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The Breath of Life

God said,"Let Us make man today,
Just as we are, in the same way.
God is three parts, all One whole,
Body and Spirit, and Immortal Soul.

There in a Garden, in morning's light,
God gave to Adam, the Breath of Life.
When He made Eve, from Adam's rib,
Life passed on to her from him.

Each little babe, born from then on,
Bares the same gift, passed on and on.
All have a body, each one unique.
Different in color, size and physique.

All have a soul, set identity,
The power to say, "I am me."
All have a spirit, eternal to dwell,
Either in Heaven, or else in Hell.

This precious gift, none can deny,
For God gave us the Breath of Life.

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Blessed Is the Man

Blessed is the man who walks the path
Apart from sin and strife,
Who honors God both day and night
Offering Him his life.

Blessed is the man who listens not
To evil words men say,
But hears instead the Word of God
Desiring to obey.

Blessed is the man who judges not
When others fall to sin,
He remembers it's Grace from God
That cleanses him within.

The Lord is pleased with men like this
And never will delay,
To send them strength and courage
And blessings day by day.

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A Little House

As a child I was hustled to the car one eve,
Bundled with a blanket as we hurried to leave.
My brothers came too, a few little clothes,
Then speeding away, 'fore the monster arose.

We all slept through the long night's drive,
Still many, many hours until we'd arrive.
I'm sure momma knew this time would come,
But no time to plan, just take off and run.

Then that bright morning we woke to find,
A forest of Mulberry, Birch, and Pine.
On some little street, in some little place,
Our grandparents waited with tender embrace.

The four of us, and the grandparents too,
Would we all fit in a little house for two?
In Granny's house, we learned everyday,
'Leave it to the Lord, He'll find a way'.

Grampa talked of God's Heaven above
 And I saw more than heard, a life of love.
He camped, and fished, and played Banjo too,
Every now and then, he'd sing a bar or two.

Granny played piano, Momma, Accordion,
Folks stayed for hours to sing and have fun.
We filled that house with love and praise,
And mem'ries that last through all our days.

Now there's just Granny in that little place,
Vibrant and sharp, and aging with grace.
Still plays piano when folks gather there,
A little house, near Heaven, somewhere.

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All Praise To You

All praise to You
All glory due
Great God above
O Lord of Love.

You are my King,
To You I sing,
My life I give,
For You I live.

Amazing Grace,
You took my place,
At Calvary,
You died for me.

You save from sin,
You dwell within,
You fill my soul,
And make me whole.

All praise to You
All glory due,
Great God above,
O Lord of Love.

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The Age Old Problem of Trash

History takes us back, two thousand years ago,
People walked and rode, where'er they had to go.
News would travel slow, and folks would gather roun',
To hear the latest thing, passed from town to town.
Cities had a well, where water could be drawn,
Families lived in homes, without a yard or lawn.

A common thing like trash, was something of a chore,
None had rubbish cans, to sit out by the door.
Carried to a cart, drawn outside the city wall,
Where a pit of fire, was made to burn it all.
All lived day to day, with smoke and ash about,
Protection from disease, the fire could ne'er go out.

Now there's a City built, untouched by human hand,
The folks of olden days, called it Beulah Land.
It has walls and gates, and flowing water too,
And every home afffords, a quite spectacular view.
The Builder there is wise, and never let's trash in,
The disease it causes has a name, known to Him as sin.

The news has traveled slowly, even on modern earth,
The trash of deadly sin, is spread to all at birth.
Now Gehena was the word, they called their fire pit,
The 'never ending fire', the title seemed to fit.
The Builder made a pit, of fire to burn as well,
Far away from Beulah, a place we know as Hell.

The source of sin is Satan, rebellious from the start,
He corrupts each man, from deep within the heart.
So Hell was made for Satan, to rid the world of sin,
And on the day of Judgment, he will be cast in.
The Builder sent His Son, to cure us all from sin,
Starting from the heart, He cleanses us within.

This miracle must start, while we yet draw breath,
Whether young or old, but surely before death.
Sin is from within, staining soul and spirit,
The Son can throw it out, eternal fire to sear it.
But once the body dies, with sin stain still in place,
Sin and soul entwined, the fire of Hell will face.

