Saturday, December 19, 2015

Hymn - "How Can I Keep From Singing?"

Nothing like singing the old Hymns: This site has a lot of helpful hints for those of you that are musically inclined. I was almost 25 years old before I learned to sing
Bill
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http://www.music-folk-play-hymns.com/How-Can-I-Keep-From-Singing.html

 was written in 1860 by Robert Lowry,  a Baptist minister who pastored in New York, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania. Lowry wrote the lyrics to such well-known hymns as "Shall We Gather at the River?" "Christ Arose," and "Nothing But the Blood," as well the sentimental song "Where Is My Boy Tonight?"
How Can I Keep From Singing?
My life flows on in endless song;
Above earth’s lamentation
I hear the sweet though far off hymn
That hails a new creation:
Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear the music ringing;
It finds an echo in my soul—
How can I keep from singing?
What though my joys and comforts die?
The Lord my Savior liveth;
What though the darkness gather round!
Songs in the night He giveth:
No storm can shake my inmost calm
While to that refuge clinging;
Since Christ is Lord of Heav’n and earth,
How can I keep from singing?
I lift mine eyes; the cloud grows thin;
I see the blue above it;
And day by day this pathway smoothes
Since first I learned to love it:
The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
A fountain ever springing:
All things are mine since I am His—
How can I keep from singing?






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Auguries of Innocence

Auguries of Innocence
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

by William Blake

EQUIPMENT by Edgar A. Guest

EQUIPMENT
by Edgar A. Guest
Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You've all that the greatest of men have had,
Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes
And a brain to use if you would be wise.
With this equipment they all began,
So start for the top and say, "I can."

Look them over, the wise and great
They take their food from a common plate,
And similar knives and forks they use,
With similar laces they tie their shoes.
The world considers them brave and smart,
But you've all they had when they made their start.

You can triumph and come to skill,
You can be great if you only will.
You're well equipped for what fight you choose,
You have legs and arms and a brain to use,
And the man who has risen great deeds to do
Began his life with no more than you.

You are the handicap you must face,
You are the one who must choose your place,
You must say where you want to go,
How much you will study the truth to know.
God has equipped you for life, but He
Lets you decide what you want to be.

Courage must come from the soul within,
The man must furnish the will to win.
So figure it out for yourself, my lad.
You were born with all that the great have had,
With your equipment they all began,
Get hold of yourself and say: "I can."

WHAT WILL YOU BE FED?

WHAT WILL YOU BE FED?
Gentlemen, before you wed, Ascertain how you'll be fed,
Delve into every pan and pot, That your bride-to-be has got.
Though her kisses always please, What about her recipes?
Though her glamor makes you sigh, Can she bake an apple pie?
Now, before it is too late, Learn your gastronomic fate.
Do not trust your burning ardor, Till you've snooped around her larder.
More than once has sex appeal, Died with that initial meal.

Stumbling-Block or Stepping-Stone

Stumbling-Block or Stepping-Stone
       Isn't it strange that princes and kings
       And clowns that caper in sawdust rings
       And common folks like you and me
          Are builders of eternity?
       To each is given a bag of tools, --
       A shapeless mass and a book of rules;
       And each must make, ere life is flown,
       A stumbling-block or a stepping-stone.
                R. L. Sharpe  "Verses I like" selected by Major Edward Bowes,

I was shocked, confused, bewildered

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp--
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics and the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbour
Who never said anything nice.

Bob, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.

'And why is everyone so quiet,
So sombre - give me a clue.'
'Hush, child,' He said,
'they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.'

JUDGE NOT!!

Remember...Just going to church doesn't make you a
Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.

Every saint has a PAST...
Every sinner has a FUTURE!
Now it's your turn... Share this poem.
Life without God is like an unsharpened pencil...
It has no point!

DADDY HAD A LITTLE BOY

DADDY HAD A LITTLE BOY

Daddy had a little boy,his soul was white as snow,
He never went to Sunday School, cause Daddy wouldn't go!

He never heard the Word of God that,thrills the childish mind--
While other children went to class, this child was left behind.

As he grew from babe to youth, Dad saw to his dismay;
 a soul that once was snowy white become a dingy gray.

Dad even started back to church and Bible study, too,
 He begged his preacher,"Isn't there something you can do?"

The preacher tried and tried and said, "We're just too far behind;
 I tried to tell you years ago, but you would pay no mind.

And so another soul was lost, that once was white as snow.
 Sunday school would have helped, but Daddy wouldn't go!

