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  1. - The Old Book and the Old Faith –

    Isaiah 40:8, “The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand forever”
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    I wanted to share with you another great hymn written by George H. Carr. I’m sad to say that I couldn’t find any information regarding the writer of this precious hymn. However, I would like to mention a few things concerning the “Old Book” and the “Old Faith”, which this hymn writer speaks about. I truly believe that the greatest cause for our neglect of the ...
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  2. Why do we worry?

    Isaiah 41:10 "So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

    To wonder about something or be concerned is an attribute that God created us with. We are called to be concerned about our health and our relationship towards God and others.

    Worry on the other hand is nothing more than a lack of faith and trust. Worry is to fear the unknown. Fear is the ...
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  3. 8-14-12

    I reapplied for Walmart.

    Now, it's hurry up and wait.
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  4. . . . apropos the VISION verses of Revelation 20:4:6 . . .



    Well, perhaps it is time finally to explain what I mean when I indicate that Rev. 20:4-6 are VISION verses:

    Rev. 20
    4And I saw thrones, and they sat upon them, and judgment was given unto them: and I saw the souls of them that were beheaded for the witness of Jesus, and for the word of God, and which had not worshipped the beast, neither his image, neither had received his mark upon their foreheads, or in their hands; and they lived and reigned with Christ
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  5. Fright Night (a children's poem)



    Fright Night
    (A children's poem)

    In the deepest, darkest night
    After I've turned off the light
    Creatures lurk within my room
    Planning my demise and doom.

    They slither, slink and crawl around
    Making not the slightest sound;
    Waiting with abated breath
    To pounce and scare me half to death.

    My heart is pounding
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    Poetry