Monday, August 31, 2009
Words do count, it’s obviously true,
What is said, judges what you do.
I “COULD” make it if I would,
Stands as a message easily understood.
Or I “MAY” make it if I pray,
Means my chosen schedule orders my day.
Then I “CAN” make it if in trials I stand,
Tells of strength and courage if with these I band.
And I “WILL” make it if in my heart rapture I feel,
Speaks in hard times as a permanent seal.
Saying I “MUST” make it if I but trust,
Releases love and your soul to Him entrust.
But I “SHALL” make it if I chose not to fall,
Records promises from the Book of Life's call.
Words do count, choose wisely how you speak,
For in watching how you say it, your soul may keep.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I have a pet peeve, and since this is my space I think I'll address it (I pray, in a diplomatic way).
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Me & The Papa are putting the "pedal to the metal" and heading North so if I'm a little slow with my posts you'll know why.
Friday, August 14, 2009
BTW: That's license plate siding
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
A friend isn't always someone we’ve known a lifetime but
can be someone we've met along life's pathway (or pond).
Why, our next friend may be one we would never imagine
as a friend; yet that person is the one that will go the
extra mile to keep us safe (and dry).
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Long ago when but a child at old camp meeting time
How my heart did leap for joy to hear the old bells chime
Callin’ all the saints of God into the house of prayer
Oh such prayin’, singin’, shoutin’ for the Lord was there
I like the old time
Preachin’, prayin, singin’, shoutin’
I like the old time readin’ of God’s words
I like to hear those old time, Hallelujahs, glory
I like the old time worship of the Lord
Preachin’ for the souls of men and not for worldly fame
Under such old fashioned preachin’, sinners fell to pray
And the Lord wound save ’em in the good old fashioned way
In these latter days they say that there’s no use to pray
All we need is to think religion ’tis a better way
But I’m glad to tell you brother, Jesus saves from sin
In the old time way He saves me now He dwells within
Exciting time of the year.
Western District Camp Meeting, Santa Maria CA - August 3-7
A time for preaching, praying, shouting, singing, reading God's Word, and hallelujahs - oh glory, a time of worship to the Lord!