A city full of churches; Great preachers, lettered men! Grand music, choirs and organs; if these all fail, what then? Good workers, eager, earnest; who labor hour by hour, But where, oh where, my brother; Is God’s almighty power? It is the Holy Spirit, that quickeneth the soul; God will not take man-worship, nor bowContinue reading “THE HOLY SPIRIT”
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CLOSER HOME
Copyright Ted Cowen I woke this morning, just before the dawn The body felt better than did the previous morn And so, preparing for the day that plainly lay ahead I spoke with Jesus; He is the Living Bread. After going through the normal preparations I checked the headlines for sensations Things had not changedContinue reading “CLOSER HOME”
SHEPHERD OF GRACE
Copyright by Ted Cowen In tenderness the Shepherd sought This sheep that’d gone astray He followed in loves pursuit Knowing I had lost my way Quietly he whispered Child, let’s head on to My home I’ll forgive your sin, and save your soul Thru My GRACE I will make you whole. I listened to thatContinue reading “SHEPHERD OF GRACE”
SHEPHERD OF GRACE
Copyright by Ted Cowen In tenderness the Shepherd sought This sheep that’d gone astray He followed in loves pursuit Knowing I had lost my way Quietly he whispered Child, let’s head on to My home I’ll forgive your sin, and save your soul Thru My GRACE I will make you whole. I listened to thatContinue reading “SHEPHERD OF GRACE”
SHEPHERD OF GRACE
Copyright by Ted Cowen In tenderness the Shepherd sought This sheep that’d gone astray He followed in loves pursuit Knowing I had lost my way Quietly he whispered Child, let’s head on to My home I’ll forgive your sin, and save your soul Thru My GRACE I will make you whole. I listened to thatContinue reading “SHEPHERD OF GRACE”
FACE TO FACE
I wish I had met Mr. Anonymous. Here he dropped by and left a poem to which I must most gladly give credit! I had walked life’s way with an easy tread, I had followed where pleasure and comforts led, Until one day in a quiet place I met the Master face to face. WithContinue reading “FACE TO FACE”
FORGIVEN
I have never been a poet, yet my efforts were satisfying to my need. I often jotted down notes on a multiplicity of subjects for fun, sometimes for spiritual truths, frequently for the love of my life, Patsy. I seldom purchased a card, but so enjoyed writing to her and about her. The poem todayContinue reading “FORGIVEN”
CHRIST WAS BORN
With permission from the author, our dear friend and brother in Christ, Clive Price, we share with you this poem. ‘Twas the night before Christmas And all you could hear Were stories of Santa And his eight little reindeer. The air waves crackled With sounds of the season, But few there were That knew theContinue reading “CHRIST WAS BORN”
PAUSE AT CHRISTMAS
Pause for a moment Pause for a day The message of Christmas Scratched on some clay Passed on from one Embraced by us all A woman, a virgin Giving birth in a stall “No room” herein “Too crowded” they said “Down in the barn You may make a bed” Things have changed little Over theContinue reading “PAUSE AT CHRISTMAS”
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