Author Unknown

THE ETERNAL WILL

THE ETERNAL WILL.
‘‘ To war the armored nations march,
With echoing tread and thud of drums;
But under heaven’s triumphant arch,
A king unseen in conquest comes.
A thousand wills are crossed in war,
A thousand victories lost and won.
They alter not His changeless law,
‘God’s will is destined to be done.’
“ To that one ‘will ’ creation turns
Her myriad gaze, in wonder dumb.
No flowers that blow, no sun that burns,
His secret tells in light or bloom.
But righteous law at last shall prove,
‘To Him was every battle won.’
Creation’s travail brought forth Love.’
‘God’s will is destined to be done.’”
“ The lot is cast into the lap ; but the whole disposing thereof is of the Lord.” (Bible.) “‘God’s will is destined to be done” How very true this is. “ Be not deceived; God is not mocked; for whatsoever
a man soweth, that shall he also reap.” We pass this way but once. Let us be up and doing. God help US

“ Life with trials hard may press me;

“ Life with trials hard may press me;
 ’Twill but drive me to Thy breast.
“The cross that He gave ‘may be heavy,
 But it ne’er outweighs His grace;
The storm that I feared may surround me,
But it ne’er excludes-His face.
“The thorns in my path are not sharper
 Than composed His crown for me,
 The cup that I drink not more bitter
Than He drank in Gethsemane.

    Chorus :
“The cross is not greater than His grace,
The storm can not hide His blessed face; I am satisfied to know, That, with Jesus here below,
I can conquer ev’ry foe with His grace.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ukLn0I6SGg

Friday, December 18, 2015

" When you feel weakest, dangers surround,

" When you feel weakest, dangers surround,
Subtle temptations, troubles abound;
Nothing seems hopeful, nothing seems glad,
All is despairing, oftentimes sad.
“If all were easy, if all were bright,
Where would the cross be, where would the fight?
But in the hardness God gives to you
Chances of proving that you are true.
‘‘ God is your wisdom; God is your might;
God ever near you, guiding you right.
He understands you ; knows all your need;
Trusting in Him, you’ll surely succeed.
“ Let us press on, then; never despair :
Live above feeling ; victory’s there.
Jesus can keep us so near to Him
That never more our faith shall grow dim.

Chorus:
“ Keep 011 believing, Jesus is near,
Keep on believing, there’s nothing to fear.
Keep on believing, this is the way.
Faith is the night as well as the day.”

You are who you are for a reason.



 
 A poem by Russell Kelfer
You are who you are for a reason.
You're part of an intricate plan.
You're a precious and unique design,
Called God's special woman or man.

You look like you look for a reason.
Our God made no mistake.
HE knit you together within the womb,
You're just what HE wanted to make.

The parents you had were the ones HE chose,
And no matter how you may feel,
They were custom-designed with God's plan in mind.
And they bear the Master's seal.

No, that trauma you faced was not easy.
And God wept that it hurt you so;
But it was allowed to shape your heart
So that into HIS likeness you'd grow;

You are who you are for a reason,
You've been formed by the Master's rod.
You are who you are, beloved,
Because . . . . . there is a God.

Gently Think and Gently Speak


http://www.hymnary.org/text/gently_think_and_gently_speak

What Christ Is To Us

What Christ Is To Us

The Shield from every dart;
The Balm for every smart;
The Sharer of each load;
Companion on the road.

The Door into the fold;
The Anchor that will hold;
The Shepherd of the sheep;
The Guardian of my sleep.

The Friend with Whom I talk;
The Way by which I walk;
The Light to show the way;
The Strength for every day.

The Source of my delight;
The Song to cheer the night;
The Thought that fills my mind;
The Best of All to find—is Jesus!
—Anonymous

Are you bearing reproach for your Saviour?

Are you bearing reproach for your Saviour?
   Are you gathered alone to His name?
Have you taken His place of rejection?
   Are you sharing His suffering and shame?

His Name, though despised and rejected,
   Is a Name that we honour and love,
For JESUS, disowned by man's hatred,
   Is highly exalted above.

The apostles rejoiced and were happy,
   When suffering shame for His Name,
They counted it joy to be worthy
   To share in His suffering and shame.

And Moses, by faith, forsook Egypt,
   Refusing its treasures and fame,
Chose rather to suffer affliction
   And bear the reproach of His Name.

If ye be reproached for your Saviour,
   The Scripture says "Happy are ye,"
The Spirit of God and of glory
   Is resting in blessing on thee.

O think of the anguish HE suffered,
   These words of His own lips did impart;
"Mine enemies daily reproach Me,"—
   "Reproach, it hath broken My heart!"

Dread not the reproach that men offer,
   Fear not their revilings and shame,
For Jesus is with you to comfort,
   He knows, for He's suffered the same.

