord.' The Poem did not list any credits, or an author, and may be found on page 3, under, 'For Preachers.' My Bible Though the cover is worn And the pages are torn And though places bear traces of tears, Yet more precious than gold Is the Book, worn and old, That can shatter and scatter my fears. When I prayerfully look In the precious old Book, As my eyes scan the pages I see Many tokens of love From the Father above …

    Alan
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  21. 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
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  22. Alan

    An Hymn to the Evening

    by Alan
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    Phillis Wheatley, (1754?-1784), was a negro slave brought from Africa, became a Christian, and was highly respected among those who read her works. Phillis was well received by the Colonists, created the eulogy for George Whitfied when she was 16 years old, and in 1776 was received by General Washington. Note: the spacing, and italics, are as the book, 'The American Tradition in Literature, Vol. 1,Fouth Edition,' quotes the poem. The original poem may be found in, 'Poems on Various subjects, Religious and Moral, London, 1773.' An Hymn to the Evening. by Phillis Wheatley Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main The pealing th…

    Alan
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  23. weary warrior

    A Living Sacrifice

    by weary warrior
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    Alan asked if there were any more mission stories like "It's Not So Bad". I have this excerpt from my journal while in Papua New Guinea several years ago as a painfully young ex-cowboy called into the ministry. A “Living” Sacrifice I came to a place of soul-searching in Papua New Guinea several years ago, and found myself at a point in my ministry where I desperately needed to come to some place of understanding regarding my duties as a servant of God, as opposed to my own personal view of my weak, limited abilities and obligations. With plenty of time on my hands during a rainy monsoon season, I became more reflective on my future work in Papua New G…

    Orval
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  24. weary warrior

    Solicitude

    by weary warrior
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    Solicitude I was at the ranch office in Cooper Landing, Alaska one day when word came that Rebel, one of our more fractious horses, had bucked off the wrangler while up in the mountains and was running riderless back to the corral. We were working for a guiding outfit, taking tourists up into the mountains on horseback in Alaska, and the hapless wrangler who had just watched his mount disappear into the trees at a dead run was Ben, my oldest son. He was 17 at the time, it was his first year on the job, and as it was a large group of tourists, he had gone along to ride in the rear of the group as a backup and to help the regular guide. Rebel was a horse t…

    Orval
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  25. weary warrior

    Three in One

    by weary warrior
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    Three in One I love to hunt. I don’t get to go as often as I like, for various reasons, but I do enjoy it. My list of game that have been taken over the years is not large, but includes deer, several caribou, a bull moose and an Alaska grizzly bear. I also love to camp. Not in campers, but way out in the bush, on the ground under a tarp. I love 4-wheelers, bush planes, river boats and snowmobiles. I like to cook, love guns, training horses, leather work, splitting firewood and just being a man. I tell you all of this for a reason. I also love to preach and teach the Bible. There is nothing that remotely compares to studying the word of God prayerfully, a…

    Orval
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  26. weary warrior

    It's Not So Bad

    by weary warrior
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    It’s Not So Bad I found myself in Hunchun, China in 2002. A good friend of mine, Don, had been contacted by a group out of California that was renovating an old farm there and was turning it into a dairy for relief work. It’s too long and complicated to go into all of the details here, but suffice it to say, Don was a contractor and was asked to go and supervise the construction. When he got there, he found that they wanted to use horses for work on the farm, and had one lone horse already there. The horse was not broke, of course. They asked Don if he knew anyone crazy enough … I mean willing enough… to fly to China to break horses for them, and he thou…

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