The Light of Christ In The Present Darkness
As the world becomes much darker, we have one hope that's brighter,
And as this world sinks even lower, our hope above is even higher,
Many people alive today look to a world body for the hope it brings,
And there is a darker man of deception who is waiting in the wings.
He's coming with a plan for peace while promising many other things,
But, through his false deceptive peace he will destroy many beings.
So as the days do get darker, we must indeed shine forth our light,
For the very day that we are raptured, will become the darkest night.
The needed Light for this darkness is The Light of Christ my friend,
He's the only Hope for the entire world as it spins towards the end.
After Christ left the earth He sent The Spirit with power and might,
For its The Holy Spirit within us who helps us send forth His Light.
For God gave us not a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of His power,
And that my friend should encourage us in the darkness of this hour.
But many Christians allow the world to put a basket over their light,
When the time it is really needed, is in the darkness of the night.
All through David's darkest trials, he joyfully lifted up The Lord,
Even in his darkest hour with true repentance his light was restored.
With the day almost over, like King David, we can say in the night,
You are my lamp, O LORD; for the LORD turns my darkness into light.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Don't Leave It On The Desk
DON'T LEAVE IT ON THE DESK
There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr. Christensen, a studious
man who taught at a small college in the western United States . Dr.
Christensen taught the required survey course in Christianity at this
particular Institution. Every student was required to take this course his
freshman year, regardless of his or her major.
Although Dr. Christensen tried hard to communicate the essence of the gospel
in his class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as
nothing but required drudgery. Despite his best efforts, most students
refused to take Christianity seriously.
This year, Dr. Christensen had a special student named Steve. Steve was only
a freshman, but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary f or the
ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an imposing
physical s pecimen. He was now the starting center on the school football
team, and was the best student in the professor's class.
One day, Dr. Christensen asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk
with him. 'How many push-ups can you do?' Steve said, 'I do about 200 every
night.'
'200? That's pretty good, Steve,' Dr. Christensen said. 'Do you think you
could do 300?'
Steve replied, 'I don't know.... I've never done 300 at a time.'
'Do you think you could?' again asked Dr. Christensen.
'Well, I can try,' said Steve.
'Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind and I need you
to do about 300 push-ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it?
I need you to tell me you can do it,' said the professor.
Steve said, 'Well... I think I can...yeah, I can do it.'
Dr. Christensen said, 'Good! I need you to do this on Friday. Let me explain
what I have in mind.'
Friday came and Steve g ot to class early and sat in the front of the room.
When class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. No, these
weren't the normal kinds of donuts, they were the BIG, extra fancy kind,
with cream centers and frosting swirls.
Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the last class of the year, and
they were going to get an early start on the weekend with a party in Dr.
Christensen's class.
Dr. Christensen went to the first girl in the first row and asked, 'Cynthia,
do you want to have one of these donuts?' Cynthia said, 'Yes.'
Dr. Christensen then turned to Steve and asked, 'Steve, would you do ten
push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?
' 'Sure.' Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve
again sat in his d esk. D r. Christensen put a donut on Cynthia's desk. Dr.
Christensen then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, 'Joe, do you want
a donut?'
Joe said, 'Yes.' Dr. Chr is tensen asked, 'Steve would you do ten push-ups
so Joe can have a donut?'
Steve did ten push-ups! , Joe got a donut. And so it went, down the first
aisle, Steve did ten push-ups for every person before they got their donut.
Walking down the second aisle, Dr. Christensen came to Scott. Scott was on
the basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular
and never lacking for female companionship.
When the professor asked, 'Scott do you want a donut?' Scott's reply was,
'Well, can I do my own push-ups?' Dr. Christensen said, 'No, Steve has to do
them.' Then Scott said, 'Well, I don't want one then.'
Dr. Christensen shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, 'Steve, would
you do ten push-ups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want? ' W ith
perfect obedience Steve started to do ten push-ups. Scott said, 'HEY! I said
I didn't want one!'
Dr. Christensen said, 'Look! This is my classroom, my class, my de sks, and
these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it.' And he
put a donut on Scott's desk.
Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on
the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and
down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming out around his
brow.
Dr. Christensen started down the third row. Now the students were beginning
to get a little angry. Dr. Christensen asked Jenny, 'Jenny, do you want a
donut?' Sternly, Jenny said, 'No.' Then Dr. Christensen asked Steve, 'Steve,
would you do ten more push-ups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't
want?'
Steve did ten....Jenny got a donut.