So, if His reproach you are feeling,
   When following Jesus as Lord,
The path will grow sweeter and brighter,
   And bring an eternal reward.
             —Lois Beckwith

Fear ye not the reproach of men, neither be ye afraid of their revilings. Isa. 51:7

I, even I, am He that comforteth you.  Isa. 51:12

Moment by Moment

Moment by Moment

Never a trial that He is not there;
Never a burden that He doth not bear;
Never a sorrow that He doth not share,
Moment by moment I'm under His care.

Never a heartache, and never a groan,
Never a tear-drop, and never a moan,
Never a danger but there, on the throne,
Moment by moment, He thinks of His own.

Never a weakness that He doth not feel;
Never a sickness that He cannot heal,
Moment by moment, in woe or in weal,
Jesus, my Saviour, abides with me still.
—Daniel W. Whittle

O! for the peace of a perfect trust,

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee. Isa. 26:3
O! for the peace of a perfect trust,
   My loving God, in Thee;
Unwavering faith that never doubts
   Thou choosiest best for me.

Best, though my plans be all upset;
   Best though my way be rough;
Best, though my earthly store be scant;
   In Thee I have enough.

Best, though my health and strength be gone;
   Though weary days be mine;
Shut out from much that others have;
   Not my will, Lord, but Thine.

And e'en though disappointments come,
   They, too, are best for me
To wean me from this changing world
   And lead me nearer Thee.

O! for the peace of a perfect trust,
   That looks away from all;
That sees Thy hand in everything,
  In great events and small.

That hears Thy voice — a Father's voice —
  Directing for the best —
O! for the peace of a perfect trust,
   A heart with Thee at rest.
      —Author unknown

Dear people of Greeley

Dear people of Greeley and the neighboring towns,
from the mountains to the prairies and north and south-bound,
to any and all who can read this or hear,
to those who are hurting and cried many tears,
to those not so troubled and living in cheer,
to the wounded, discouraged, and living in fear,
to those who are broken and do not feel whole,
in body, mind, heart and/or soul,
or to those whom the story has never been told
from child to adult - young and the old,
maybe you've heard, but just want to wait
remember - there is no promise of tomorrow to wonder your fate,
for today is the time and now is the hour
to accept His love, His grace and His power.
Our life, forever, we can live with Him
when into our heart we ask Him to come in,
for Jesus is calling us one-and-all
no matter your circumstance - He died for us all.
For we are all guilty of sin ever day
but, forgiveness is ours when, to Him, we turn and pray.
He wants us to live in faith, hope, and love
and the greatest of these is His love from above.

Inspired by God,
Judi Tetiva
8/2012

Edgar Albert Guest - Bio

Edgar Albert Guest

1881–1959
Edgar
            Albert Guest
Forced to drop out of high school to help support his family, Edgar A. Guest started his long career at the Detroit Free Press as a copyboy. He eventually wrote a daily column, “Breakfast Table Chat,” that included his own verse. These poems about everyday life were immensely popular throughout the country. A prolific writer of over 11,000 poems, Guest humbly called himself “a newspaper man who wrote verses.”

Poems

One fine day in the middle of the night,

One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,
One was blind and the other couldn't, see
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"
A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don't believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!

The Great Divide.

Roy- here it is. I learned this from Sydney Maxwell, late of Vancouver.
 
When sin first reared its ugly head
And forced the widening span,
Between the man who walked with God
And the God Who made the man...
 
With sense of sin came sense of shame-
The naked sought to hide;
Instead of peace and fellowship,
There came the Great Divide.
 
Infinite love was wounded sore,
And sought to bridge the span;
Crush out the penetrating gulf,
And walk again with man.
 
He sent His own Beloved Son-
He came, He bled, He died;
To reconcile, He paid the price,
And He bridged the Great Divide.
 
Hope this helps.
 
Warmly,
 
Lindsay Parks
Indiana, PA

The 2nd Judge - Ehud

The 2nd Judge - Ehud

At home in heaven, Othniel had hardly been gone when
The people of promise had perverted their way
Sinning in the Lord’s sight & serving other gods. The
Lord’s choler was kindled & his countenance was
Changed toward the children of his chosen Israel
Amalek and Ammon, led by Eglon the Moabite
Invaded Israel and instituted a tyrannical rule.
For 18 years, they yearned for yesterday’s freedom
And lamented their loss of liberty to no avail.
Finally, they faced the fact that forgetting the Lord
Had caused their calamity. They cried out to the Lord
To forgive their failure & free them from their foes.
The gracious God heard their groanings & granted
The people a pardon by providing a deliverer
To lead them to liberty. The Lord raised up Ehud
To break their bonds and battle the Moabites.

