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Once Upon A Pew- By: Author Unknown


Once Upon A Pew

Author Unknown

I Sat Once upon a pew, I sat And heard the preacher ask,
"We need someone to teach a class, Now who will take this task?"

Then God sat down beside me there And said, "Son, that's for you."
"But, Lord, to stand before a class Is one thing I can't do"

Now Bill would be the man to call, There's nothing he won't do.
"I'd rather hear the lesson taught From here upon my pew."

Once upon a pew I sat And heard the preacher ask,
"We need someone to lead the songs, Now who will take this task?"

Then God sat down beside me there And said, "Son, that's for you."
"But Lord, to sing before a crowd Is one thing I can't do.

Now Brother King will do the job, There's nothing he won't do.
"I'd rather hear the music played From here upon my pew."

Once upon a pew I sat And heard the preacher ask,
"I need someone tokeep the door, Now who will take this task?"

Then God sat down beside me there And said,
"Son, that's for you."
"But saying things to strangers, Lord, Is one thing I can't do"

Now Tom can talk to people, Lord, There's nothing he won't do.
"I'd rather someone come to me And greet me on the pew."

As years just seemed to pass me by, I heard that voice no more.
Until one night I closed my eyes And woke on heaven's shore.

'Twas four of us together there To face eternity.
God said,
"I need just three of you To do a job for me."

"O Lord, I cried, "I'll do the job, There's nothing I won't do."
But Jesus said,
"I'm sorry, Friend, In Heaven there's no pew."


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My Tears - By: David Rowley


MY TEARS

Thou tellest all my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle Psalms 56:8

A bottle of tears - who can tell where they've been,
of the stories they'd tell, and what they have seen.
Wandering, wandering, years upon years
some filled with pleasure, some choked with fears
and into the bottle of God they go
and mingle together so only He'd know.

How strong the squeeze on my heart,
that moved them from there to my soul.
And how wise the almighty who moved them;
but what is the plan? What's the goal?

He was aquainted with grief,
and we just didn't want to see
so we hid as it were
our faces from him
while he died broken hearted for me.

His soul shed tears for Laz'rus
And Jerusalem tore at his heart.
yes I'm sure that he wept as he hung on the cross
and the dagger of sin rent the veil sure apart

Are his tears also there in the bottle with mine?
Does he suffer again when I weep?
Do my tears add again to His sorrow
Are the tears in the bottle that deep?

But how silly to think that my weeping
could somehow be compared to the grief,
of the one who became ugly sin in my place
To do that would make me a theif!

So again let me hear the sweet music
Say! what does it do to my soul
And how the Eternal moves 'round in my heart!
binds up my wounds - Makes me whole

Then someday - the mystery ended,
We'll be in that wonderful place
Like the good book so graciously tells us,
He'll wipe all the tears from our face.



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