By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students
werebeginning to say 'No' and there were all these uneaten donuts on the
desks.
Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these
push-ups done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the
floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because
of the physical effort involved.
Dr. Christensen asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the
class, to watch Steve do each push up to make sure he did the full ten
push-ups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for
all of those uneaten donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so
Robert could count the set and watch Steve closely.
Dr. Christensen started down the fourth row. During his class, however, some
students from other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps along
the radiators that ran down the sides of the room. When the professor
realized this, he did a quick count an d saw that now there were 34 students
in the room. He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it.
Dr. Christensen went on to the next person and the next and t he n ext. Near
the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a
lot more time to complete each set. Steve asked Dr Christensen, 'Do I have
to make my nose touch on each one?'
Dr. Christensen thought for a moment, 'Well, they're your push-ups. You are
in charge now. You can do them any way that you want.' And Dr. Christensen
went on.
A few moments later, Jason, a recent transfer student, came to the room and
was about to come in when all the students yelled in one voice, 'NO! Don't
come in! Stay out!'
Jason didn't know what was going on. Steve picked up his head and said, 'No,
let him come.'
Professor Christensen said, 'You realize that if Jason comes in you will
have to do ten push-ups for him?' Steve said, 'Yes, let him com e in.<
BR>Give him a donut.'
Dr. Christensen said, 'Okay, Steve, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way
right now. Jason, do you want a donut?' Jason, new to the room, hardl y knew
what was going on. 'Yes,' he said, 'give me a donut.' 'Steve, will you do
ten push-ups so that Jason can have a donut?' Steve did ten push-ups very
slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat
down.
Dr. Christensen finished the fourth row, and then started on those visitors
seated by the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up in a
struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. By this time sweat
was profusely dropping off of his face, there was no sound except his heavy
breathing; there was not a dry eye in the room.
The very last two students in the room were two young women, both
cheerleaders, and very popular. Dr. Christensen went to Linda, the second to
last, and asked, 'Linda, do you want a donut ?' Linda said, very sadly, 'No,
thank you.' Professor Christensen quietly asked, 'Steve, would you do ten
push-ups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?' G runtin g from
the effort, Steve did ten very slow push-ups for Linda.
Then Dr Christensen turned to the last girl, Susan. 'Susan, do you want a
donut?' Susan, with tears flowing down her face, began to cry. 'Dr.
Christensen, why can't I help him?'
Dr. Christensen, with tears of his own, said, 'No, Steve has to do it alone.
I have given him this task, and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has
an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not. When I decided to
have a party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book. Steve here
is the only student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test,
skipped class, or offered m e inferior work.
Steve told me that in football practice, when a player messes up he must do
push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my party unless he
paid the price by doing your push ups. He and I made a deal for your sakes.'
'Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can have a donut?' As Steve very
slowly finished his last push-up, with the understanding that he had
accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 push-ups, his
arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.
Dr. Christensen turned to the room and said. 'And so it was, that our
Savior, Jesus Christ, on the cross, pled to the Father, 'Into Thy hands I
commend My spirit.' With the understanding that He had done everything that
was required of Him, He yielded up His life. And like some of those in this
room, many of us leave the gift on the desk, uneaten.'
Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically
exhausted, but wearing a thin smile.
'Well done, good and faithful servant,' said the professor, adding 'Not all
sermon s are preached in words.'
Turning to his class, the professor said, 'My wish is that you might
understand and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that
have been given to you through the sacrifice of our Lord and Savior Jesus
Christ. He spared not His only Begotten Son, but gave Him up for us all, for
the whole Church, now and forever. Whether or not we choose to accept His
gift to us, the price has been paid.' 'Wouldn't you be foolish and
ungrateful to leave it lying on the desk?'
Share this with someone. It's bound to touch their heart and demonstrate
Salvation in a very special way.
Many thanks to Rosie Barnett for this story, It touch my heart, and I am sure it will your's
There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr. Christensen, a studious
man who taught at a small college in the western United States . Dr.
Christensen taught the required survey course in Christianity at this
particular Institution. Every student was required to take this course his
freshman year, regardless of his or her major.
Although Dr. Christensen tried hard to communicate the essence of the gospel
in his class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as
nothing but required drudgery. Despite his best efforts, most students
refused to take Christianity seriously.
This year, Dr. Christensen had a special student named Steve. Steve was only
a freshman, but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary f or the
ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an imposing
physical s pecimen. He was now the starting center on the school football
team, and was the best student in the professor's class.
