Tamara's Journeys

Journeys as great as the destinations.

Hymns With a Message: America, the Beautiful

August 16th, 2017

In 1892, The United States observed the 400th anniversary of the discovery of America by Christopher Columbus.

As part of the celebration, the city of Chicago sponsored a World’s Fair which carried over to the next year. It was early in the summer of 1893 that a group of professors from Wellesley College visited the Expo on their way to teach in Colorado. The women later compared the wonders of the man-made Fair with the glory of God’s handiwork in the Rockies.

At the end of the school year, the teachers decided to visit Pike’s Peak, elevation 14,000 feet! One of them, Katharine Lee Bates, wrote, “We hired a prairie wagon. Near the top we had to leave the wagon and go the rest of the way on mules. I was very tired. But when I saw the view, I felt great joy. All the wonder of America seemed displayed there, with the sea-like expanse…It was then and there, as I was looking out over the fertile country spreading away so far under those ample skies, that the opening lines of the hymn floated into my mind. When we left Colorado Springs the four stanzas were penciled in my notebook. … I copied them out and sent them to print July 4, 1895. The hymn attracted an unexpected amount of attention. In 1904 I rewrote it, trying to make it more simple and direct.”

Katharine’s inspired words are certainly a favorite that resonate my feelings for this vast and diverse nation. “O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved, And mercy more than life!”

I think we need to hear this now: 

Hymns With a Message: His Name is Wonderful

August 9th, 2017

This hymn was born in a small church, much like the one I grew up in. In an era when bigger is better and success is usually measured by statistics, it’s important to remember that small churches can do great things.

Audrey Mieir was born in 1916 and after she married Charles Mieir in 1936, she was ordained to the Gospel ministry in the International Church of the Foursquare Gospel.

Audrey was a gifted pianist and an inspiring worship leader and song director. In the 1950s she was working at Bethel Union Church in California. Christmas fell on Sunday that year and the church was decorated beautifully. Her choir loft was now a manager scene.

“As the morning service began,” Audrey recounted, “I was almost overwhelmed with the sounds and the gentle moving of the Spirit in that church. The pastor stood to his feet, opened the Bible, and said, ‘His name shall be called Wonderful.’ I tell you the truth, that’s all it took. I wrote the words and music in the back pages of my Bible. In that Sunday evening service, I taught the chorus to a group of young people, and it was sung for the first time.”

Though it was inspired on Christmas day by a traditional Christmas text, “His Name Is Wonderful” isn’t pegged as a Christmas hymn. It’s been a favorite with many around the world for singing throughout the year.

His name IS WONDERFUL:

Hymns With a Message: Great is Thy Faithfulness

August 2nd, 2017

The author of this hymn, Tomas Obediah Chisholm, was born in a log cabin in Kentucky. At age 16 he began teaching school. He came to Christ at age 27 under the ministry of evangelist H.C. Morrison. But Chisholm’s health was unstable, and he alternated between bouts of illness and gainful employment in which he did everything from journalism to insurance to evangelistic work.

Like each and every one of us, Thomas had many ups and downs, trials and challenges to deal with during his lifetime. But through all the ups and downs, he discovered new mercies from God every morning. God is good every day then and still is for each of us.

Enjoy the prayer blessing of this faithful hymn: 

I dare you not to hum along – you can’t help it with this song. These words set to music are powerful.

Hymns With a Message: He Lives

July 26th, 2017

As a child in Ohio, He Lives was one of the most requested hymns we sang. We never tired of the reassuring message that filled us with joy. It’s a theme effectively supported by a soaring melody that I found myself humming yesterday. It still has a profound effect on my spirit.

Strangely enough, the dreadful question “Why should I worship a dead Jew?”, inspired the writing of this hymn. Honestly.

In 1932 Pastor Alfred Ackley met a Jewish man in California. He’d been exchanging theological ideas with the man over several weeks and one day the new friend asked Alfred, “Why should I worship a dead Jew?” Naturally the question played on Alfred’s mind as he prepared Easter Sunday’s sermon.

That morning, Ackley preached with great vigor on Christ’s Resurrection, and did the same at the evening service. Later Easter night, he was still vexed over his friend’s question. Noticing her husbands mood, his wife said, “Listen here, it’s time you did what you do best. Why don’t you write a song it and maybe you’ll feel better.”

