Testimony - Love lifted me

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Had heard the Gospel Message

For years, week in, week out,

In Children’s Church each Sunday

In need was I, no doubt.

Been ‘tending Church from two years

Our parents trained us well,

“Chu’ch day” it was on Sunday,

When dad, in bed, did lay.

For Monday, through to Saturday

He worked, to family, feed.

But rose up early Sunday

E’en though some rest, he’d need

To take the youngest threesome,

Those older, went alone,

And train them up in HIS way,

His vow, he kept it goin’.

Remember not the topic,

Of story that was told,

But do recall the invite

E’en though was not too old.

The leader asked the question,

“If you want to know more

About this great salvation

Just stand up on the floor……

… During this invitation

The prayer that I will say

Then we will explain more, to

Show you Salvations way.”

With same aged peers around me,

All seated on their chair

No room for any other, but,

I felt a presence there

Hence, when this song, I do hear,

It brings a memory,

That Sunday morn whene'er I felt,

Love (really) Lifted me.

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Christmas Past

Gifts of gold, incense and myrrh For that baby lying there Were not gifts without much thought, Significant references, they brought. GOLD , for riches of a king, Of properties e'erlasting ring, To celebrate the Kingly birth, Who came as man upon the earth. FRANKINCENSE came from the east For th'annointing of a priest, This babe, a Prophet, Priest and King, Eternal life for all to bring. MYRRH was given, though bitter it's taste, Preparing for the death to be faced, The purpose of His life, - the Cross, To save the world from eternal loss. The media bombard with ads., Pushing forth the latest fads, The parents now seem under stress, They're spending more, though giving less. Oh to live in bygone days Though cash was scarce, with less in pays, The children, then, were quite content And knew what Christmas really meant

I love you dad.

I told my dad, while on his bed, assuming he did sleep, In hospital, [ he'd not come home ] with tears my eyes did weep, “I love you dad” Then hugged him tight, while feebly he replied “I.............love...............you................too..............son” THAT’S the thing I cherish, since he died. With forty years age difference, while young, we were not close. He wasn't very tactile and nor was he verbose, But as we aged, did closer grow, in ways he’d show his love, We’ll meet again, don’t know the ‘when’, – the ‘where’? – in Heaven above. I then went out to my car after this and bawled my eyes out at having had this special moment.

A Father's Blessing

As youngest son, I always sensed From many of the brothers, True or not, they’d put me down, I wasn’t like the others. A few days prior to passing on, A blessing I was giv’n From my beloved, aged dad, Before he moved to Heav’n. His health was failing faster now The family rallied 'round, My eldest bro from ‘cross the sea, Was heading ‘homeward bound’. While visiting, - a daily rit, To spend some ‘qual’ty time’, I mentioned ‘bout th'upcoming trip, I’ll ne’er forget this line. “You’ll not need me tomorrow night To visit with you, dad, Your number

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