THIS, TOO, SHALL PASS
This, too, shall pass —
It cannot last forever;
No matter what may be the hurt, the fear, the pain.
Trust in the Lord
For He is near you ever;
He takes each loss and turns it into gain.
This, too, shall pass,
This trial that seems so heavy,
This burden that you've been called to bear;
Give it to God;
He will bear it with you —
He knows what you're going through, for He's been there.
This, too, shall pass,
For nothing stays the same;
In this world there is but endless change.
Only God remains —
He who never changes
Can calm our every fear and help us bear the pain.
a. franklin staples
October 27, 1992
Copyright © 1992
by
A. Franklin Staples
Saturday, January 14, 2017
THE BIBLE IS TODAY'S BOOK
The Bible is today's Book; it is not to gather dust
Or to ornament a table or a shelf.
The Bible is a living Book, the Word that you can trust,
Written by the hand of God Himself.
The Bible is the true Book; it tells it like it is
And leaves nothing out we really need to know.
The Bible is the Guide Book, the only one there is
That points us to the Way we are to go.
The Bible is a deep Book, one that's filled with treasures;
It tells that of which there is no other way to know.
The Bible is a growth Book, with food that gives true pleasure;
It tells us how to love and live and grow.
The Bible is a square Book by which to rule our lives;
It plumbs the depths and also scales the heights;
The Bible is the fair Book that tells the Truth, not lies;
By it we walk by faith and not by sight.
The Bible is an exciting Book; it's not dry or dull or dead;
It's not a legend or a myth or just a story;
The Bible is tomorrow's news just waiting to be read;
It tells it like it is and gives God the glory.
The Bible is the Book of God; it records His very words
And tells us of His great love for man;
The Bible is not a sealed Book; to believe that is absurd.
It's an open Book that the saved can understand.
The Bible is the Power Book, a weapon of offense,
A quick and powerful, mighty two-edged Sword;
The Bible is a divisive Book, in a very real sense,
That claims that Jesus Christ alone is Lord.
The Bible is tomorrow's Book, the Book of light and life,
The Book from which Jesus Christ will judge all men;
The Bible is the Holy Book, the Book of Hope and Truth,
The only True and Holy Book there has ever been.
The Bible is the Grace Book, and we should be excited
When we read how Jesus paid the price for sin;
The Bible is the Faith Book and all men are invited
To believe the Word and the Crown of life to win.
a. franklin staples
Copyright © 1992
by
A. Franklin Staples
(December 14, 1992)
The Bible is today's Book; it is not to gather dust
Or to ornament a table or a shelf.
The Bible is a living Book, the Word that you can trust,
Written by the hand of God Himself.
The Bible is the true Book; it tells it like it is
And leaves nothing out we really need to know.
The Bible is the Guide Book, the only one there is
That points us to the Way we are to go.
The Bible is a deep Book, one that's filled with treasures;
It tells that of which there is no other way to know.
The Bible is a growth Book, with food that gives true pleasure;
It tells us how to love and live and grow.
The Bible is a square Book by which to rule our lives;
It plumbs the depths and also scales the heights;
The Bible is the fair Book that tells the Truth, not lies;
By it we walk by faith and not by sight.
The Bible is an exciting Book; it's not dry or dull or dead;
It's not a legend or a myth or just a story;
The Bible is tomorrow's news just waiting to be read;
It tells it like it is and gives God the glory.
The Bible is the Book of God; it records His very words
And tells us of His great love for man;
The Bible is not a sealed Book; to believe that is absurd.
It's an open Book that the saved can understand.
The Bible is the Power Book, a weapon of offense,
A quick and powerful, mighty two-edged Sword;
The Bible is a divisive Book, in a very real sense,
That claims that Jesus Christ alone is Lord.
The Bible is tomorrow's Book, the Book of light and life,
The Book from which Jesus Christ will judge all men;
The Bible is the Holy Book, the Book of Hope and Truth,
The only True and Holy Book there has ever been.
The Bible is the Grace Book, and we should be excited
When we read how Jesus paid the price for sin;
The Bible is the Faith Book and all men are invited
To believe the Word and the Crown of life to win.
a. franklin staples
Copyright © 1992
by
A. Franklin Staples
(December 14, 1992)
Friday, January 13, 2017
OLD SATAN IS A DIRTY SNEAK
Old Satan is a dirty sneak!
