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At home with the Master
Mustard seed faith
Which Church for You?
Jesus Lord
The Kid
Tree of Life
Good Morning, God

At home with the Master

I am quite sure he thinks that I am God --
Since he is God on whom each one depends
For life, and all things that His bounty sends --
My dear old dog, most constant of all friends;
Not quick to mind, but quicker far than I
To Him whom God I know and own; his eye
Deep brown and liquid, watches for my nod;
He is more patient underneath the rod
Than I, when God His wise corrections sends.

He looks love at me, deep as words e'er spake;
And from me never crumb nor sup will take
But he wags thanks with his most vocal tail;
And when some crashing noise wakes all his fear,
He is content and quiet, if I am near,
Secure that my protection will prevail.
So, faithful, mindful, thankful, trustful, he
Tells me what I unto my God should be.
"Bishop Doane On His Dog" by George Washington Doane

 

One thing I have desired from the LORD,
That I will seek after:
That I may dwell in the house of the LORD
All the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, And to pray in His temple.

For in the time of trouble He shall hide me in His shelter,
In the secrecy of His tabernacle He shall hide me;
He shall set me up on a rock.
Psalm 27.4-5

Mustard seed faith

I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails;
I shall believe the Hand which never fails,
From seeming evil worketh good to me;
And though I weep because those sails are battered
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered,
"I trust in Thee."

I will not doubt, though all my prayers return
Unanswered from the still, white realm above;
I shall believe it is an all-wise Love
Who has refused those things for which I yearn;
And though, at times, I cannot keep from grieving,
Yet the pure ardor of my fixed believing
Undimmed shall burn.
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I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain,
And troubles swarm like bees around a hive;
I shall believe the heights for which I strive,
Are only reached by anguish and by pain;
And, though I groan and tremble with my crosses,
I yet shall see, through my severest losses,
The greater gain.

I will not doubt; well anchored in my faith,
Like some stanch ship, my soul braves every gale,
So strong its courage that it will not fail
To breast the mighty, unknown sea of death.
Oh, may I cry when body parts with spirit,
"I do not doubt," so listening worlds may hear it
With my last breath.
"Faith" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

For a little while you have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.
These trials have come so that your faith will be proved genuine.

Your faith is more precious than gold,
Which perishes even though refined by fire.

Your proven faith will result in praise, glory and honor
When Jesus Christ is revealed.

Though you have not seen Him, you love Him.
Though you do not see Him now, you believe in Him.
Thus you are filled with joy unspeakable, and full of glory,
For you are receiving the goal of your faith,
The salvation of your soul!
1 Pet 1.6b-9

Which Church for You?

The people exiting Church *A* said, "What a wonderful preacher we have!"

The folks departing Church *B* said, "What a wonderful God we have!"

Which church for you?

Church *A*
1- The Parish Priest
Of austerity,
Climbed up in a high church steeple
To be near the Lord,
So that he might hand
God's Word down to His people.

When the sun was high,
When the sun was low,
The good man sat unheeding.
Sublunary things,
From transcendency,
He was forever reading.

And now and again
When he heard the creak
Of the weather vane a-turning,
He closed his eyes
And said, "Of a truth
From God I now am learning."

 

2- And in sermon script
He daily wrote
What he thought was sent from Heaven,
And he dropped this down
On his people's heads
Two times one day in seven.

In his age God said,
"Come down and die!"
And he cried out from the steeple,
"Where art Thou, Lord?"
And the Lord replied,
"Down here among My people."
"The Preacher's Mistake" by William Croswell Doane

 

Church *B*
My message and my preaching
Were not with wise and persuasive words,
But in demonstration of the Spirit's power,
So that your faith might not rest on human wisdom, But upon the power of God.
First Corinthians 2.4-5

Jesus Lord

Jesus Lord, by grace my one salvation,
Who was, who is, and evermore shall be...
God the Son (protect me by Thy rod),
Yahweh Shua, Maranatha, Lamb of God.