The 12 tribes at that time were under tribute to Eglon
& were forced to give gifts to the greedy warlord
Ehud carried that cargo to the king of Moab
But he had hidden a weapon, a handmade dagger which he
Had run in under his raiment on his right thigh.

So as Eglon sat in his summer parlor
Ehud, Israel’s emissary entered his presence &
Presented the portly prince with the present they sent.
Then Ehud said, “Sir I have a secret errand to thee.”
The king told the courier to keep silence until he had
Told all of his attendants To take leave of him
When Ehud and Eglon were alone in the chamber
Ehud came close to him and quietly said to the
Morbidly obese Moabite “I have a message from God.”
Then he lifted his left hand and lunged with his dagger
Blunting the blade into the belly of Eglon
Where His fat folded over and fastened the dagger.
As Eglon gave up the ghost & groaned his last, Ehud with
All his strength struggled to extricate his dagger
From the flesh of the fallen warlord
Pull and pry as he may the weapon was
Held fast by its haft in his huge stomach.
Unable to draw the dagger he darted for the windows
And winged his way off to the wilderness of Seirath
But before he broke loose he bolted the doors
Of the prince’s parlor to prevent the entry
Of soldier or sentry till he was safe in Seirath
There he rallied resistance to rout the Moabites
And end the enslavement of every Israelite

Eglon’s servants, surprised to see that their master
Lingered so long in the locked parlour
Waited in the wings wondering what to do.
They knocked & knocked but none answered.
It would be embarrassing to barge in on Eglon, but
Too much time had gone by to tarry any longer.
They called for a key, came into the parlour &
were dumbfounded to find the fallen Eglon
Lying down dead upon the deck of his chamber.
- Steven L Anderson, 2011

The 1st Judge - Othniel

The 1st Judge - Othniel

In the conquest of Canaan Caleb, the son of Hezron
Had inherited Hebron through hard-fought warfare.
Then came Caleb to Kirjathsepher and said to his
Soldiers, “He that smiteth Kirjathsepher shall marry
Achsah, the apple of my eye and only daughter
Of my old age.” And Othniel, the son of
Kenaz, Caleb’s brother conquered Kirjathsepher.
He was Caleb’s Kinsman and Achsah’s admirer.
He had proven his prowess & thus procured him
The favor of the fair Achsah & her famous father. He
Had earned a beautiful bride because of his bravery.

But after, Israel did evil in the sight of the Lord
And so came a cruel king Chushanrishathaim,
Monarch of Mesopotamia, and made them serve 8 years
In bitter bondage. They begged the Lord
To forgive their follies & defend them from this
Powerful opponent & the pain he had caused them.

So Othniel went out to war with weapon in hand.
The Holy Ghost of God would give him the victory.
The fighting was fierce as famous men and their
Faithful followers fought with all their might.
Bright blades clashed & broken bodies collapsed
Amid the clank & clamor caused by the killing.
But by and by, the battle’s outcome was clear,
Obvious to all. Othniel had dealt
A decisive defeat to the devilish Canaanites.
Israel praised Providence for preserving their lives &
Freedom, forgiving their faults, and raising up
A daring deliverer to defy their enemies
& a respected ruler to rebuke unrighteousness.
And so, for forty years, he faithfully ruled them
Preserving peace, and preaching righteousness.
-Steven L Anderson, 2011

Book of Judges Intro

Book of Judges Intro

The tale of twelve judges and a tyrant king,
Bad Abimelech, bastard son of Gideon.
Wayward and wanton, he was a wicked king
Who had killed his own kin as Cain had done.

In the dismal days after the death of Joshua,
A lack of leadership had led the children of Israel
To leave the law of the Lord and learn the ways
Of the heathen hordes inhabiting Canaan.
God’s anger grew as they forgat his mercies
And his many miracles in the midst of Egypt
When he had haled the Hebrews to freedom
& punished Egypt’s people with the plagues of his wrath.
They had come to Canaan but could not drive out the
Whole of the inhabitants thereof, having broken
The laws of the Lord and leaving his covenant.
Then being brought into bondage because of
Their sins, they served as slaves in their own land
To the kings of Canaan or the clans of the Philistines.
Hard-pressed & harrowed, the Hebrews called out
To the Saviour of souls to show mercy on them
& give his children a chance to change their churlish ways.
So our gracious God gave them the opportunity
To keep the covenant which was commanded them &
walk in the way of the Lord without departing from it. He’d
Raise up a righteous ruler that would rally the people
To fight against their foes and defend their nation
From the wicked warlords who wasted their substance
And enslaved their sons. Then safe from their enemies
Prosperity, peace, and plenty returned. But when
Their deliverer was dead they degenerated again &
Gat them gods made of gold and silver
Forgetting the fate of their fathers who had forsaken
The Lord. Leaderless their liberty vanished
Until their tribulations would turn them back to
The God of glory. A great judge would rise
And so the cycle would start again.