One day, Dr. Christensen asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk
with him. 'How many push-ups can you do?' Steve said, 'I do about 200 every
night.'
'200? That's pretty good, Steve,' Dr. Christensen said. 'Do you think you
could do 300?'
Steve replied, 'I don't know.... I've never done 300 at a time.'
'Do you think you could?' again asked Dr. Christensen.
'Well, I can try,' said Steve.
'Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind and I need you
to do about 300 push-ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it?
I need you to tell me you can do it,' said the professor.
Steve said, 'Well... I think I can...yeah, I can do it.'
Dr. Christensen said, 'Good! I need you to do this on Friday. Let me explain
what I have in mind.'
Friday came and Steve g ot to class early and sat in the front of the room.
When class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. No, these
weren't the normal kinds of donuts, they were the BIG, extra fancy kind,
with cream centers and frosting swirls.
Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the last class of the year, and
they were going to get an early start on the weekend with a party in Dr.
Christensen's class.
Dr. Christensen went to the first girl in the first row and asked, 'Cynthia,
do you want to have one of these donuts?' Cynthia said, 'Yes.'
Dr. Christensen then turned to Steve and asked, 'Steve, would you do ten
push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?
' 'Sure.' Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve
again sat in his d esk. D r. Christensen put a donut on Cynthia's desk. Dr.
Christensen then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, 'Joe, do you want
a donut?'
Joe said, 'Yes.' Dr. Chr is tensen asked, 'Steve would you do ten push-ups
so Joe can have a donut?'
Steve did ten push-ups! , Joe got a donut. And so it went, down the first
aisle, Steve did ten push-ups for every person before they got their donut.
Walking down the second aisle, Dr. Christensen came to Scott. Scott was on
the basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular
and never lacking for female companionship.
When the professor asked, 'Scott do you want a donut?' Scott's reply was,
'Well, can I do my own push-ups?' Dr. Christensen said, 'No, Steve has to do
them.' Then Scott said, 'Well, I don't want one then.'
Dr. Christensen shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, 'Steve, would
you do ten push-ups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want? ' W ith
perfect obedience Steve started to do ten push-ups. Scott said, 'HEY! I said
I didn't want one!'
Dr. Christensen said, 'Look! This is my classroom, my class, my de sks, and
these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it.' And he
put a donut on Scott's desk.
Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on
the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and
down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming out around his
brow.
Dr. Christensen started down the third row. Now the students were beginning
to get a little angry. Dr. Christensen asked Jenny, 'Jenny, do you want a
donut?' Sternly, Jenny said, 'No.' Then Dr. Christensen asked Steve, 'Steve,
would you do ten more push-ups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't
want?'
Steve did ten....Jenny got a donut.
By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students
werebeginning to say 'No' and there were all these uneaten donuts on the
desks.
Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these
push-ups done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the
floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because
of the physical effort involved.
Dr. Christensen asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the
class, to watch Steve do each push up to make sure he did the full ten
push-ups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for
all of those uneaten donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so
Robert could count the set and watch Steve closely.
Dr. Christensen started down the fourth row. During his class, however, some
students from other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps along
the radiators that ran down the sides of the room. When the professor
realized this, he did a quick count an d saw that now there were 34 students
in the room. He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it.
Dr. Christensen went on to the next person and the next and t he n ext. Near
the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a
lot more time to complete each set. Steve asked Dr Christensen, 'Do I have
to make my nose touch on each one?'
Dr. Christensen thought for a moment, 'Well, they're your push-ups. You are
in charge now. You can do them any way that you want.' And Dr. Christensen
went on.
A few moments later, Jason, a recent transfer student, came to the room and
was about to come in when all the students yelled in one voice, 'NO! Don't
come in! Stay out!'
Jason didn't know what was going on. Steve picked up his head and said, 'No,
let him come.'
Professor Christensen said, 'You realize that if Jason comes in you will
have to do ten push-ups for him?' Steve said, 'Yes, let him com e in.<
BR>Give him a donut.'
Dr. Christensen said, 'Okay, Steve, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way
right now. Jason, do you want a donut?' Jason, new to the room, hardl y knew
what was going on. 'Yes,' he said, 'give me a donut.' 'Steve, will you do
ten push-ups so that Jason can have a donut?' Steve did ten push-ups very
slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat
down.
Dr. Christensen finished the fourth row, and then started on those visitors
seated by the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up in a
struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. By this time sweat
was profusely dropping off of his face, there was no sound except his heavy
breathing; there was not a dry eye in the room.
