THE REMNANT

THE REMNANT

I am alone, Elijah said,

What was the Lord’s reply?

Reserved are seven thousand men,

A remnant who are Mine.

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Though prophets false abound today,

Hell’s gates shall not prevail.

There is a faithful remnant still,

Whose knees bow not to Baal.

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They’re hidden ones around the world,

Christ’s Body here on earth,

United in the Holy Ghost,

Because of their new birth.

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We have a cloud of witnesses,

The Lord stands with us too,

And brethren living in all lands,

This knowledge helps us through.

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So when we think alone we stand,

Remember that it’s true,

There’s always been, there’ll always be,

The remnant, faithful, few.

Cathy White 2007 ©

Romans 11:3-4 Lord, they have killed thy prophets, and digged down thine altars; and I am left alone, and they seek my life. But what saith the answer of God unto him? I have reserved to myself seven thousand men, who have not bowed the knee to the image of Baal.

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“Be Still and Know…” Does Anyone Know the Author of this Poem?

“A series of unfortunate events” is, I know a book title, but I felt that it sort of applied to a series of things going on in my life just recently!…

“Be Still and Know…” Does Anyone Know the Author of this Poem?

THE LIE – A Poem

The King of Glory, Jesus Christ, does not dwell in inanimate objects.

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Isaiah 44:20 … Is there not a lie in my right hand?

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THE LIE

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The palm tree, lovely, regal, tall,

The sculpture, most beloved by all,

The chamber, made of finest gold,

Their beauty do our eyes behold.

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Majestic though they seem to be,

They cannot hear, nor can they see.

Inanimate, things not alive,

Is not where Jesus Christ abides.

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In bread and wine He won’t be found,

Although these teachings do abound.

The Serpent, as in days of old,

Deceives the many, scores untold.

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God’s Spirit dwells in man alone,

Not in an object made of stone,

Not in the lifeless things of earth,

But by His Spirit, the new birth.

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Cathy White 2019 ©

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Psalm 115:

4  Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men’s hands.

5 They have mouths, but they speak not: eyes have they, but they see not:

6 They have ears, but they hear not: noses have they, but they smell not:

7 They have hands, but they handle not: feet have they, but they walk not: neither speak they through their throat.

8 They that make them are like unto them; so is every one that trusteth in them.

Isaiah 44:9-20

 

MY BIRTHDAY POEM

Just to be clear, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with singing Happy Birthday on any day of the week. But recently it was my birthday on the Lord’s day, and the Lord blessed me with this poem, a reflection of how I was feeling.

 

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MY BIRTHDAY POEM

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I’ld rather sing to Jesus,

Than you sing a song to me.

Back in ninteen eighty eight,

My Lord Jesus set me free.

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It’s Him I want to honor,

Because He created me,

And blessed me with salvation,

I’ve been born again you see.

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Three score and ten a milestone,

Many years upon this earth,

But my true celebration,

Is the day of my new birth.

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So let us sing to Jesus,

Singing praises to His name,

Who saved me from damnation,

And a life of sin and shame.

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Let’s praise Him all together,

Tell the world what He has done.

He shed His blood for sinners,

Tell them all about God’s Son.

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I’ld rather sing to Jesus,

Than you sing a song to me.

Back in ninteen eighty eight,

My Lord Jesus set me free.

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Cathy White 2019

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Have a blessed Lord’s Day!

THINKING OF MY MOM ON MOTHER’S DAY

A couple of years ago I attended a funeral service. The preacher told the people that whatever their relationship was with the deceased person, that is what it would be forever. Whatever was said was said, and whatever was unsaid would forever remain unsaid. He poignantly went on to say “what is written, is written.” Truly memorable words. On March 12, 2007 my mother went to be with the Lord. The day before she died I stood by her bedside, hoping she could hear me, and said goodbye.  I told her that she was the best mother in the world and that one day we would see each other again.  I thought it might be the last time I would see her alive, and it was.  What is written is written, what was said was said, and by God’s grace I have no regrets.

When I was born again the Lord gave me a new heart and he gave me a new love for my parents. I am grateful that I was given that love before it was too late …

LOVE FROM ABOVE

Love your parents, love each one,

Love them for the good they’ve done,

Love them hard and love them long,

Love them still when they are wrong.

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Love them young when all is bright,

Love them old in dark of night,

Love them oh so joyfully,

Love them in humility.

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Love them with what matters most,

Love them in the Holy Ghost,

Love them truly from your heart,

Love them dear before you part.

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Love a gift from God above,

Love is lasting, only love.

When their time on earth is spent,

You’ll have treasure heaven sent.

Cathy White 2010 ©

1 Corinthians 13  13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.