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Discussion in 'General Baptist Discussions' started by christianyouth, Jan 25, 2008.

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  1. christianyouth

    christianyouth New Member

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    by [SIZE=+1]Rudyard Kipling[/SIZE]
    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too:
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

    If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same:.
    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
    And never breathe a word about your loss:
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much:
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
     
    #41 christianyouth, Jan 29, 2008
  2. 4His_glory

    4His_glory New Member

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    Wrote this a couple of Easters ago while preparing a sermon for easter morning. It may be bad poetical form but it was just an expression of my own hearts worship.

    The Glory of His presence
    Though humanity does not see it,
    Though sinners will deny it,
    And fools will mock it,
    Christ’s presence is still there.

    In sunlight and storm clouds, in
    Daytime and in darkness,
    In blessing and in sorrow,
    Christ’s presence is still there!

    Deep in the lowest valleys, and
    High upon the loftiest mountains;
    Within seasons of suffering, and
    Seasons of peace,
    Christ’s presence is still there!

    It is the joy of the redeemed,
    And the terror of the unrepentant;
    It is the life of the Christian and
    The judgment of the wicked,
    It is the presence of the Risen Christ!

    Never ceasing, He has always been,
    From eternity to eternity;
    There at Creation, there at the Judgment,
    The Alpha and the Omega- beginning and end,
    He is the Risen Christ!

    Worship Him for His power!
    Glorify Him for His purpose!
    Worship Him in His presence!
    Glorify the Risen Christ!
     
    #42 4His_glory, Jan 30, 2008
  3. Tom Bryant

    Tom Bryant Well-Known Member

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    can't resist this one :tonofbricks:

    I pressed a kiss to her lips
    What could I do but linger
    As I ran my hands through her hair
    A cootie bit my finger

    Now for one I heard Jack Hyles quote often
    I met God in the morning
    when the day was at its best,
    And His Presence came like sunrise,
    Like a glory in my breast.

    All day long the Presence lingered,
    All day long He stayed with me,
    And we sailed in perfect calmness
    O'er a very troubled sea.

    Other ships were blown and battered,
    Other ships were sore distressed,
    But the winds that seemed to drive them,
    Brought to me a peace and rest.

    Then I thought of other mornings,
    With a keen remorse of mind,
    When I too had loosed the moorings,
    With the presence left behind.

    So, I think I know the secret,
    Learned from many a troubled way:
    You must seek Him in the morning
    If you want Him through the day!
    ​
    - Ralph Cushman

     
    #43 Tom Bryant, Jan 30, 2008
  4. John of Japan

    John of Japan Well-Known Member
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    This is one of my favorites, too. A deacon in our church gave me this poem on a congratulations card when I graduated from high school, and I've loved it ever since. You have good taste in poetry, christianyouth! :thumbs:

    It is not widely known, but my grandfather wrote some hymns. Here is my favorite. (You can hear the tune at http://www.earnestlycontending.com/KT/Songs/ST/SoLittleTime.html)


    So Little Time​

    By John R. Rice​



    So little time! The harvest will be over,​

    Our reaping done, we reapers taken home.
    Report our work to Jesus, Lord of Harvest,
    And hope He'll smile and say, "Well done!"​

    How many times I should have strongly pleaded;
    How often did I feel to strictly warn,
    The spirit moved, oh had I pled for Jesus!
    The grain is fallen, lost ones not reborn.​

    Despite the heat, the ceaseless toil, the hardship,
    The broken heart o'er those we cannot win;
    Misunderstood because we're oft peculiar,
    Still no regrets we'll have but for our sin.​

    A day of pleasure, or a feast of friendship;
    A house or car or garments fair or fame,
    Will all be trash, when souls are brought to Heaven.
    And then how sad to face the slackers' blame!​

    The harvest white, with reapers few is wasting
    And many souls will die and never know
    The love of Christ, the joy of sins forgiven.
    Oh let us weep and love and pray and go!​

    CHORUS
    Today we reap, or miss our golden harvest!
    Today is given us lost souls to win.
    Oh then to save some dear ones from the burning.

    Today we'll go to bring some sinner in.​
     
    #44 John of Japan, Jan 31, 2008
  5. christianyouth

    christianyouth New Member

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    Thanks JoJ. :)

    A Lutheran friend of mine showed me this, witht he witty comment, "This is the Lutheran version of Higher Ground"

    Chief of sinners though I be,
    Jesus shed his blood for me,
    Died that I might live on high,
    Lives that I might never die.
    As the branch is to the vine,
    I am his, and he is mine.

    Chief of Sinners Though I Be By: William McComb

    JoJ, or SFiC Or MP or anyone else who has posted poems, thank you greatly. If any of you have any other favorites, or come across some that are very beautiful, please share.
     
    #45 christianyouth, Feb 3, 2008
  6. standingfirminChrist

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    The Son left the Father's side to be born in a manger
    That prophecy might be fulfilled about a coming King
    His mother named Him Jesus as commanded by the angel
    Then they fled to Egypt because of Joseph's dream.

    He was only twelve years old when they found Him in the temple
    There He read the Holy Word to scribes and Pharisees
    And all that were around Him marvelled at His answers
    For none that age had ever spoke with such authority

    Yes, God sent His Son to die for sinful man
    To hang one day upon a rugged tree
    The blood that Jesus shed 'twas in Salvation's plan
    Give Jesus Christ your heart and then receive
    Eternal life is yours if you believe.

    A prophet has no honor when he is with his people
    And so they sought to kill Him before He would be king
    Judas sold the Master out to the Roman soldiers
    A purse full of silver coins was what they paid for Him

    Jesus spoke not a word as He stood in Herod's hallway
    They beat on Him, they plucked His beard and put thorns on His head
    Then they led the Savior up Calvary's hill for slaughter
    There He hung on a rugged cross, for the world His blood was shed.

    Yes, God sent His Son to die for sinful man
    To hang one day upon a rugged tree
    The blood that Jesus shed 'twas in Salvation's plan
    Give Jesus Christ your heart and then receive
    Eternal life is yours if you believe.

    They placed Him in a borrowed tomb, satan thought "I've beat Him!"
    But then He rose from the dead to live forevermore
    He's seated at the right hand of His precious Father
    And soon we will join Him over on that other shore.

    Yes, God sent His Son to die for sinful man
    To hang one day upon a rugged tree
    The blood that Jesus shed 'twas in Salvation's plan
    Give Jesus Christ your heart and then receive
    Eternal life is yours if you believe.

    by Ronald W. Robey
     
    #46 standingfirminChrist, Feb 3, 2008
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