In the times of these trials and tribulations for Israel
Many a mighty man meted out judgment
Whose daring deeds deserve to be remembered.
- Steven L Anderson, 2010

Ode to Border Patrol

Ode to Border Patrol

On eastbound interstate 8 one night
I encountered an all too familiar sight
A random checkpoint, like you’d expect to see
In the USSR or Nazi Germany

Why do I have to stop and show my papers. Hey!
Aren’t we still in the USA?
I haven’t crossed any borders today
In fact, isn’t Mexico 50 miles away?

We have to search you, for our dog has said,
“Woof! Woof! He has drugs or a body that’s dead!”
“I’d like to know what that means, if I may!”
But the dog was quickly ushered away

And if we’re still living in a free nation…
Where’s your warrant upon oath or affirmation?
Aren’t these the rights for which our forefathers died?
“Why not let them search you, if you’ve nothing to hide?”

This isn’t liberty; the way you behave
Would make the founding fathers roll over in their grave
Don’t you love America; what makes you so bold
To trample the constitution you’re sworn to uphold?

Have Jefferson and Adams been forever replaced?
By Janet Napolitano’s ugly face!
Has Homeland Security reached new heights
That it supersedes the Bill of Rights?!

That I’m an American is plain to see
You’ve already run my plates and know I live in Tempe!
I’m an American citizen on my way home from work
If I won’t consent to searches, does that make me a jerk?

I’m not required by law to open this door!
I’m protected by amendments five and four!
My pleas were met with a laugh and a jeer
“Don’t you get it? your rights don’t matter here”

“We’ll search without a warrant, and if you won’t say ‘yes’
Then we’ll just call the DPS!”
So the DPS arrives on the scene
In order to assist the federal goons in green

Officer, I’m innocent; What have I done!
If I’ve broken a law, then please name one!
Be reasonable, officer, will it really hurt?
To bring the dog back out and see if it will alert?

Do you protect the citizens of Arizona anymore?
Or have you simply become the federal government’s whore?
But the Border Patrol knew the truth, you see
They knew that dog wouldn’t alert to me

“I’ll place you under arrest, if you won’t bow
For failure to obey me right now!
I told you before, I’m an officer of the law
When I say ‘jump,’ you say ‘how high’

“In fact, by now you’ve sealed your fate
I’ll tase you for twenty seconds straight!”
Unfortunately I was fooled by Agent Diaz’s lies
“There’s gonna be glass, so cover your eyes!”

He really just wanted me not to see
The ambush to my left being laid for me
Officer Mitchell broke the passenger window with a smile
Then decided he might as well tase me for a while

The border patrol’s five swings of the baton
And now my driver’s side window was gone!
And as the electricity continually flowed
My driver’s side window began to explode

And because he felt I had given him sass
Agent Spoonamore shoved my face in the broken glass!
My head was pressed into the glass on the door
Blood gushed out of every pore

Fifty thousand volts flowed through my chest
A regular police brutality-fest
Next I was rolled to the ground, and to my dread
A border patrol agent stepped on my head!

I remembered a quote from a book I had read
1984, and here’s what it said:
“If you want to know the future of the human race
Just picture a boot stamping upon a human face”

They finally searched my car, and what did they find?
No drugs, no bodies, and nothing of the kind
“Then they let you go, I assume?”
No, my next stop was the emergency room

So after all the stitches were added to my head
And the nurses had cleaned up all the places I’d bled
I was taken to the station of the DPS
Then from there to the jail where I was told to undress

They had underwear in two sizes: extra-large and small
So I took extra-large and made my single phone call
I was put into cell where the lights are on 24-seven
And lay down to sleep with my stitches eleven.

And so we’ve reached the end of my tale
Me sleeping soundly in the county jail
What was my crime? What had I done?
I stood up for my rights as an American.

- Steven L Anderson, 2009

5 Lessons From Dr Seuss

FROM SLAVE TO PATRIOT~ THEY GAVE THEIR LIVES SO WE COULD BE FREE:

FROM SLAVE TO PATRIOT~ THEY GAVE THEIR LIVES SO WE COULD BE FREE:

As we remember our brothers and sisters who have sacrificed and continue to sacrifice so we can have Liberty, let us also remember those that history denies their due glory. How many know that the first man to die in the Revolutionary War was a black man named Crispus Attucks? Crispus Attucks was freed slave who had become a whaler for the merchant marines. Here is a poem written about Crispus by John Boyle O’Riley:

Honor to Crispus Attucks, who was leader and voice that day;
The first to defy, and the first to die, with Maverick, Carr, and Gray;
Call it riot or revolution, his hand first clenched at the crown;
His feet were the first in perilous place to pull the King’s flag down;
His breast was the first one rent apart that liberty’s stream might flow;
For our freedom now and forever, his head was first laid low.
Call it riot or revolution, or mob or crowd, as you may,
Such deaths have been seed of nations, such lives shall be honored for aye.