The very last two students in the room were two young women, both
cheerleaders, and very popular. Dr. Christensen went to Linda, the second to
last, and asked, 'Linda, do you want a donut ?' Linda said, very sadly, 'No,
thank you.' Professor Christensen quietly asked, 'Steve, would you do ten
push-ups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?' G runtin g from
the effort, Steve did ten very slow push-ups for Linda.
Then Dr Christensen turned to the last girl, Susan. 'Susan, do you want a
donut?' Susan, with tears flowing down her face, began to cry. 'Dr.
Christensen, why can't I help him?'
Dr. Christensen, with tears of his own, said, 'No, Steve has to do it alone.
I have given him this task, and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has
an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not. When I decided to
have a party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book. Steve here
is the only student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test,
skipped class, or offered m e inferior work.
Steve told me that in football practice, when a player messes up he must do
push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my party unless he
paid the price by doing your push ups. He and I made a deal for your sakes.'
'Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can have a donut?' As Steve very
slowly finished his last push-up, with the understanding that he had
accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 push-ups, his
arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.
Dr. Christensen turned to the room and said. 'And so it was, that our
Savior, Jesus Christ, on the cross, pled to the Father, 'Into Thy hands I
commend My spirit.' With the understanding that He had done everything that
was required of Him, He yielded up His life. And like some of those in this
room, many of us leave the gift on the desk, uneaten.'
Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically
exhausted, but wearing a thin smile.
'Well done, good and faithful servant,' said the professor, adding 'Not all
sermon s are preached in words.'
Turning to his class, the professor said, 'My wish is that you might
understand and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that
have been given to you through the sacrifice of our Lord and Savior Jesus
Christ. He spared not His only Begotten Son, but gave Him up for us all, for
the whole Church, now and forever. Whether or not we choose to accept His
gift to us, the price has been paid.' 'Wouldn't you be foolish and
ungrateful to leave it lying on the desk?'
Share this with someone. It's bound to touch their heart and demonstrate
Salvation in a very special way.
Many thanks to Rosie Barnett for this story, It touch my heart, and I am sure it will your's
New Year
New Year
Farewell to the old year forever,
And all its sorrows and care
We'll bury in our hearts, and endeavor
New troubles and trials to bear.
The old year has gone with its sadness,
In oblivion to dwell evermore;
The new year will come with its gladness,
To welcome the rich and the poor.
Ah, welcome the new year with pleasure,
And welcome home friends, that is dear;
Be happy and joyful together,
And greet each happy new year.
Some people will meet in sadness,
For death has entered their home,
And robbed them of joy and gladness,
And left them forsaken and lone.
Young people not meet it in sorrow,
For their hearts are blithesome and gay,
Trouble will come with to-morrow,
So let them be happy to- day.
Farewell to the old year forever;
Lay its sorrows aside with a tear.
Think of the future; and endeavor
To greet each happy new year.
Farewell to the old year forever,
And all its sorrows and care
We'll bury in our hearts, and endeavor
New troubles and trials to bear.
The old year has gone with its sadness,
In oblivion to dwell evermore;
The new year will come with its gladness,
To welcome the rich and the poor.
Ah, welcome the new year with pleasure,
And welcome home friends, that is dear;
Be happy and joyful together,
And greet each happy new year.
Some people will meet in sadness,
For death has entered their home,
And robbed them of joy and gladness,
And left them forsaken and lone.
Young people not meet it in sorrow,
For their hearts are blithesome and gay,
Trouble will come with to-morrow,
So let them be happy to- day.
Farewell to the old year forever;
Lay its sorrows aside with a tear.
Think of the future; and endeavor
To greet each happy new year.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
The Christian's New Year Prayer
The Christian’s New Year Prayer
Thou Christ of mine, Thy gracious ear low bending
Through these glad New Year days,
To catch the countless prayers to heaven ascending –
For e’en hard hearts do raise
Some secret wish for fame, or gold, or power,
Or freedom from all care –
Dear, patient Christ, who listeneth hour on hour,
Hear now a Christian’s prayer.
Let this young year, silent, walks beside me,
Be as a means of grace
To lead me up, no matter what betide me,
Nearer the Master’s face.
If it need be ere I reach the Fountain
Where living waters play,
My feet should bleed from sharp stones on the mountain,
Then cast them in my way.
If my vain soul needs blows and bitter losses
To shape it for Thy crown,
Then bruise it, burn it, burden it with crosses,
With sorrows bear it down.
