Entry #48—The Charity Song (revisited)

I received so many responses to my blog entry #11: I Corinthians 13 (revisited) concerning the Charity song (and some of those responses were indirectly addressed to the writer of the Charity song—Kenn Gulliksen) that I thought I would “set the record straight” regarding the original wording to that song. I did not have them quite correctly in my #11 entry. I recently received a free CD copy of the Charity album by Kenn Gulliksen (from Kenn Gulliksen himself—thanks again Kenn [and thanks to your kind wife]!) and was able to listen to the actual words to the Charity song and write them down as I heard them. I am hoping that those who read this (including possibly Kenn Gulliksen himself?) will see that I took the time to write this entry because I wanted to “get things right.” (I feel even stronger about getting things right concerning salvation. Are we not supposed to work out our own salvation with fear and trembling, in other words very carefully?!)

More than even wanting to get the words of a great song right, for me, it is important that I “get my salvation right.” I wouldn’t feel that the actual Biblical words in I Corinthians 13 concerning charity (love) were actually addressed to me until I knew I had been through the salvation steps that the Corinthians had obeyed, namely the gospel message that is recorded in Acts 2:38 concerning repentance, water baptism in Jesus name (actually having the name of  Jesus invoked over me while being baptized, the only way anyone in the true New Testament church was ever baptized), and receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost with the evidence of speaking in another tongue. THEN, we go on to “perfect holiness” in the fear of God, live for the Lord, and develop the fruits of the spirit (one of which happens to be love) in our lives. Before this, all our efforts in producing any fruit of the Spirit, no matter how good they may be, are just our own works of righteousness which we have done. We must first all have a new birth of righteousness, a being born again of water and of the Spirit.

The New Testament church in the Bible is depicted as the bride of Christ. We take on the name of the bridegroom in water baptism. What bride would refuse the name of her husband? Is not our Maker our husband (Isaiah 54:5)? Is not the Jehovah (YHWH [Yahweh]) of the Old Testament the Jesus (or Yeshua) of the New Testament?! We’ve got revealed to us the more excellent name of the Everlasting Father who has come in the flesh (Jesus Christ, called both the Son of God and the Son of man, thus revealing His two natures). I am so glad I can take on His name (the name of the Lord Jesus Christ) in water baptism, obey His plan of salvation, and then be “qualified” to have those letters in the epistles be spiritually addressed to me. I thank the Lord that through baptism in Jesus name, He remits our sins, and we can stand holy, blameless, and unreproveable in His sight. THEN, we can go on to have the pure love of God shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given to us! To the Lord Jesus Christ be all the glory!

Original Words To The Charity Song
            (Kenn Gulliksen)

Although I speak with tongues
Of men and of angels
And though I prophesy
And understand all
Although I have all faith
So mountains may be removed
And though I feed the poor
And give of my life


If I have not charity
If love does not flow from me
I am nothing
Jesus reduce me to love

Love is patient and kind
Love is not envious
Not proud but gentle and meek
Seeks not its own way
Love sings when Jesus prevails
Believes and endures all things
Love hopes and bears every wrong
And love never fails

Repeat Chorus

One season I was a child
I spoke and I thought as a child
But when I turned to a man
Such ways put aside
Though now we see through a glass
Yet then we shall see face to face
Though now abide faith and hope
The greatest is love

Repeat Chorus

Published in: on May 14, 2010 at 12:29 am  Comments (2)  

Entry #47: The U in JesUs

I saw this poem that was written on April 10 (my birthday of all things!), liked it, and thought I would share it. See what you think:

The “U” in Jesus
10 Apr 2000

Before U were thought of or time had begun,
God even stuck U in the name of His Son.
And each time U pray, you’ll see it is true
You can’t spell out JesUs and not include U.

You’re a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For U, He was born; that’s why He came.
And His great love for U is the reason He died.
It even takes U to spell crUcified.

Isn’t it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with U in His plan.
The stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew,
and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U.

When JesUs left earth at His upward ascension,
He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.
“Go into the world and tell them it’s true
That I love them all -Just like I love U.”

So many great people are spelled with a U,
Don’t they have a right to know JesUs too?
It all depends now on what U will do,
He’d like them to know
But it all starts with U.

Charleen Coleman

Published in: on December 31, 2009 at 11:31 pm  Comments (1)  

Entry #46: Strength During Sorrow

With the recent passing away of my brother-in-law’s mother and also the brother of a former coworker, after a bit of sorrow, I felt strength in my soul while pondering scripture and reading these two simple poems. Hope these will be a strength to someone. One is by an unknown author. The second is by a man named Charles William Everest:
(Author Unknown)

Until I learned to trust the Lord,
I never learned to pray;
And never learned to fully trust,
Till sorrow came my way.