What about Ned Hector, who was a freed slave and fought in the battles of Brandywine and Germantown? When his military unit was being defeated and the order to retreat was given, he refused to retreat. He said, “The enemy shall have not my team. I will save the horses or perish myself!”

History is full of brave men such as these. Many slaves were made freemen because they wanted to fight for liberty. One such man was Peter Salem. Salem fought at the battle of Bunker Hill where he is remembered for shooting and killing British Major John Pitcairn. Many believe if it had not been for Peter Salem, Pitcairn’s troops would have won that battle. Because of his bravery, Salem was honored and introduced to General George Washington as a great hero for liberty.
As a matter of fact, there were battalions of freed slaves who fought for OUR liberty in the Revolutionary War.

George Middleton was a Colonel in the Revolutionary War and led the Bucks of America, a battalion of freed slaves dedicated to the cause of liberty. Even after the war, Middleton would continue to fight through the organization he founded in 1796 called, the African Benevolent Society. This organization provided aid to widows and orphans of the Revolutionary War.

Who better to stand for Liberty than men who had been slaves and knew the value of Liberty? They believed so greatly that all men deserved to be free from tyranny that many of these men would give their ONLY free breath so WE could be free. They were willing to die for something they would never even taste. How do WE repay their ultimate sacrifice? We deny their existence in history, refusing to teach our children of their bravery, just to satisfy a wicked and evil progressive agenda to keep men slaves. THAT, my patriots, is REAL racial hatred and bigotry!

HONOR THEM! KNOW the truth...READ MORE Here: http://www.krisannehall.com/index.php/blog/180-from-slave-to-patriotthey-gave-their-life-so-you-could-be-free

OR get the full text in this Book by KrisAnne Hall: http://www.krisannehall.com/index.php/order-krisannes-book/90-essential-stories-for-junior-patriots

THE OLD PATHS

I wish the old paths were before us instead of behind us.



THE OLD PATHS
 

I liked the old paths, when
Moms were at home.
Dads were at work.
Brothers went into the army.
And sisters got married BEFORE having children!

Crime did not pay;
Hard work did;
And people knew the difference.

Moms could cook;
Dads would work;
Children would behave.

Husbands were loving;
Wives were supportive;
And children were polite.

Women wore the jewelry;
And Men wore the pants.

Women looked like ladies;
Men looked like gentlemen;
And children looked decent.

People loved the truth,
And hated a lie.

They came to church to get IN,
Not to get OUT!

Hymns sounded Godly;
Sermons sounded helpful;
Rejoicing sounded normal;
And crying sounded sincere.

Cursing was wicked;
Drugs were for illness.

The flag was honored;
  America
was beautiful;
And God was welcome!

We read the Bible in public;
Prayed in school;
And preached from house to house.

To be called an American was worth dying for;
To be called an American was worth living for;
To be called a traitor was a shame!

I still like the old paths the best!




'The Old Paths' was written by a retired minister who lives
In Tennessee .

'What think ye of Christ?' is the test

Justin Martyr wrote long ago: "Many spirits are abroad in the world and the credentials they display are splendid gifts of eloquence and ability. Christian, look carefully. Ask for the prints of the nails."

'What think ye of Christ?' is the test
To try both your state and your scheme;
You cannot be right in the rest,
Unless you think rightly of Him:
As Jesus appears in your view--
As He is beloved or not,
So God is disposed to you,
And mercy or wrath is your lot.

Some take Him a creature to be--
A man, or an angel at most;
But they have not feelings like me,
Nor know themselves wretched and lost.
So guilty, so helpless am I,
I durst not confide in His blood,
Nor on His protection rely,
Unless I were sure He is God.

--John Newton (quoted in the devotional book, The Continual Burnt Offering, by H. A. Ironside).