Do what Thou wilt to mould me to Thy pleasure,
And if I should complain,
Heap full of anguish yet another measure
Until I smile at pain.
Send dangers – deaths! but tell me how to dare them;
Enfold me in Thy care.
Send trials, tears! but give me strength to bear them –
This is a Christian’s prayer.
Thou Christ of mine, Thy gracious ear low bending
Through these glad New Year days,
To catch the countless prayers to heaven ascending –
For e’en hard hearts do raise
Some secret wish for fame, or gold, or power,
Or freedom from all care –
Dear, patient Christ, who listeneth hour on hour,
Hear now a Christian’s prayer.
Let this young year, silent, walks beside me,
Be as a means of grace
To lead me up, no matter what betide me,
Nearer the Master’s face.
If it need be ere I reach the Fountain
Where living waters play,
My feet should bleed from sharp stones on the mountain,
Then cast them in my way.
If my vain soul needs blows and bitter losses
To shape it for Thy crown,
Then bruise it, burn it, burden it with crosses,
With sorrows bear it down.
Do what Thou wilt to mould me to Thy pleasure,
And if I should complain,
Heap full of anguish yet another measure
Until I smile at pain.
Send dangers – deaths! but tell me how to dare them;
Enfold me in Thy care.
Send trials, tears! but give me strength to bear them –
This is a Christian’s prayer.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Christmas Day
Christmas Day
What sudden blaze of song
Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heaven?
In waves of light it thrills along,
Th' angelic signal given -
"Glory to God!" from yonder central fire
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir;
Like circles widening round
Upon a clear blue river,
Orb after orb, the wondrous sound
Is echoed on for ever:
"Glory to God on high, on earth be peace,
And love towards men of love--salvation and release."
Yet stay, before thou dare
To join that festal throng;
Listen and mark what gentle air
First stirred the tide of song;
'Tis not, "the Saviour born in David's home,
To Whom for power and health obedient worlds should come:" -
'Tis not, "the Christ the Lord:"
With fixed adoring look
The choir of Angels caught the word,
Nor yet their silence broke:
But when they heard the sign where Christ should be,
In sudden light they shone and heavenly harmony.
Wrapped in His swaddling bands,
And in His manger laid,
The Hope and Glory of all lands
Is come to the world's aid:
No peaceful home upon his cradle smiled,
Guests rudely went and came, where slept the royal Child.
But where Thou dwellest, Lord,
No other thought should be,
Once duly welcomed and adored,
How should I part with Thee?
Bethlehem must lose Thee soon, but Thou wilt grace
The single heart to be Thy sure abiding-place.
Thee, on the bosom laid
Of a pure virgin mind,
In quiet ever, and in shade,
Shepherd and sage may find;
They, who have bowed untaught to Nature's sway,
And they, who follow Truth along her star-paved way.
The pastoral spirits first
Approach Thee, Babe divine,
For they in lowly thoughts are nursed,
Meet for Thy lowly shrine:
Sooner than they should miss where Thou dost dwell,
Angela from Heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy cell.
Still, as the day comes round
For Thee to be revealed,
By wakeful shepherds Thou art found,
Abiding in the field.
All through the wintry heaven and chill night air,
In music and in light Thou dawnest on their prayer.
O faint not ye for fear -
What though your wandering sheep,
Reckless of what they see and hear,
Lie lost in wilful sleep?
High Heaven in mercy to your sad annoy
Still greets you with glad tidings of immortal joy.
Think on th' eternal home,
The Saviour left for you;
Think on the Lord most holy, come
To dwell with hearts untrue:
So shall ye tread untired His pastoral ways,
And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise.
What sudden blaze of song
Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heaven?
In waves of light it thrills along,
Th' angelic signal given -
"Glory to God!" from yonder central fire
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir;
Like circles widening round
Upon a clear blue river,
Orb after orb, the wondrous sound
Is echoed on for ever:
"Glory to God on high, on earth be peace,
And love towards men of love--salvation and release."
Yet stay, before thou dare
To join that festal throng;
Listen and mark what gentle air
First stirred the tide of song;
'Tis not, "the Saviour born in David's home,
To Whom for power and health obedient worlds should come:" -
'Tis not, "the Christ the Lord:"
With fixed adoring look
The choir of Angels caught the word,
Nor yet their silence broke:
But when they heard the sign where Christ should be,
In sudden light they shone and heavenly harmony.
Wrapped in His swaddling bands,
And in His manger laid,
The Hope and Glory of all lands
Is come to the world's aid:
No peaceful home upon his cradle smiled,
Guests rudely went and came, where slept the royal Child.
