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The Door

The Door
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Door of hope for sinners poor,
Here the hopeless may draw nigh;
Jesus bids them stay no more,
And receives them graciously.

Door of mercy open wide,
He that will may enter here;
Find in Jesus’ pierced side
Shelter from each rising fear.

Door of pardon for the vile,
Here the vilest enter in,
Find the fruit of Jesus’ toil
Full atonement for their sin.

Door of peace, yea, peace with God,
Sinners may adore and bless —
Peace, the fruit of Jesus’ blood;
Peace, the fruit of righteousness.

Door of heaven, there saints shall raise
Loud hosannas swelling high,
And in gratitude and praise
Spend a long eternity.



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Diggin' In Dirt On A Sunday! - By: John Evans




Diggin' In Dirt On A Sunday!

By:John Evans

The Smiths they are very fine farmers,
Honest folk, just true-blue every way.
But sometimes the spring rains just keep coming
With big losses quite hard to defray,

So sometimes these folks worked on a Sunday --
But for church they would be in their place,
On time, in their best, to praise Jesus,
Who had blessed them and theirs by His grace.

Well, this Lord's day they early had labored,
As they felt God allowed them to do,
And at ten o'clock sharp they were gathered,
Their heads bowed before God in their pew.

Yes, in church they sought surcease from trial --
But behind them they heard, "God detests
This diggin' in dirt on a Sunday,
Then prayin' to Him like the rest!"

Well, the barb was for them and they knew it,
But as singin' had started they tried
To cast upon Jesus this sorrow,
For their Savior for such sin had died.

Well, the preacher soon came to his sermon --
And amazingly this was his text:
"Let's be slow to pass judgment on others;
Forsake that in this world for the next.

And don't dig into other folks' problems --
Leave the dirt there for their eyes and God's,
For He sure hates the ways of a gossip
And won't bless folks when that road they've trod!"

Well, the preacher he had one good sermon!
It's gist was in truth, God detests
Gossips "diggin' in dirt on a Sunday,
Then prayin' to Him like the rest!"

I'm reminded of Jesus' sure proverb,
In the Gospel of Matthew it's penned,
"By your own words you shall be accepted,
And by your own words you shall be condemned."


John Evans

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You Are All I Want - By: Doug McVicar


You Are All I Want

Jesus, You are everything,
Everything to me.
Everything I want, everything I need,
Nothing else will do,
No-one else for me.
You are all I want, You are all I need.

For You supply my every need,
You are King and Lord.
With You in my life, I want nothing else.
It is You that I adore.

Seated on the throne,
With the Father up above.
You supply my every need,
With tenderness and love.

When I’m weary, You give me rest,
You lift my burdens away.
My food You provide, my thirst You quench,
I thank You for every new day.

Jesus, You are everything,
Everything to me.
Everything I want, everything I need,
Nothing else will do,
No-one else for me.
You are all I want, You are all I need.

©Doug McVicar – 1st October 2005

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Sometimes Love... - By: M.S.Lowndes - Restored And Updated


Sometimes Love...

Sometimes love can be quiet
And sometimes love can be still
But always love is patient
And is a choice of our will

Sometimes love can be vibrant
Sometimes it's not easily felt
But always love is eternal
And is never boastful or proud

Sometimes love can be tender
Then sometimes hard to express
But always love is truthful
And believes in the very best

Sometimes love can be exciting
And love can sometimes be sweet
For love is always trusting
And chooses never to envy

Sometimes love can be painful
Then sometimes love's like a song
But always love is forgiving
And keeps no record of wrongs

Sometimes love can be gentle
Then sometimes it’s just a word
But always love protects and hopes
And love is always preserved

Love is never self-seeking
And is never angered or rude
Love can never fail us
For God’s love is faithful and true

© By M.S.Lowndes



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Enough's Enough! - By: Peggy McIlveene

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Enough's Enough!

The world is full of evil folks,
and life can be quite rough.
I wonder when the Lord will say,
"Good grief, enough's enough!"

"It's been almost 6,000 years
since I created man,
who had it great in Paradise,
until they sinned and ran!"

"But still I gave them chances,
even though they broke my heart.
Yet still they turned away from Me,
which wasn't very smart!"

"Life went on from there,
and soon the earth was filled.
I wanted them to love Me,
but their hearts grew blacker still."

"I warned them I'd destroy the earth,
but they did not take heed,
and so I rid My world of them
for all their evil deeds!"

"4,000 years have passed since then,
they still won't turn to Me.
And every time I look around,
their evil works I see.

"They only THINK they have it bad,
and that their lives are rough;
it'll be much worse when I decide,
good grief, enough's enough!"


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Peggy McIlveene
August 21, 2004



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Blaming Dear Old Dad - By: Vicki Porter



Blaming Dear Old Dad-
By: Vicki Porter

Lately he had felt a weight
In his very heart and soul,
And had sought some kind of easing—
To feel free again and whole.

Well, philosophy and therapy
The world did gladly share,
Assuring him that pain he felt
Was needless and unfair.

Once they learned his father spanked him
When he stole a candy bar,
They told him that for all these years
He’d had to bear the scar.

They said no wonder that he suffered,
For he’d had to rise above
This cruel paternal action,
This betrayal of his love.

So he listened to the world’s words,
But came a whisper in his heart
That he and his dear Saviour
Had begun to drift apart,

And that troubling in his soul was not
A spanking from his past,
But a need to find the Lord’s will,
And find peace of mind at last.

He thought about that candy bar
And Dad’s worried, somber face
As he spoke of God’s forgiving love
Once that spanking’d taken place.

And now he found a quiet corner
Where he could kneel in prayer
And speak to God in earnest,
And find healing comfort there.

And as he rose up from his knees,
Feeling lightness in his soul,
Sweet relief washed over him,
And he felt refreshed and whole.

He thought of dear old Dad again
And the task he’d set about
To use God’s instructions for his family
And to keep temptation out.

And he wondered if one of those nights
When he found Dad deep in prayer,
Kneeling with his Bible
By his favorite easy chair,

If Dad had found in Proverbs
An answer to his prayer—
He must not, despite its pain to him,
The rod of correction spare,

For Dad knew the devil’s way is step by step
To lead man into sin,
and it only takes a stolen treat
To let that path begin.

Oh, yes, Dad had affected his life
By the guidance he had shown,
And he thanked God it was the Scriptures,
Not the world’s words he had known!

“Chasten thy son while there is hope, and let
not thy soul spare for his crying.”
(Proverbs 19:18)




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