I had walked life's path with an easy tread,

I had walked life's path with an easy tread,
Had followed where comfort and pleasures lead;
Until one day in a quiet place
I met the Master face to face
With station and rank and wealth for my goal
Much thought for the body; none for the soul
I had entered to win in life's mad race
When I met the Master face to face
I had built my castles and reared them high
Till their towers had pierced the blue of the sky
I had sworn to rule with an iron mace
When I met the Master face to face
I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see
That His eyes full of sorrow were fixed on me
And I faltered and fell at His feet that day
While my castles melted and vanished away
Melted and vanished and in their place
Naught else did I see but the Master's face
And I cried "O Christ, wilt Thou make me meet
To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet"
My thought is now for souls of men
I have lost my life to find it again
Ever since one day in a quiet place
I met the Master face to face

The Open Door - Alfred Noyes

exerpts: from the poem
The Open Door

O Mystery of life,
That, after all our strife,
Defeats, mistakes,
Just as, at last, we see
The road to victory,
The tired heart breaks.

Just as the long years give
Knowledge of how to live,
Life's end draws near;
As if, that gift being ours,
God needed our new powers
In worlds elsewhere.

And since, without this dream
No light, no faintest gleam
Answers our 'why';
But earth and all its race
Must pass and leave no trace
On that blind sky;

Mine be the dream, the creed
That leaves for God, indeed,
For God, and man,
One open door whereby
To prove His world no lie
And crown His plan.
Alfred Noyes

Romans - Poems & Quotes

Romans Poems & Quotes
Romans 2:21–3:9
You're writing a gospel, a chapter a day
By deeds that you do and words that you say.
Men read what you write, whether false or true.
What is the gospel according to you?
–Author unknown
"If circumcision in itself does not give righteousness, if circumcision does not preclude it, what profit was there ever in it? A distinction that God made among men seems, after all, not to be one."
–Dr. James Stifler
Romans 5:1-9
"In Washington there is a feeling that the problems have so mounted and multiplied that man is totally incapable of solving the problems of the world."
–James Reston, New York Times
"You are looking at an atheist who has lost his faith."
–George Bernard Shaw
Romans 7:1-6
“Dr. Alexander Whyte once said that whenever a new book on Romans comes out and is sent to him for consideration, he at once turns to the comments on chapter seven, and according to the view taken of that important section he decides on the value of the entire work”
–Dr. Griffith Thomas
Romans 8:6-17
To hope to do better is to fail to see yourself in Christ only.
To be disappointed with yourself means you believed in yourself.
To be discouraged is unbelief.
To be proud is to be blind.
The lack of divine blessing comes from unbelief, not a failure of devotion.
–Dr. William R. Newell
“If we could see ourselves as God sees us, we couldn’t even stand ourselves!”
–attributed to Mel Trotter
Romans 8:18-28
“A soft pillow for a tired heart.”
–Dr. Rueben A. Torrey describing Romans 8:28
Romans 9:1-5
“It has been tacitly assumed in Christian interpretation that Judaism’s day is over; that an elect, leveling church built on faith in Christ was the intent of the Law and prophets; and that it was the duty of all Jews to drop their peculiarities and come into the church. Such an assumption the Jews ascribed to Paul. It is strangely forgotten that the mother church inJerusalem and Judaea never had a Gentile within its fold, that none could have been admitted, and that every member of that primitive body of tens of thousands was zealous of the law (Acts 21:20). They accepted Jesus as the Messiah, but abandoned none of their Old Testament customs and hopes. Christianity has suffered not a little in the continuous attempt to interpret it not from the Jewish, but from the Gentile point of view. The church in Jerusalem, and not the church in Antioch or Ephesus or Rome, furnishes the only sufficient historical outlook.”
–James M. Stifler, The Epistle to the Romans
Romans 9:4-24

Presumptuous Pigmy
You cannot put one little star in motion,
You cannot shape one single forest leaf,
Nor fling a mountain up, nor sink an ocean,
Presumptuous pigmy, large with unbelief!
You cannot bring one dawn of regal splendor,
Nor bid the day to shadowy twilight fall,
Nor send the pale moon forth with radiance tender;
And dare you doubt the One who has done it all?
–Ella Wheeler Wilcox
“I am having trouble with that passage too, but mine is different. I do not understand why God loved Jacob.”
–Dr. Griffith Thomas’ answer to a student who was having trouble understanding why God hated Esau
Romans 9:25—10:6
“Is it not marvelous that people can read the Bible and all the time fail to see its essential teaching and its personal application to themselves? There is scarcely anything more surprising and saddening than the presence of intellectual knowledge of God’s word with an utter failure to appreciate its spiritual meaning and force.”
–Dr. Griffith Thomas

Romans 14:5-17

How Do You Spell Revival?
If all the sleeping folk would wake up,
If all the lukewarm folk would fire up,
If all the disgruntled would sweeten up,
If all the discouraged would cheer up,
If all the depressed would look up,
If all the estranged would make up,
If all the gossipers would shut up,
There might come a revival.
–Author unknown

Romans 14:17—15:3

“Despite these objections, the integrity of the epistle as it now stands is certain.”
–Kerr, Introduction to New Testament Study

