| Heaven's Baby Boom In
the last thirty years or so,
The Lord has ushered in
More infant souls He
could have used
To cure illnesses and sin. Talk about the
baby boom —
There has been one all this time,
Thousands of them every
day,
Waiting patiently in line. Lies from the abortionists
Have
kept God hopping on his toes,
But He can handle anything
They turn over
to Him, goodness knows. These babies all are being held
Safe,
in God's sweet loving care,
He must be using them somehow,
But we may never
know when or where. Christians know that what abortionists
Meant
for bad, won't be that way.
Every baby killed is in God's arms,
It's the
abortionists who soon will pay. But their judgment can be reversed
If
they stop what they are doing quick;
Turn to God, repent, and be saved,
And
ignore all Satan's dirty tricks. | To
Be Of Service It's been said we make a cute couple,
(At
our maturing age),
Well, if we do, we worked at it
With every turning page. We
make each other laugh a lot,
We have to, or we'll cry.
It's a matter of
survival,
A case of "do or die." This marriage
is my second one.
But for him, it is the first.
The marriage I had before
Was happiness in reverse. It was also said at the first,
This
marriage had no a chance,
But they didn't know it was God's will,
And worth
a second glance. So here we are, a "cute couple,"
That
laughs and jokes and "plays,"
Even with diverse adversities,
And
apparently it pays. It's obvious it also shows;
We don't
intend to make you nervous,
But the joy of God is in us,
And we're glad
to be of service. |
| A Strange and Wondrous
Love
It is a strange and wondrous love
That God
would show us from above,
To give His very life that we,
His children,
would see Eternity.
There is no doubt in me at all
That God wants
us to stand up tall,
To fight the Evil that lies inside,
To keep us
from being His Holy Bride. | I
want to glorify my Lord,
To thank Him for my life restored.
There's nothing
else I want so much,
Than to see Him and to feel His touch.
I want
to die to self and find
A new life of a different kind —
The seed
that God has sown today,
Will rise up fresh that final day. |