But where Thou dwellest, Lord,
No other thought should be,
Once duly welcomed and adored,
How should I part with Thee?
Bethlehem must lose Thee soon, but Thou wilt grace
The single heart to be Thy sure abiding-place.
Thee, on the bosom laid
Of a pure virgin mind,
In quiet ever, and in shade,
Shepherd and sage may find;
They, who have bowed untaught to Nature's sway,
And they, who follow Truth along her star-paved way.
The pastoral spirits first
Approach Thee, Babe divine,
For they in lowly thoughts are nursed,
Meet for Thy lowly shrine:
Sooner than they should miss where Thou dost dwell,
Angela from Heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy cell.
Still, as the day comes round
For Thee to be revealed,
By wakeful shepherds Thou art found,
Abiding in the field.
All through the wintry heaven and chill night air,
In music and in light Thou dawnest on their prayer.
O faint not ye for fear -
What though your wandering sheep,
Reckless of what they see and hear,
Lie lost in wilful sleep?
High Heaven in mercy to your sad annoy
Still greets you with glad tidings of immortal joy.
Think on th' eternal home,
The Saviour left for you;
Think on the Lord most holy, come
To dwell with hearts untrue:
So shall ye tread untired His pastoral ways,
And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Christmas Time
Christmas Time
Its christmas time again, century by
century, years by years we all
celebrating this wonderful season.
Jesus the son of God born of the
Virgin Mary bringing us joy, peace
to be unite to the father above,
from his birth 'till his death on the cross
given us freedom. God swallow his pride
to redeem us from sins, how great love
the father in heaven to do this to all
mankind.
The children everywhere around the world
are excited expecting gifts to their love ones,
happy to receive one.
Love is the spirit of christmas that we need
to celebrate everyday. The time to spend
to our love ones, relatives, friends who are
dear to us, Its christmas.
The food in the table in all different kinds,
gifts that we give and receive, christmas tree
and lights everywhere.
The laughters, the smile, the different
expression we can see to their faces,
the beauty of happiness.
' Happiness and joy at this special season
everywhere all over the world '.
To the poor, to the middle class, to the
rich people christmas is fare to celebrate,
the beauty within this season is a great
gift to everyone of us. Embrace this
season with laughters, lets us celebrate
Christmas in our heart.
' Merry Christmas and a Happy New year
around the whole world '.
Its christmas time again, century by
century, years by years we all
celebrating this wonderful season.
Jesus the son of God born of the
Virgin Mary bringing us joy, peace
to be unite to the father above,
from his birth 'till his death on the cross
given us freedom. God swallow his pride
to redeem us from sins, how great love
the father in heaven to do this to all
mankind.
The children everywhere around the world
are excited expecting gifts to their love ones,
happy to receive one.
Love is the spirit of christmas that we need
to celebrate everyday. The time to spend
to our love ones, relatives, friends who are
dear to us, Its christmas.
The food in the table in all different kinds,
gifts that we give and receive, christmas tree
and lights everywhere.
The laughters, the smile, the different
expression we can see to their faces,
the beauty of happiness.
' Happiness and joy at this special season
everywhere all over the world '.
To the poor, to the middle class, to the
rich people christmas is fare to celebrate,
the beauty within this season is a great
gift to everyone of us. Embrace this
season with laughters, lets us celebrate
Christmas in our heart.
' Merry Christmas and a Happy New year
around the whole world '.
Thank you , looking forward to next year
Thank You !!
Thank you , for emails you have written me , about my blog , It has been my hope , that you have been blessed by them ,
My son , David Bagwell set up the web site for me , And God has blessed me so much , I assured you for everything God has given me to write , I am Blessed to learn from . Many of you have wrote me and it has blessed me so much !! When My son came up with the Ideal , I never knew it would go to so many places . So Thank you , for reading and writing to me , Thank God for what he has given us all !! Rev David Bagwell is my son and he has a link my web site
www.lovingbethel.com or David Bagwell Ministries
Thank you , for emails you have written me , about my blog , It has been my hope , that you have been blessed by them ,
My son , David Bagwell set up the web site for me , And God has blessed me so much , I assured you for everything God has given me to write , I am Blessed to learn from . Many of you have wrote me and it has blessed me so much !! When My son came up with the Ideal , I never knew it would go to so many places . So Thank you , for reading and writing to me , Thank God for what he has given us all !! Rev David Bagwell is my son and he has a link my web site
www.lovingbethel.com or David Bagwell Ministries
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