Until I felt my weakness,
HIS STRENGTH I never knew;
Nor dreamed til I was stricken,
That HE could see me through.

He who drinks deepest sorrow,
Drinks deepest too of grace;
God sends the storm so HE, HIMSELF
Can be our resting place.

His heart who seeks our deepest good,
Knows well when things annoy;
We would not yearn for heaven,
If earth held only joy! 


 Take up Thy Cross

Take up thy cross, the Saviour said,
If thou wouldst My disciple be;
Deny thyself, the world forsake,
And humbly follow after Me.

Take up thy cross; let not its weight
Fill thy weak soul with vain alarm;
His strength shall bear thy spirit up,
And brace thy heart, and nerve thine arm.

Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame,
Nor let thy foolish pride rebel;
The Lord for thee the cross endured
To save thy soul from death and hell.

Take up thy cross, then, in His strength,
And calmly every danger brave;
‘Twill guide thee to a better home,
And lead to victory o’er the grave.

Take up thy cross, and follow Christ,
Nor think till death to lay it down;
For only he who bears the cross
May hope to wear the glorious crown.
               —Charles William Everest

I’m normally an upbeat person because I believe overall in the “spiritual remedy”—A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones (Proverbs 22:17), but I think also that to everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven (Ecclesiastes 3:1). At the moment, for me, in light of the recent passings, this verse is appropriate:

Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better (Ecclesiastes 7:3). I believe, though, I’ll be smiling again before too long.

Published in: on May 12, 2009 at 10:54 pm  Comments (2)  

Entry #45: Sermons We See

I was inspired by my niece, Jennifer, to post a new entry. Has anyone heard this poem? If so (or if not), what do you think of it? I thought it was worthy of all acceptation:

SERMONS WE SEE (by Edgar A. Guest)  

I’d rather see a sermon than to hear one any day;

I’d rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way.

The eye’s a better pupil and more willing than the ear;

Fine council is confusing, but example’s always clear;

And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds,

For to see good put in action is what everybody needs.

I soon can learn to do it if you’ll let me see it done;

I can watch your hands in action, but your tongue too fast may run.

And the lecture you deliver may be very wise and true;

But I’d rather get my lessons by observing what you do.

For I might misunderstand you and the high advice you give,

But there’s no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.

When I see a deed of kindness, I am eager to be kind.

When a weaker brother stumbles and a strong man stays behind

Just to see if he can help him, then the wish grows strong in me,

To become as big and thoughtful as I know that I can be.

And all the travelers can witness that the best of guides today

Is not the one who tells you, but the one who shows the way.

One good man teaches many, men believe what they behold;

One deed of kindness noticed is worth forty that are told.

Who stands with men of honor learns to hold his honor dear,

For right living speaks a language which to everyone is clear.

Though an able speaker charms me with his eloquence, I say,

I’d rather see a sermon than to hear one, any day.

Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
 – Matthew 5:16

Ye are our epistle written in our hearts, known and read of all men: Forasmuch as ye are manifestly declared to be the epistle of Christ ministered by us, written not with ink, but with the Spirit of the living God; not in tables of stone, but in fleshy tables of the heart.
– II Corinthians 3:2-3

Published in: on April 1, 2008 at 4:11 am  Comments (7)  

Entry #44: Better Make Mention of THIS WOMAN

Here is a good but sobering poem about the woman in the Bible and the alabaster box of ointment. I thought that not only the poem but THIS WOMAN and HER HUMILITY were worthy of mention:

She anointed Him with spikenard.
His feet she washed with tears.
She knelt before Him, broken,
‘Til He allayed her fears.

“What a waste of costly ointment!”
The disciple judged and said.
Nay! What she did, she did in love,
Remember when I’m dead.

For I shall rise again, dear friends,
And I shall conquer death.
But this is for my burial,
And done while I have breath.

My feet she washed with tears
And she wiped them with her hair.
What she did will be related
With the Gospel everywhere!

Now many Christians suffered
At the hands of wicked men,
With agonies unspeakable
Why should it be so, then,

That this woman who did cry
And wash our dear Lord’s feet
Should be spoken of so widely?
Is this not indiscreet?

Here then is that great secret
Of the alabaster box.
(And what a revelation
That one small key unlocks.)

The King sat at the table,
The Song of Solomon said.
His bride caused smell of spikenard
To rise there while He fed.

And Christ the Lord, He sat at meat
In that poor leper’s house.
The woman humbled at His feet,
In figure, was His spouse.

The parallel is clear at once,
The shadow we can see.
The bride of our Lord Jesus Christ
Is none but you and me.

The sober lesson we must learn
In parallel complete;
Through humility we become the bride,
By crying at His feet.

Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her.
– Matthew 26:13

By humility and the fear of the LORD are riches, and honour, and life.
– Proverbs 22:4

Likewise, ye younger, submit yourselves unto the elder. Yea, all of you be subject one to another, and be clothed with humility: for God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble.
– I Peter 5:5

He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.
 – Psalm 126:6

Published in: on April 1, 2008 at 3:59 am  Leave a Comment  

Entry #43: The Choice of the Lord?

I am glad I know the author of the best book in the world, the Bible. It is God himself who used men to pen His thoughts. Some of the best poems I’ve seen, however, with the exception of some wondrous poems by family members, have been written by unknown authors. This particular poem, though I know neither the author nor the title of the poem is one of those wondrous poems, in my estimation. I do believe, however, that God knows the author (and that’s the important thing, isn’t it?). If I could name this poem, though, I might name it: “The Choice of the Lord.” See what you think of this:

I may never see tomorrow;
There’s no written guarantee,
And things that happened yesterday,
Belong to history.

I cannot predict the future,
I cannot change the past,
I have just the present moment,
I must treat it as my last.

I must use this moment wisely,
For it soon will pass away,
And be lost to me forever,
As part of yesterday.

I must exercise compassion,
Help the fallen to their feet,
Be a friend unto the friendless,
Make an empty life complete.

The unkind things I do today,
May never be undone,
And friendships that I fail to win,
May nevermore be won.

I may not have another chance,
On bended knee to pray,
And thank God with humble heart,
For giving me this day. 

Life without purpose is barren indeed.
There can’t be a harvest unless you plant seed.
There can’t be attainment unless there’s a goal.
And man’s but a robot unless there’s a soul.

If we send no ships out,
No ships will come in,
And unless there’s a contest,
Nobody can win.

For games can’t be won,
Unless they are played,
And prayers can’t be answered,
Unless they are prayed.

So whatever is wrong with your life today,
You’ll find a solution if you kneel down and pray.
Not just for pleasure, enjoyment and health,
Not just for honors and prestige and wealth.

But pray for a purpose to make life worth living,
And pray for the joy of unselfish giving.
For great is your gladness and rich your reward,
When you make your life’s purpose the choice of the Lord. 

– Author Unknown

Published in: on January 21, 2008 at 10:42 pm  Comments (10)  

Entry #42: Prayer of a Sportsman

Have you ever heard the expression, “It’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you play the game.”? I tend to be competitive (hopefully in a good way), especially when I think about running in this Christian race (endeavoring always to do better at something than previously done, striving to do what is right, striving against sin). Perhaps the biggest part of our striving “to win” should be in playing the game FAIRLY. I liked this poem that brings out this thought. See what you think:

Prayer of a Sportsman

Dear Lord, in the battle that goes on through life
I ask but a field that is fair,
A chance that is equal with all in the strife,
A courage to strive and to dare;

And if I should win, let it be by the code
With my faith and my honor held high;
And if I should lose, let me stand by the road,
And cheer as the winners go by.

And Lord, may my shouts be ungrudging and clear,
A tribute that comes from the heart,
And let me not cherish a snarl or a sneer
Or play any sniveling part;

Let me say, “There they ride, on whom laurel’s bestowed
Since they played the game better than I.”
Let me stand with a smile by the side of the road,
And cheer as the winners go by.

So grant me to conquer, if conquer I can,
By proving my worth in the fray,
But teach me to lose like a regular man,
And not like a craven, I pray;

Let me take off my hat to the warriors who strode
To victory splendid and high,
Yea, teach me to stand by the side of the road
And cheer as the winners go by.

-Berton Braley

And if a man also strive for masteries, yet is he not crowned, except he strive lawfully.
– II Timothy 2:5 

Then this Daniel was preferred above the presidents and princes, because an excellent spirit was in him; and the king thought to set him over the whole realm.
– Daniel 6:3

Published in: on January 18, 2008 at 12:10 am  Comments (1)  

Entry #41: Take Up Thy Cross

I came across this poem and thought I’d use it as my entry #41. See what you think:

Take up Thy Cross

Take up thy cross, the Saviour said,
If thou wouldst My disciple be;
Deny thyself, the world forsake,
And humbly follow after Me.

Take up thy cross; let not its weight
Fill thy weak soul with vain alarm;
His strength shall bear thy spirit up,
And brace thy heart, and nerve thine arm.

Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame,
Nor let thy foolish pride rebel;
The Lord for thee the cross endured
To save thy soul from death and hell.

Take up thy cross, then, in His strength,
And calmly every danger brave;
‘Twill guide thee to a better home,
And lead to victory o’er the grave.

Take up thy cross, and follow Christ,
Nor think till death to lay it down;
For only he who bears the cross
May hope to wear the glorious crown. 