Chorus 1
The earth, the stars, and every living thing,
By Thy word they came to be,
My Lord, my Savior, my eternal King,
You gave me faith; You let me see...
(Your glory)

Jesus Lord, by grace my one salvation,
Who was, who is, and evermore shall be...
God the Son (protect me by Thy rod),
Yahweh Shammah, Maranatha, Lamb of God.

Chorus 2
For no one can prevent Thy mighty hand,
None can take Thine own from Thee,
Almighty King of kings and Lord of man,
You gave me faith; You let me see...
(Your glory)

Jesus Lord, by grace my one salvation,
Who was, who is, and evermore shall be...
God the Son (protect me by Thy rod),
El Shaddai! Maranatha! Lamb of God.

by WPT Bellgamin

The Kid

There was a kid who lived on my block,
A door or two away,
A fine young lad of five or so,
I saw him every day.

He would smile at me on my block,
As I went to work each day,
And he'd wave to me on Sunday,
As I went to church to pray.

How I wished he were a Christian,
That he knew our Lord divine,
And I really meant to tell him,
If I ever found the time.

But my days were filled with things to do,
And the years just rolled on by,
Then one night in the news I read...
Of a foolish man who died.

It said he overdosed on drugs,
They found him dead that day,
He had no purpose in his life,
So he threw it all away.

"Won't they ever learn?" I muttered.
Then I read the dead man's name...
T'was the kid who lived on my block,
And I hung my head in shame.

I hadn't found the time to tell him
of the Lord -- I never tried --
As I passed him by each Sunday,
With my Bible at my side.

Is there a kid who lives on YOUR block,
Just a door or two away?
Do you think that Jesus loves him?
Did you pass him by today?

Don't you wish he were a Christian?
That he knew your Lord divine?
Then perhaps some day you'll tell him...
(If you ever find the time.)

Dedicated to Child Evangelism Fellowship (CEF)
by WPT Bellgamin

Tree of Life

It was in the beginning Jehovah created
The heavens and earth from above.
And a man and a woman He made in His image,
And placed in His garden of love.

In the cool of each day He would come down from heaven,
So they might His glory behold,
O'er earth and its creatures He gave them dominion,
For they were His people, the sheep of His fold.

Chorus
There in the Garden of Eden,
God planted the tree of life --
Life filled with joy everlasting!
-- for Adam, and Eve his wife.
Of all of the trees that God made for them,
Only one did He deny:
The tree of the knowledge of good and evil,
"Eating thereof, ye shall die."

Now there was a deceiver who came as a serpent,
And told them to eat of that tree.
"Oh it surely won't kill you the day that you eat it,
"And you'll become gods such as He."

So Eve was deceived, but her husband beside her,
Was led by the pride in his soul,
By eating that fruit he said, "God, I won't serve You,
"I'll not be Your people, nor sheep of Your fold."

Chorus
There in the Garden of Eden,
God planted the tree of life --
Life filled with joy everlasting!
-- for Adam, and Eve his wife.
Of all of the trees that God made for them,
Only one did He deny:
They had the choice between life or death...
And, somehow, they chose to die!

We are children of Adam, born into his sin,
And like sheep we have all gone astray,
God's flock is all scattered, the tree of life gone,
Oh alas for that terrible day!

But God sent His Son, just to die for your sin,
On a new tree of life for your soul,
The fruit of that tree is the blood that He shed,
In redeeming His people, the sheep of His fold.

Chorus
High on a hill called Golgotha,
God planted His tree of love,
Love and new life everlasting,
If you would but eat thereof.
The tree is the cross where God gave His Son,
For all of your sins to pay,
Now you have the choice between life and death --
Which do you choose today?

Dedicated to Pastor Dimmitt
Lyrics by WPT Bellgamin

Good Morning, God!

You are ushering in another day,
Untouched and freshly new.
So here come I to ask You, Lord,
To please renew me, too.


Forgive the many errors,
That I made yesterday.
And let me try again, dear God,
To walk closer in Thy way.


But, Father, I am well aware,
I won't make it on my own.
So take my hand and hold it tight,
For I can't walk alone!
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