Best Worth Its Salt Poems

Sarah earned her salt in the Carolina hills
The year was 1800, they mined to pay the bills
The ground was hard and rocky, the winters were bone chilling
The Cherokee were a mixed lot, some friendly some still killing
And there in Appalachia, the life was hard on...

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I clearly detect all that swirls this blue green world, 
and all that toss me about like a ship on the ocean.
I hold the wheel within my hand, my ships Captain.
Keeping fixed to a horizon, slow, and steady as I go,
fighting off the pounding swells,...

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Being Worth Your Salt

The Holy Spirit was speaking to me about being worth
my salt; not working my way to Heaven, it has nothing
to do with that.  The Blood of Jesus is the only sacrifice
that could ransom us and pay our debt to GOD.

If you...

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