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Ways With Words: September 2008
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Saturday, 27 September 2008. The taste of Grace lingering long. Permeates my every song,. Making right where I've gone wrong,. For if, by the trespass of the one man, death reigned through that one man, how much more will those who receive God's abundant provision of grace and of the gift of righteousness reign in life through the one man, Jesus Christ. Posted by Jack Brown. Friday, 26 September 2008. Don’t Be Discouraged. Citizen of Heaven, lend me your ear,. Why do you stand trembling in fear? Shining ...
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Ways With Words: September 2009
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Thursday, 10 September 2009. Posted by Jack Brown. Wednesday, 2 September 2009. The game of life," that's. What they say,. But this sort of. Game I don’t want to play. The rules are simple. With knife in your hand. Climb over others 'til at last you stand. On top of the pile where you can smile,. Grin, cackle, laugh, but all the while,. On the rest of the world as it rushes by. Others before they do you. Pick out the meat from the rest of the stew. Make your own rules, be nobodys' fool. No need to hide,.
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Ways With Words: Just A Pair Of Shoes
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Sunday, 26 July 2009. Just A Pair Of Shoes. Just a pair of shoes. Standing empty, still,. Waiting for the moment. To do the masters will. To take him where he needs to go. To ease the pounding pavements flow. Protect his feet so he will know. The comfort I can give. But if he chooses now to wear. Some other fancy, newer pair,. I’ll rest a while and not despair. Then when he uses me, I’ll live. Posted by Jack Brown. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A very warm welcome. Path Through The Wood.
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Ways With Words: July 2009
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Sunday, 26 July 2009. Path Through The Wood. A path through the wood, not easy to tread. Not all of those steps, are quite filled with dread. Round ev'ry corner a new scape to see,. Breath taking beauty, or dark and dreary. Whatever the scene I don't tread alone,. For God is The Way and He'll lead me Home. Though i choose the path, my step He'll guide,. In times of confusion in Him I'll hide. So stand tall you trees, grow thick you ferns. Cover up the path, whilst my heart yearns,. Posted by Jack Brown.
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Ways With Words: February 2009
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Thursday, 12 February 2009. To You belongs the Glory. To You belongs the Glory,. The Honour and the Praise. To You belongs the Majesty. Lord God, Ancient of Days. Because throughout the ages,. You’ve always been the same. Alpha and Omega,. Oh praise Your Holy name,. You stepped down from your heaven. Into this world of sin. You didn’t pause to count the cost. My wretched soul to win. You’ve sought me, bought me, taught me,. Showed me the way to live. On Calvary’s cross your life you gave,. Request@jackbr...
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Ways With Words: January 2009
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Friday, 23 January 2009. God doesn't make promises lightly,. His promises He won't forget. And the things He has done. Through Jesus His Son. Are the best of His promises yet. Posted by Jack Brown. Tuesday, 20 January 2009. How I marvel at the flowers,. Faces turned toward the sun. Soaking up the summer goodness. Til the day once more is done. Then they close their fragile petals. Tightly squeezing out the night,. Opening them, come the morning,. When the sun is shining bright. Posted by Jack Brown.
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Ways With Words: November 2008
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Thursday, 20 November 2008. Who Specified This Beautiful Day? Who specified this beautiful day. With sky so blue and clouds that play,. High above the snow capped hills,. Awaiting the burst of Daffodils,. Snowdrops, Hyacinth, Crocus too,. Fillimg the air with scent anew? Who specified the snow and frost? Who causes the wind to blow? Who makes the lambs to skip and bleat. And take faltering steps on faltering feet? Who specifies joy in the heart of man,. When he beholds as no other can? Cos nobody smiled,.