A morbid picture true, but not the Builder's plan,
He made in Beulah Land, a home for every man.
He loves us everyone, enough to keep us free,
Allowing everyone, to choose their destiny.
How can anyone, such a marvelous Gift receive?
The Builder's price is this, simply just believe.

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What Must I Do

Adapted from Acts 16:22-31

How long have I been a jailor here,
And from these men this is what I hear?
In the midst of their pain they sing and pray
And tell me how I must believe today.
That Jesus Christ was really God’s own Son
And all the things we did to Him were done
So all could have Eternal Life above
And live forever more in God’s great Love.
What if it were true what they say
Is there really more to life than day to day?
I’ve worked hard and tried to do things well
Is that enough to save my soul from Hell?

"At midnight Paul and Silas prayed,
and sang praises to God:  and the prisoners
heard them.  Suddenly there was a great earthquake,
so that the foundations of the prison were shaken: and
immediately all the doors were opened, and everyone's
bands were loosed."

At midnight that night I came awake
As suddenly the ground began to quake
To the broken jail I ran hastily
Knowing that all the prisoners would flee.
But how long have I been a jailor here?
And never have I seen men so sincere,
The bars were opened wide for all to flee
But they were still inside praying for me.

Oh! What must I do to be saved?
The sentence of death for me waived?
And be no more to sin enslaved?
Oh! What must I do to be saved?

"And they said, 'Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ,
and thou shalt be saved, and thy house."

I believe and now I can freely say
That I want Jesus as my Lord today.
I believe from the grave He was raised
I believe in Jesus Christ and I am saved!

"And they spake unto him the Word of the Lord,
and to all that were in his house."


Loved ones gather ‘round and hear me tell
Of all that’s happened, please, listen well.
Jesus, whom we hung on a cross that day
He really Is alive again like they say.
He came to offer hope and life anew,
Just believe it is all you have to do.
By His amazing Grace He’ll save you all
He’s waiting even now to hear you call.

We believe and now we can freely say
That we want Jesus as our Lord today.
We believe from the grave He was raised
We believe in Jesus Christ and we are saved!

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The Real Question

There's a story in the Bible that is told about the day,
A certain man named Lazarus at the edge of death lay.
Now Jesus could have healed, His friend then and there,
But great was the miracle that He would later share.

So great was their rejoicing, when Lazarus arose,
And we can see the reason, for the path Jesus chose.
Since Jesus knew the plan, there while Lazarus slept,
Why then in the middle does it say that, "Jesus wept?"

Supping with disciples gathered in the upper room,
Jesus knew the future, that held a cross and tomb.
He could have healed His friends, from the stain of sin,
But great was the victory, that over death He'd win.

So great was their rejoicing when Jesus then arose,
And we can see the reason for the path that He chose.
Since Jesus knew the plan, and before Pilate stood,
Why there in the Garden did He sweat drops of blood?

Hanging on that cross, as He was just about to die,
Lonely and forsaken, He would ask His Father why.
Did He know the ending, from before it all began,
Was He really God, or maybe just a common man?

Many are the questions, friend, facing you and I,
How are we to know, what's truth or what the lie?
Religions try to ease the mind, some try to deceive,
We must make a choice, just what do we believe?

The Bible says that Jesus left a Glorious Throne on High,
To save the world He loved so much, to come and even die.
The chasm wide of sin and death, His Love must truly span,
His flowing Blood was that of God, His heart that of a man.

Just like Lazarus's story, there's more than meets the eye,
The sweat drops in the Garden, a scene for you and I.
To "let this cup pass from me", or do the Father's Will,
Is the real question, and it stands before us still.

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A Roman's Road

Father was a Centurion, proud to be,
I would be just like him, wait and see.
Growing up, we lived near Galilee,
Tutors and servants all took care of me.

Now Tomas was a servant father had freed,
He stayed to teach me how to write and read.
Once he became so sick the doctors said,
He'll die very soon, keep him in bed.