Alfred went to his study, opened his Bible, and re-read the Resurrection account from Mark’s Gospel. A thrill went through him and he began to write as his wife expertly suggested. A few minutes later, he was at the piano putting He Lives to music. He wrote it, but I think we really have Alfred’s friend and wife to thank for this triumphant hymn.

He walks with me and talks with me … He lives within MY heart.

Hymns With a Message: Jesus Loves Me

July 19th, 2017

Jesus Loves Me. Who doesn’t remember singing this in summer Bible School? I certainly do, but I didn’t know the history until now…

Anna and Susan Warner lived in a lovely townhouse in NYC where their father was a successful lawyer. But the “Panic of 1837” wrecked the family’s finances, forcing them to move into a ramshackle Revolutionary War-era home across from West Point.

Suddenly the girls needed to contribute to the family household income, so they began writing poems and stories for publication. Anna wrote, “Robinson Crusoe’s Farmyard,” and Susan wrote, “The Wide, Wide World.” The girls went on to launch parallel literary careers that resulted in 106 publications, eighteen of them together.

One of their most successful joint projects was a novel titled Say and Seal in which a little boy named Johnny Fox is dying. His Sunday school teacher comforted him by taking him in his arms, rocking him and making up a song: “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so…”

The novel became a best-seller; and when hymn writer William Bradbury read the words he composed a musical score to go along with them. Soon Jesus Loves Me became the best-known children’s hymn in America.

Despite their success, the Warner sisters never seemed able to recover from the staggering financial reverses of 1836. For forty years, Susan and Anna conducted Bible classes for cadets at West Point, and both were buried with full military honors. They are the only civilians buried in the military cemetery at West Point. To this day, their home is maintained by West Point as a museum.

 

Hymns With a Message: God Will Take Care of You

July 12th, 2017

J.C. Penney, who came from a long line of Baptist preachers, was well on his way to establishing a successful career when the 1928 Great Depression threw our country into crisis. His business deals turned sour, and like many during that time, Penney became overwhelmed with anxiety and insomnia. He developed a painful case of shingles and was hospitalized. His emotional state deteriorated until, “I was broken nervously and physically, filled with despair, unable to see even a ray of hope. I had nothing to live for. I felt I hadn’t a friend left in the world, that even my family turned against me.”

But one morning he heard singing coming from the little hospital chapel. The words of the song said, “Be not dismayed what’re betide – God will take care of you.”

Entering the chapel, he listened to the song, to the Scripture reading, and to the prayer. “Suddenly something happened. I can’t explain it. I can only call it a miracle. I felt as if I had been instantly lifted out of the darkness of a dungeon into warm, brilliant sunlight.” All worry left him as he realized how much Jesus loved him. From that day J.C. Penney was never plagued with worry, and he later recalled those moments in the chapel as the most dramatic and glorious twenty minutes of his life. He went on to become one of our country’s greatest retailers.

God’s eyes are on the sparrow – and He is watching each of us. God will take care of you.

Hymns With a Message: My Country, ‘Tis of Thee

July 6th, 2017

Blessed is the nation whose God is the LordPsalm 33:12

This popular patriotic hymn was written by Samuel Francis Smith in 1831. It was during Samuel’s first year at Andover Seminary that a hymn publisher sought his help. Lowell Mason had a stack of German songs and materials needing translation and young Samuel was proficient in German.

On a cold Boston February, Samuel sat in his room pouring over the materials. He was struck by the words of “Gott segne Sachsenland” (“God Bless our Saxon Land”), set to the tune we know as “America.” “I instantly felt the impulse to write a patriotic hymn of my own adapted to this tune,” Samuel later said. “Picking up a scrap of paper which lay near me, I wrote at once…”

It was first sung by the Juvenile Choir at a Sunday School Rally in Boston on July 4, 1831. In the following years Samuel grew into a powerful Baptist preacher, college professor, hymnist and missionary advocate. He traveled the world in support of evangelism and rejoiced when his own son became a missionary.

Although Samuel died in his late-eighties after many notable achievements, he has always been most revered for the patriotic hymn he wrote as a 23-year-old student.