He finds a place where you are weak,
And silently he enters in
To see if he can make you sin.
His ways are subtle and evil, too!
He’ll worm his way right into you;
He’ll whisper softly, not shout or rave,
And try to make you misbehave.
He’ll take that which the Lord says is good
If you will use it as you should,
And turn it into something evil.
That is why he’s called the devil.
Yes, a dirty sneak he’s known to be,
Filled up with pride and vanity,
Pretending to be what he is not.
By him no good thing is wrought.
a. franklin staples
Copyright © 2009 by A. Franklin Staples
WORRY
Worry is a useless thing,
No change can it effect
In height or stature or circumstance;
No cause whatever can it advance;
No mistake can it correct.
Worry never solved a problem
But creates more than its share;
It grows in a fertile imagination
And makes up the worst possible situations,
Then turns them to despair.
Worry is the devil's tool;
It plays upon our doubts
And builds up falsehoods in the mind;
To God's blessings it makes us blind
And knocks our faith about.
Worry shows a lack of faith
In the promises of the Lord;
It denies that our God has the power,
Is in control whate'er the hour,
As He says in His Word.
Worry is a waste of time
That could be put to better use
In enjoying the day that God has made,
To help somebody, to read, to pray,
Or to bask in the light of God's Truth.
a. franklin staples
Copyright © 1992
by
A. Franklin Staples
December 8, 1992
Worry is a useless thing,
No change can it effect
In height or stature or circumstance;
No cause whatever can it advance;
No mistake can it correct.
Worry never solved a problem
But creates more than its share;
It grows in a fertile imagination
And makes up the worst possible situations,
Then turns them to despair.
Worry is the devil's tool;
It plays upon our doubts
And builds up falsehoods in the mind;
To God's blessings it makes us blind
And knocks our faith about.
Worry shows a lack of faith
In the promises of the Lord;
It denies that our God has the power,
Is in control whate'er the hour,
As He says in His Word.
Worry is a waste of time
That could be put to better use
In enjoying the day that God has made,
To help somebody, to read, to pray,
Or to bask in the light of God's Truth.
a. franklin staples
Copyright © 1992
by
A. Franklin Staples
December 8, 1992
WHAT WE REALLY DESERVE
Advertisers say we deserve the "best"
And nothing less, you know;
They tell us of "things" that we need to have
That will help us make a show;
Those fleeting material things of earth
For which many seek and strive —
Power and money and houses and such
That say that we've "arrived".
And many, so many, have swallowed the bait
That old Satan has on his hook;
They're fully convinced they "deserve the best",
But that's not what it says in God's Book!
If we should get what we really deserve,
The "best" it would not be,
For we're each of us stained and marred by sin,
Corrupted, don't you see?
And the God who made us, who loves us still,
And by Whom we are given breath,
So hates our sin, yea, abhors it yet,
That, by sin, we are condemned to death.
Yes, what we really deserve is to die
And to go right straight to hell,
And there, but for the grace of God, should go I,
And there you should go, as well.
But God, in His mercy, sent Christ Jesus, His Son,
To die on a cross, pay the price,
So that we may truly gain what is best
By accepting His blood sacrifice.
It's not what we deserve to receive, my friend,
This great gift of eternal life
And a home in heaven, there to dwell with Him
In that place "where cometh no night",
But God, in His mercy and by His great love,
Sent His own Son to die in our place
That we may partake of the glories of heaven,
Saved forever by His marvellous grace.
Yes, all that we really deserve is death
At the hands of a God who is righteous and just,
But that which is truly the best can be ours
If in Jesus the Saviour we trust.
a. franklin staples
April 24, 1995
Copyright © 1995 by A. Franklin Staples
Advertisers say we deserve the "best"
And nothing less, you know;
They tell us of "things" that we need to have
That will help us make a show;
Those fleeting material things of earth
For which many seek and strive —
Power and money and houses and such
That say that we've "arrived".
And many, so many, have swallowed the bait
That old Satan has on his hook;
They're fully convinced they "deserve the best",
But that's not what it says in God's Book!
If we should get what we really deserve,
The "best" it would not be,
For we're each of us stained and marred by sin,
Corrupted, don't you see?
And the God who made us, who loves us still,
And by Whom we are given breath,
So hates our sin, yea, abhors it yet,
That, by sin, we are condemned to death.
Yes, what we really deserve is to die
And to go right straight to hell,
And there, but for the grace of God, should go I,
And there you should go, as well.