Then father heard about some Nazarene,
Doing things that none had ever seen.
Father became convinced this man was real,
He went and asked if Tomas He would heal.

This Jesus said, 'Lead me to his bed',
But father said, 'Just say the word instead'. 
So Jesus said, 'He's healed, go your way',
And sure enough he was, that very day!

Soon, it was my honor to join the 'Legion',
Not long 'till I oversaw the whole region.
One day there arose a great commotion,
From people once filled with great devotion.

And I had seen too many mobs like this
They wanted someone's blood, not justice.
But He would not respond to questions asked,
Things got out of hand, so very fast.

We beat and cursed Him, ridiculed His Name,
We made Him stand before that crowd in shame.
Pilate said, "He's guiltless, take Him away."
But they would have no less than death this day.







Pilate washed his hands when he heard them cry,
"Barrabas set free;  Jesus, Crucify!"
He drug that cross and stumbled up the street,Until He fell and couldn't regain His feet.

The other two were tied with leather bands,
Him, we nailed down both feet and hands.
As one made fun, the other spoke tenderly,
'Lord, when You get Home, remember me'.

I was close and I could hear Him say:
'You'll be with me in Paradise today.'
Then, at the end, I heard Him pray:
'Father, my Spirit's Yours, while I'm away.'

Suddenly, the sky turned black as night,
Thunder boomed, and lightning struck with might!
Finally, their lust for death was fed.
One last stab, but He was already dead.

He'd hung up there in agony and shame.
'King of the Jews'  written above His Name.
But I knew then and I just had to say,
"That was God's own Son we killed today!"

How could I ask Him now to forgive?
After I drove the nails into Him.
I shoved the spear into His side,
I'm the one who made sure that He died.

Three days later I was at His tomb,
Aware within my heart of my own doom.
Through the night, guarding death's dark door,
Then I awoke to find it sealed no more.

The Jewish rulers paid a handsome price,
For us to spread about their viscious lies.
But I knew then, and I just had to say,
That was God's own Son, but He lives today!

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The Peek Chap. 3

I couldn't say how long we stayed atop that little hill,
If not for that familiar tug, I'm sure I'd be there still.
We drifted further down the road, into a great valley,
As we turned up toward the North, the River I could see.
I began to realize that many things were hidden from me,
All those small details, the ones I think should be.
Were there flowers growing here, with flights of bumble bees,
Was it warm, a fine spring day, was there a southerly breeze?

We slowed down, and as I'd hoped I felt that warm right hand,
And I knew that he would fill me with wisdom to understand.
But as we stopped I felt a pull, I staggered from Light so bright,
Like a veil was ripped away, but I couldn't take in the sight.
In an instant, the veil was back, just as it was before,
Though it took me quite some time, my wits to restore.
Now there are things that mortal men were never meant to see,
And places sin scarred, filthy souls were never meant to be.

To describe that amazing scene, I had just gone through,
I'm not sure there are words to explain that awesome view.
But Light was everywhere at once, a radiance filling the air,
The One who walked beside me, was Beautiful beyond compare.
That pulse I felt back by the Sea, was magnified infinitely,
In crashing waves of Life and Love, and God's amazing Glory!
And I realized I couldn't survive a real glimpse of this place,
The one on my right hand, sustained me with His Grace.

I woke that evening with headache gone, outside I heard a storm,
As thunder sounded I felt my palm becoming oddly warm.
Then as the rain came pounding down, my mem'ry unleashed too,
And I remembered all the wonders God allowed me to view.
As I write these words just now, I wonder how soon 'twill be,
When He will call His children to come Home for Eternity.
Man truly can't imagine all the incredible things in store,
In God Almighty's Home on high, there on Heaven's Shore.

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This Solitary Tomb

.                                                          This solitary tomb,
                                                      A sight of fear and gloom.
                                                  Where mortals fear and quake,
                                                From the death they cannot shake.
                                             When by this                                 stone 'tis sealed,
                                            Surely doom                                is quickly revealed.
                                           Though here                                they put such a One,
                                          Who claimed                                 He was God's Son.
                                         Even though the                                 stone was set,
                                                       He won victory over death.