As proud American’s let’s sing in unison a song for the brave and the free – My Country, ‘Tis of Thee…Sweet land of liberty…

 

Hymns With a Message: Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus

June 28th, 2017

Stand therefore, having girded your waist with the truthEphesians 6:14

Traditional hymns are filled with wonderful truths set to music. As a child I sang many over the years in the little church on the hill. Last Sunday we stood up and sang Stand Up, Stand Up as a group from the same pews.

Dudley Tyng was only 29 in 1854, the year he succeeded his father at the large Philadelphia’s Church of the Epiphany. It seemed like a good fit, but the honeymoon didn’t last once Dudley began preaching against slavery. Loud complaints resulted in his resignation in 1856.

He and his followers organized the Church of the Covenant. He began Bible studies at the local YMCA and the church grew beyond its walls. Dudley felt a calling to lead husbands and fathers to Christ and organized a great rally to reach men. Over a thousand men were converted that day.

Two weeks later while visiting the countryside, he became intrigued with a corn-thrasher in a barn. His hand moved too close to the machine and his sleeve was snared. Dudley’s arm was ripped from its socket. Four days later he lay dying, Dudley told his aged father: “Stand up, stand up for Jesus, father, and tell my brethren of the ministry to stand up for Jesus.”

Rev. George Duffield of Philadelphia’s Temple Presbyterian Church was deeply moved by Dudley’s funeral, and went home to write Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus, inspired by Dudley’s words. The song soon became a favorite and inspired many and continues to inspire today as it did me last Sunday.

Live inspired and filled with light.

Hymns With a Message: Rocks of Ages

June 21st, 2017

 

Many families spend weekends together going hiking or to the movies. This weekend I’m traveling to a family reunion, which differs from a typical family visit in that extended family members are present. Reunions are a memorable time. Perhaps bonds will be formed with younger generations of cousins and fences mended. Naturally I’m enjoy seeing my relatives, but I can’t wait to step across the threshold and into our family church in Tyndall, Ohio. My maternal grandparents sat in these pews, my mother was baptized and married there, all of us were baptized there. We had several traditional hymns that are my “go-to” hymns when I need peace, however the one I requested most from my seat in the wooden pew was Rocks of Ages.

Tyndall United Methodist Church, Tyndall, Ohio

The author, born in England in 1740, was Augustus Montague Toplady. His father died in a war, his mother spoiled him, and his relatives disliked him.

Good thing Augustus was interested in the Lord. By age 12 he was preaching sermons to whoever would listen. At 14 he began writing hymns. And at 22 he was ordained an Anglican priest…that didn’t care much for Methodist theology. Ironically, this hymn that I grew up singing in Tyndall United Methodist Church, was part of an article Augustus wrote in 1776, intending it as a slap at John Wesley.

Oddly, it’s remarkable similar to something Wesley had written 30 years before in the preface of a book of hymns: “O Rock of Salvation, Rock struck and cleft for me, let those two Streams of Blood and Water which gushed from thy side, bring down Pardon and Holiness into my soul.”

Perhaps the two men weren’t as incompatible as they imagined. Please enjoy what has been hailed as “…the best known, best loved, and most widely useful” hymn in the English language: https://youtu.be/GAfAko5dwoM

 

 

Hymns with a Message: Brighten the Corner Where You Are

June 14th, 2017

You are the light of the world. Matthew 5:14a

In August 1874, a Methodist minister organized a Sunday school training camp beside beautiful Lake Chautauque in upstate New York. Families came for 2-week camps that combined recreation, entertainment and Sunday school sessions. It was an enormous hit, and over the next several decades, the “Chautauque Circuit” spread to other areas and quick outgrew its origins.

Performers, musicians, lecturers, and motivational speakers traveled the country, staying at these camps. Enormous audiences gathered to enjoy Broadway hits, popular plays and even stars from the Metropolitan Opera, and Theodore Roosevelt called the Chautauque Circuit, “The most American thing in America.”

In 1912, Ina Duley Ogdon received an invitation to be a Chautauque Circuit speaker. Having long felt God’s calling on her life, she was tremendously excited by the opportunity. But, as she was packing for the tour, her father was seriously injured in an accident. Ina, deeply distressed, cancelled her travel plans to care for him.