Romans 15:25—16:2

Look back—and praise Him,
Look ahead—and trust Him,
Look around—and serve Him,
Look up—and expect Him.
–Author unknown

“The sixteenth chapter is neglected by many to their own loss.”
–Dr. William R. Newell, Romans Verse by Verse

Whenever I am prone to doubt or wonder---



http://www.ellawheelerwilcox.org/poems/ppresump.htm


PRESUMPTION
Whenever I am prone to doubt or wonder---
    I check myself, and say, "That mighty One
Who made the solar system cannot blunder---
    And for the best all things are being done."
Who set the stars on their eternal courses
    Has fashioned this strange earth by some sure plan.
Bow low, bow low to those majestic forces,
    Nor dare to doubt their wisdom---puny man.
You cannot put one little star in motion,
    You cannot shape one single forest leaf,
Nor fling a mountain up, nor sink an ocean,
    Presumptuous pigmy, large with unbelief.
You cannot bring one dawn of regal splendour,
    Nor bid the day to shadowy twilight fall,
Nor send the pale moon forth with radiance tender,
    And dare you doubt the One who has done all?
"So much is wrong, there is such pain---such sinning."
    Yet look again---behold how much is right!
And He who formed the world from its beginning
    Knows how to guide it upward to the light.
Your task, O man, is not to carp and cavil
    At God's achievements, but with purpose strong
To cling to good, and turn away from evil---
    That is the way to help the world along.
Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.

A Poem On Taxes

Poem on Taxes - Charley Reese's Final column!



This might be funny if it weren't so true.
Be sure to read all the way to the end:

Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table,
At which he's fed.

Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.

Tax his work,
Tax his pay,
He works for
peanuts anyway!

Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.

Tax his ties,
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.

Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.

Tax his cigars,
Tax his beers,
If he cries
Tax his tears.

Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his ass.

Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won't be done
Till he has no dough.

When he screams and hollers;
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He's good and sore.

Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he's laid...

Put these words
Upon his tomb,
'Taxes drove me
to my doom...'

When he's gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.
Accounts Receivable Tax
Building Permit Tax
CDL license Tax
Cigarette Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Excise Taxes
Federal Income Tax
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax
Fuel Permit Tax
Gasoline Tax (currently 44.75 cents per gallon)
Gross Receipts Tax
Hunting License Tax
Inheritance Tax
Inventory Tax
IRS Interest Charges IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax)
Liquor Tax
Luxury Taxes
Marriage License Tax
Medicare Tax
Personal Property Tax
Property Tax
Real Estate Tax
Service Charge Tax
Social Security Tax
Road Usage Tax
Recreational Vehicle Tax
Sales Tax
School Tax
State Income Tax
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA)
Telephone Federal Excise Tax
Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax
Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Taxes
Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax
Telephone Recurring and Nonrecurring Charges Tax
Telephone State and Local Tax
Telephone Usage Charge Tax
Utility Taxes
Vehicle License Registration Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Watercraft Registration Tax
Well Permit Tax
Workers Compensation Tax

STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY?
Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, & our nation was the most prosperous in the world. We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.

What in the heck happened? Can you spell 'politicians?'
I hope this goes around THE USA at least 545 times!!! YOU can help it get there!!!

The Master was searching for a vessel to use;

Chosen Vessel

The Master was searching for a vessel to use;
On the shelf there were many which one would He choose?

"Take me, cried the gold one I'm shiny and bright,
I'm of great value and I do things just right.

My beauty and luster will outshine the rest
And for someone like you, Master, gold would be the best!"

The Master passed on with no word at all;
He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall;

"I'll serve you, dear Master, I'll pour out your wine
And I'll be at your table whenever you dine,

My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
And my silver will always compliment you."

Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass,
It was wide mouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.

"Here! Here!" cried the vessel, I know I will do.
Place me on your table for all men to view."

"Look at me", called the goblet of crystal so clear.
"My transparency shows my contents so dear,

Though fragile am I,I will serve you with pride,
And I'm sure I'll be happy in your home to abide."

The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
Polished and carved, it solidly stood.

"You may use me, dear Master", the wooden bowl said.
"But I'd rather you used me for fruit, not for bread!"

Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay,
Empty and broken it helplessly lay.

No hope had the vessel that the master might choose,
To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.

Ah! This is the vessel I've been hoping to find,
I will mend and use it and make it all mine.

I need not the vessel with pride of itself;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;

Nor the one who is big mouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one who displays his contents so proud;

Nor the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
But this plain earthy vessel filled with my power and might

Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.

Spoke to it kindly "There's work you must do.
Just pour out to others as I pour into you."

Author Unknown