Quote from Forum Archives on October 13, 2002, 9:51 am

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

 ~~~Thought for the day~~~

 

"A lot of kneeling will keep you in good standing."

 

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~~~When He Was On The Cross~~~

I'm not on an ego trip...
I'm nothing on my own
I make mistakes, I slip and fall..
just common flesh and bones

 

But I'll prove some day, just why I say,
I'm of a special kind
For when He was on the cross, I was on His mind

 

For He knew me... yes He loved me
He whose glory makes the heavens shine
So unworthy of such mercy
When He was on the cross, I was on His mind

 

The look of love was on His face
Those thorns were on His head
His blood ran down that scarlet robe
And it stained crimson red

 

Though His eyes were on the crowd that day
He looked ahead in time
For when He was on the cross, I was on His mind

 

For He knew me... yes He loved me
He whose glory make the heavens shine
So unworthy of such mercy
When He was on the cross, I was on His mind

 

For when He was on the cross, I was on His mind

 
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~~~The Ideal Place~~~

A farmer became tired of his farm; and no wonder, you'll say, for he was born on the place. He had spent all his days on that quarter section.

 

When a boy, he drove the cows to and from the pasture, picked apples in the orchard, swam in the creek just around the bend, trudged across the meadow and through the woods to the little frame schoolhouse down at the crossroads.
When he grew to young manhood, he had plowed every acre of the tillable land in the spring, helped to put up the hay in the summer, threshed in the fall, and hauled fodder for the stock in winter.

 

To this same old home he brought his bride. His three children had been born under the same roof where he was born. They had now grown up and gone to homes of their own.
He was sick and tired of the surroundings. He wanted a change; and often in his dreams he pictured a quiet spot where conditions were ideal, where he could spend his old age in comfort and be happy.

 

He told the real estate dealer in town how he felt, so the agent drove out and looked the farm over carefully. He felt sure he would have no difficulty in finding a buyer.
When the weekly paper came on Thursday, the old farmer looked over the ads, and found his farm listed. It stated that the Hammond place of one hundred sixty acres was for sale. The land was fertile and productive - a crop failure had never been known. Forty acres were covered with the best of timber; an artesian well furnished water the year round. There was an abundance of pasture land, through which flowed a small creek; and there was an ideal dwelling house of eight rooms. The barn was large and modern; there were machine sheds, and a granary with spacious bins.
The place was well stocked with horses, cows, sheep, and chickens. It was close to the city, on the rural free delivery, and had a telephone.

 

There were all kinds of fruit trees, both large and small, with abundance of shade around the house.
The old man read the advertisement the second time, then hitched up the team and drove to town to see the real estate agent.

 

"I have read that advertisement," he said, "and as nearly as I can figure out, that's exactly the kind of place I have been wanting. I think I will keep it myself."

 

Have a Blessed Day

Dave and Barbara

 

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