Though bitterly disappointed, she surrendered her disappointment to God and trusted His purposes. Making up her mind to be a blessing wherever she was, she concluded that even if she couldn’t minister to thousands, she could be a blessing to her father, and those around him. She sat down and wrote… Do not wait until some deed of greatness you may do; Do not wait to shed your light afar; To the many duties ever near you now be true; Brighten the corner where you are.

After this poem was set to music, it was discovered by the song director for Billy Sunday’s evangelistic campaigns. He was so taken by the song that he made it the theme song of his ministry, and became one of gospel music’s most popular and uplifting songs.

Instead of speaking to thousands, Ina has ministered to millions. Including each one of us today. Brighten the corner where you are this summer:

 

Devotions from Baba’s Front Porch: Change of Plans

May 31st, 2017

In the sixth month, the angel Gabriel was sent from God to a city of Galilee named Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man whose name was Joseph. Luke 1:26-27

Have you ever planned an elaborate dinner party only to have your guests cancel? Or spent days looking for housing after finding a fantastic job, only to have the job get taken by someone else. It’s SO disappointing when the best laid plans go awry.

After all, I’m a woman and women are generally planners. , we tend to be less of the go-with-the flow type. We plan births, meals, and wardrobes with great attention to detail. We research and analyze our tasks – with lists. With that in mind, how could anyone not have compassion for Mary? The girl was planning a marriage.

Maybe she was deciding what entree to serve and arranging seating to make sure Aunt Bertha didn’t sit too close to the wine table, or maybe she was writing “Mary loves Joseph” in the dirt with a stick. Scripture makes it clear that when Gabriel showed up Mary was a betrothed woman. She surely had some things planned, and those plans did NOT include giving birth to the Son of God.

We’ve all had times when our plans didn’t work out. Perhaps we thought we would be married and have children, yet our Facebook status still reads “single.” Or we imagine ourselves enjoying a job on a coastal island spending spare time hiking and kayaking, but instead we find ourselves in the desert.

We thought we would be doing something else, be someone else. BUT GOD had other plans. Sometimes I make the mistake to compare my plans with God’s plan. I like to write them out on paper listing them side-by-side and weight the pros and cons of each. Every single times my realization is the same as Mary’s when the angel crashed her wedding plans, “Let it be to me according to your Word.”

We all like to think we have everything planned. Family life. Summer reunions. Christmas holidays. Finances. Career path. I pray we always leave room in our plans for His providence. I’ll have to see Ketchikan another time.

Devotions from Baba’s Front Porch: Nosy Neighbors

May 24th, 2017

You should mind your own business. 1 Thessalonians 4:11

I am currently in Honolulu, living in a rented room in a crowded neighborhood. I was talking to my mother while getting ready for work a few weeks ago. The next day I received a text from my landlord/roommate telling me the neighbors complained they could hear me making too much noise in the morning. Mind you I have no TV to turn on and the roommate has never been bothered by my morning routine.

Now I don’t have anything to hide. If you lived with me, you would likely find me waking at 4:30am and turning on the coffee maker before heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. In that moment, however, I was taken back that someone would be annoyed and grateful for the walls and doors we have.

Most of us, at one time or another, have had a neighbor like that. If we are honest, perhaps we’ve been that nosy neighbor. When people live so close together, it’s difficult not to wonder what may be going on behind closed doors. Or in my current case, it’s difficult not to hear them practice their drums or blow their noses.

Perhaps the tendency is one reason why the Bible discusses brotherly love. Paul told believers to mind their own business. Right there, in between the instructions to live quietly and to work hard, is the directive not to peek in your neighbor’s windows. (ok, I’m paraphrasing, but you get the point)

There is no question that we are supposed to love our neighbors. Scripture is quite clear on that subject. But we need to do so without crossing boundaries and complaining for no reason.

Lord, I need help loving neighbors that complain over normal noises. Help me to set a good example by loving my neighbors and concerning myself with my own affairs; and keeping phone calls home to the privacy of my car.

Alewa Drive Honolulu

Devotions from Baba’s Front Porch: Rehab Story

May 17th, 2017

Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never learn you nor forsake you. Deuteronomy 31:6

Everyone watched as they made their way around the obstacles in the long hallway. She pushed his wheelchair and pulled her buggy all at the same time. And people just watched as she left him sitting as she went to look for someone knew what his room number was. That’s when it happened. Without warning, his body arched and his head fell back. He began convulsing and people started murmuring, “It’s a seizure!”