—Charles William Everest

And when he had called the people unto him with his disciples also, he said unto them, Whosoever will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.

– Mark 8:34

For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.

– Romans 8:18

Published in: on January 16, 2008 at 1:58 am  Comments (1)  

Entry #40: When You Stand Before The Lord

I came across this poem as I was thinking of a theme for the new year, something I could share with others who might read this blog entry. I thought of blessings and benefits the Lord has granted me this past year and wondered if I should write of those. I thought of some victories of the past months, some prayers answered. I thought of family and friends. I am grateful for all of this, but my heart remains burdened for those who are “without,” who may not know the way, who are caught up in “worldly things,” who are unaware (whether willfully or not) of salvation, God’s love, the gospel message, the sacrifice of Calvary, the triumph of the resurrection, THE HOPE OF THE CHRISTIAN!! This poem is introspective, and I hope that it may cause the reader to “ponder the paths of thy feet” (see Proverbs 4:26), that one may know that TODAY is the day of salvation—the day for ONE AND ALL to take time to walk with Him, to take the proper steps to being saved from sin—which are repentance, baptism in Jesus name, and the receiving of the gift of the Holy Ghost with the evidence of speaking in another (unlearned) tongue as the Spirit of God gives the utterance. This is our entrance into the kingdom of God and the chance to have our names written in the Lamb’s book of life!

When You Stand Before The Lord

The day will soon be coming
To stand before the Lord
God will hold the Book of Life
Where all the names are stored.

Look into the Saviour’s face
Stand on holy ground
Kneel before the King of Kings
Pray your name is found.

The time is nigh, it’s drawing near
Tis’ closer than you think
Eternal life with God above
You’ll either rise or sink.

God doesn’t care ‘bout bank accounts
Or gems of pearl and jade
Your style of home, the car you drive
The money that you’ve made.

He’s not concerned with age or height
The color of your hair
The number of the friends you have
The brand of clothes you wear.

He’ll ask you if you spoke His name
Thought of Him each day
Knew He gave His life for you
Took the time to pray.

He’ll know about your closest friends
About the books you’ve read
The kind of thoughts that fill your mind
On what your spirit fed.

He’ll take a look inside your soul
He’ll go beyond your pride
Your sins will be as crimson red
There’s nothing you can hide.

For once you’ve stood before the Lord
He’ll see through every crack
And if you were to die today
There is no turning back.

You’ll gaze into His crystal eyes
He knows the things you did
There’s nothing you can keep from Him
Your secret thoughts aren’t hid.

So before you meet the Lord
Take time to make it right
Start by getting on your knees
Kneel down to Him tonight.

Get rid of all your worldly ways
They’ll just lead you astray
Find time to walk with Jesus
The Truth, the Light, the Way.

I’m telling you, it’s not too late
God’s waiting up above
To add you to His Book of Life
In Heaven up above.

When life on earth is over
He’ll take one final look
When the roll is called up yonder
Will your name be in “The Book?”

Marilyn Ferguson 

And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him, whose names are not written in the book of life of the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world. – Revelation 13:8 

And there shall in no wise enter into it any thing that defileth, neither [whatsoever] worketh abomination, or [maketh] a lie: but they which are written in the Lamb‘s book of life. – Revelation 21:27.

Published in: on December 27, 2007 at 8:22 pm  Comments (3)  

Entry #39: What 3 Wise Men?

Christmas cards often depict 3 wise men coming to Bethlehem to seek the child born who was to be Governor and rule God’s people Israel. However, surprising as it may be to some, the Bible never tells the number of wise men who went searching for the child. Perhaps it was the 3 gifts (which the Bible DOES mention—gold, frankincense, and myrrh) the wise men offered that lead some to believe it was also 3 wise men. Regardless of how many wise men came from the east, it was perhaps the 3 gifts themselves that were significant and symbolized some pretty profound and prophetic things. Here’s a poem I found, liked, and thought I’d share. It’s short, but you have to read it “with attention,” I feel, to understand its meaning. See what you think. Hope to hear your comments.

Gold and frankincense and myrrh,
Lord, they brought to Thee;
myrrh was death, and incense prayer,
gold was victory.
But first is last, as last was first;
myrrh they gave Thee in Thy thirst
Upon the tree.

And through the solemn centuries
The prayers of saints have risen
From hearth and chancel, crypt and tomb,
From pyre, and from prison.

Now never was the mystic power
Of the
gold fulfilled;
Yet draweth on the mighty hour
By the Father willed
When every knee shall bow to Thee
Who on the cross was lift,
And every tongue acclaim Thee king;
This is the
golden gift. 

“Three Gifts” by Edward Judson Hanna

Published in: on December 4, 2007 at 4:32 am  Comments (3)