But God, in His mercy, sent Christ Jesus, His Son,
To die on a cross, pay the price,
So that we may truly gain what is best
By accepting His blood sacrifice.
It's not what we deserve to receive, my friend,
This great gift of eternal life
And a home in heaven, there to dwell with Him
In that place "where cometh no night",
But God, in His mercy and by His great love,
Sent His own Son to die in our place
That we may partake of the glories of heaven,
Saved forever by His marvellous grace.
Yes, all that we really deserve is death
At the hands of a God who is righteous and just,
But that which is truly the best can be ours
If in Jesus the Saviour we trust.
a. franklin staples
April 24, 1995
Copyright © 1995 by A. Franklin Staples
Thursday, January 12, 2017
NO BUILDING IS THE LORD’S HOUSE
No building is the Lord's house,
I would have you understand,
For the God of heaven dwelleth not
In houses made with hands.
These bodies that we live in,
Tabernacles made of clay,
Are but our earthly dwelling place,
For we're not here to stay.
This earthy temple is the place
Where the Holy Ghost doth dwell,
And if you are truly Christian,
He dwells in you as well.
Christ's church is here assembled
According to God's plan,
But not one body in this place
Was made by human hands.
Each believer is the Lord's house,
'Tis the Lord's in whom we trust,
But this earthy tent we dwell in
Will someday return to dust
And we'll go to be with Jesus,
There to dwell for evermore
In that house that He's preparing
Over on the heavenly shore.
a. franklin staples
March 18, 1995
Even though it is a perishable construction of earthy materials, the human body is so complex that our feeble attempts to explain it's construction and function are oversimplified and woefully inadequate. Some years ago, a team of moicrobiologists set out to design and build a factory that would duplicate the functions of the human liver. The project has since been abandoned due to the complexity of the structure and the process (far more complex than any modern industrial process currently under way), and the lack of sufficient knowledge of the chemistry involved. So much for evolution.
Copyright © 1995 by A. Franklin Staples
No building is the Lord's house,
I would have you understand,
For the God of heaven dwelleth not
In houses made with hands.
These bodies that we live in,
Tabernacles made of clay,
Are but our earthly dwelling place,
For we're not here to stay.
This earthy temple is the place
Where the Holy Ghost doth dwell,
And if you are truly Christian,
He dwells in you as well.
Christ's church is here assembled
According to God's plan,
But not one body in this place
Was made by human hands.
Each believer is the Lord's house,
'Tis the Lord's in whom we trust,
But this earthy tent we dwell in
Will someday return to dust
And we'll go to be with Jesus,
There to dwell for evermore
In that house that He's preparing
Over on the heavenly shore.
a. franklin staples
March 18, 1995
Even though it is a perishable construction of earthy materials, the human body is so complex that our feeble attempts to explain it's construction and function are oversimplified and woefully inadequate. Some years ago, a team of moicrobiologists set out to design and build a factory that would duplicate the functions of the human liver. The project has since been abandoned due to the complexity of the structure and the process (far more complex than any modern industrial process currently under way), and the lack of sufficient knowledge of the chemistry involved. So much for evolution.
Copyright © 1995 by A. Franklin Staples
Sunday, January 8, 2017
ARE YOU JUST LOOKING FOR A MANSION?
Are you just looking for a mansion?
Do you long for wealth untold?
Is that perhaps your major reason
For reaching for those Gates of Gold?
Then you'll be sadly disappointed, friend,
When the Lord returns again,
For then all the wealth of Heaven
You will never ever gain.
For a mansion's not the reason
That we should seek the Lord,
And the riches that we're seeking
Are those promised in God's Word;
Not of worldly wealth and glory,
Not of silver nor of gold,
But to live with Christ in glory
And His blessed face behold,
To cast all our crowns before Him,
Our rewards cast at His feet,
Shout the glad song of all the ages
And His blessed name repeat.
Yes, that blessed name of Jesus,
He who died that we might live,
Shed His blood to buy our pardon,
That the Father might forgive.
No, a mansion's not the reason, friend,
That we seek to serve the Lord;
Though He's wealthy beyond measure,
'Tis not gold that's our reward;
Earth's values are not counted
In the Father's house above
Where we'll rest from all our labours
In the light of His great love.
a. franklin staples
March 7, 1995
Copyright © 1995 by A. Franklin Staples
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