Although some knew exactly what to do, the new CNAs stood there horrified and holding the blood pressure cuff. A crowd gathered and some nursing staff began to offer assistance, but the woman waved them away. Very calmly, she picked the man’s hat up off the floor and placed it on his head. She patted his shoulder and said “It’s okay. I’m here, just like always.”

There are times in life when we encounter scary situation. What should have been an ordinary day turns into something unexpected and unwanted. Someone gets ill or injured; a relationship ends; a job is lost. It’s easy to panic. Fear clouds our vision, and we forget that we are not alone.

God is always on our side. He never gets tired of walking with us and never grows weary of doing the heavy lifting when we are weak. He is never embarrassed by our frailty or annoyed by our failings. When others don’t know how to help, He is there. When friends walk way, He stays. Wherever we find ourselves when trouble comes, God will be there, just like always.

There have been so many times in my life when I couldn’t have taken a single step more without Him. He has been a faithful and consistent companion during my adventures. And He will be for you, too.

Devotions from Baba’s Front Porch: Holding Hands

May 10th, 2017

Neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:39

I enjoy watching my niece Grace and her parents walk hand-in-hand-in-hand when we’re out. It’s easy strolling until they make their way to the parking lot, where they instruct her to hold tightly to their hands. Sometimes she does, holding on as tightly as a two-year-old can hold. If she trips over a pot hole or loses her footing, she won’t fall because her parents have a tight grip on her. Tighter than her grip on them.

That is a beautiful picture of what it’s like to walk with God. There are times when it feels like a lovely stroll through the zoo, surrounded by family and friends. Times are good and all is well as we hold on to Him and He holds on to us.

Then the tough times come. The ground becomes uneven and our steps aren’t sure. Rocks cause us to stumble. Someone we love becomes ill. A spouse leave. A job is lost. And even though we may have been holding on as tightly as we could, we would hit the ground if God weren’t holding onto us.

This is the promise we have in Christ: nothing can separate us from the love of God. Nothing. His grip is strong, and nothing that this life throws our way can ever make Him let go.

WOW! What an awesome God we serve. I’m so thankful that He has a grip on me.

Devotions from Baba’s Front Porch: Lily Tree

May 3rd, 2017

His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23

If you walk down the sidewalk to my front door in Manoa, a tree blooms at the edge. The flowers are a beautiful deep pink, and I imagine them blooming ever prettier each year. A stranger passing by might consider it to be a lovely crepe myrtle.

I’ve been told it was planted in memory of a certain young lady named Lily. What was meant simply to be a memorial, however, has turned into a constant reminder of God’s faithfulness. No matter how strong the rains are, or hot the sun bears down, the tree blooms. When it started to overtake the sidewalk, my roommate pruned it back the first week I arrived. I thought perhaps he had cut too much, but 6 weeks later it bloomed even lovelier than it had when I first arrived to admire it.

When God calls me to leave next month, I’ll walk past the lily tree one final time and remember the infernal heat, but also all the beauty that graced my time in Hawaii. And I’ll be able to enjoy this photo of that tree in all of its beautiful pink glory, and I’ll be reminded that God is forever faithful.

The next time you’re out driving around or taking a walk admiring someone’s lovely landscaping, stop for a moment and take it all in. You might be admiring a flowering tree planted as a memorial, and I pray it reminds you of God’s love for you.

Devotions from Baba’s Front Porch: Breakfast

April 26th, 2017

In the morning Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly. Psalm 5:3

Mom taught us that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Baba thought so too, getting up at 3am to start the biscuits, and it’s a fact I try to teach my patients. Whether you prefer something quick, or a full sit down breakfast, most people know that eating a healthy meal in the morning gives the body needed nutrients and energy. But if that’s the case, why do so many skip it? Or eat rice for breakfast? We deny our bodies what they need, and then we wonder why we’re drained and unable to focus later in the day.

Spending time with the Lord in the morning is like breakfast for our spirits. Not knowing what a day may hold, it’s important to begin the day with our focus on things eternal. No law or commandment says that believers must have morning prayer. However, the example is set throughout scripture. Job rose early each morning to pray for his children. David sought God in the morning. And Jesus got up very early to pray.

As believers, we need to start our day with full bellies and full spirits. Taking time to connect with God in the morning sets our priorities for the rest of the day and prepares us for whatever may come our way.

If you’ve ever been running late and though, “I’ll grab a bite to eat later,” you know that doesn’t always happen. You end up filling up with the wrong choices because you’re starving. Spending time with God can go the same way. If you think, “Oh, I’ll do that a little later,” it may not happen at all and the enemy will put other things in your path.

We have to make the decision to start our day off right, filling our bellies and our spirits before rushing off to face what the day has in store. Lord, fill me with your Spirit so that I exude You for the rest of the day. Amen.

Devotions from Baba’s Front Porch: Leftovers

April 19th, 2017

But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed. Luke 5:16

Holiday meals are special times when our family members are intentional about gathering together around the table. (Be there or risk being out of the will!) This Easter everyone was there making for 20 at dinner, with an honorary pineapple sitting in for me. Everyone enjoyed plentiful amounts of food and sweet fellowship. I was able to call in to enjoy Easter conversation and laughter, but sadly for me joining in long distance: no leftovers! When the meal was finished and all the dishes put into Tupperware and put in the refrigerator, everyone retires to the yard to play while insisting they won’t be able to eat for days.

Later that evening however, one of us pulls out the desserts. The ham gets nibbled on and a piece of cake and another roll are eaten, as folks are still happy with the day’s offerings. But by today, the meat is a little dry, the deviled eggs are long gone and the pickled eggs have shriveled up in a most unappetizing way. It isn’t quite as satisfying. The leftovers have overstayed their welcome.

Sometimes, don’t we treat our spiritual lives the same way? We attend worship on Sunday morning, filling ourselves on music and preaching, and we leave the church building feeling full and satisfied. Perhaps it even seems as if we’ve been fed enough to last the whole week.

The example Jesus set, however, was not a once-a-week trip to a spiritual buffet. Christ worshiped in the synagogue, but He also consistently spend time with God alone, filling Himself with the things of God and encouraging us to do the same. Leftovers are simply not as satisfying.

Awaken your hunger for His Word like you do for your secret indulgences.

Mom’s strawberry layer cake doesn’t last long enough to become a “leftover”

‘Twas the Night Before Easter

April 12th, 2017

‘Twas the Night Before Easter by Peggie C. Bohanon

‘Twas the night before Easter on Internet Lane;
From New York
to Russia, spring Holidaze reigned!
Computers were linking from Disney to space;
And folks were solving the Easter Egg
case!

The kids were entranced by a techno-theme,
While visions of dinosaurs appeared on the screen!
And Mom dyed the eggs, while I searched the Net,
For flowers
to send her–or in dog house I’d get!!

When swiftly, my Mac began such a clatter,
The mouse
shrieked, “Explorer”, what’s the matter!”
Away to my window,
I jumped with great speed;
A break for sore eyes,
 I surely did need!

I saw flowers of Spring beginning to bloom,
I welcomed the view from my computer
room!
When what to my wondering eyes,
did I see,
But a Stranger
stooped low, on bended knee.

With a quick glance I knew ’twas a backflash of time,
I envisioned the form of my Savior
Divine.
More rapid than eagles, my memory raced,
To another time and another place.

Where Christ, Lord of all, called each one by name–
“Follow Me,” was His Word, and they willingly came.
They watched Him perform deeds of wondrous love;

They knew His power came from  God
above.

Yet we (you and me, folks!) just led him to die;
In the dark of a tomb our Savior did lie.
But then in another flash of great power,
I saw Him arise
–death conquered that hour!

He was robed all in white, with radiant glow;
He stood in great splendor this Savior I know,

His eyes with loving compassion shown,
I knew
in that moment I need ne’er be alone.

His hands were outstretched as this One bid me come;
The work of redemption forever done.
I stood there in silence, in humble awe,
As the Reason of Easter – (
1 Corinthians 15 KJV) – I now clearly saw.

Then quickly as the scenes had appeared,
They faded–I felt not one moment of fear.
I bowed low in worship; earth’s sight now so dim;
I had seen Easter’s morning
; I had been there with Him.

As I saw Him, with faith’s eyes, lifted above,
The night before Easter
was filled with pure love.
And I heard him exclaim as He rose out of sight,
“A Blessed Easter
to all! I have conquered your night!”

 

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