Life is fragile. Handle with prayer!

 

ELIJAH ON MOUNT CARMEL

 

(ELIJAH'S MOUNTAINTOP EXPERIENCE)

By Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

 

 

             The prophet Elijah stood on Mount Carmel,

 

And looked all around.

 

In that great multitude of people,

 

Not a sign of holiness could be found.

 

Israel was steeped in idolatry,

 

Ruled by Ahab and Jezebel.

 

Elijah was God's lone prophet.

 

There were 450 prophets of baal.

 

God's prophet told the people,

 

"You're going to choose today."

 

"Will it be baal or Jehovah?"

 

"What do you have to say?"

 

"Why halt you between two opinions?"

 

"It really doesn't make good sense."

 

"Will you serve an idol or the true God?"

 

"It's time to get off the fence."

 

"You cannot serve two masters."

 

"It happens without fail."

 

"You will love one and hate the other."

 

"Will you love God or baal?"

 

Well Elijah saw right then and there,

 

That the people had nothing to say.

 

He said, "Even though the odds are 450 to one,

 

It's time for us all to pray."

 

He requested two bullocks be offered,

 

One for God, and one for baal.

 

He knew the "True God" would triumph,

 

The moment the fire fell.

 

He said, "Cut them in pieces ,

 

And lay them on the wood.

 

"Let the god that answereth by fire be your God."

 

The people said, "That's good."

 

Elijah said, "You are many."

 

"You can be first to pray."

 

"Make no fire under the sacrifice."

 

"Just call on your god today."

 

Well, they prayed from morning 'til evening,

 

Without any results.

 

All the while Brother Elijah,

 

Was busy hurling insults.

 

He said, "Maybe your god is talking,”

 

Or trying to pursue,”

 

On a journey, or asleep,”

 

Or maybe not even listening to you."

 

They jumped upon baal's altar,

 

And cut themselves 'lil the blood gushed out.

 

They cried, "Oh, baal hear us,"

 

But, the only sound was their shout.

 

Then it was Elijah and God's turn.

 

He repaired God's altar and took twelve stones.

 

One was for each tribe of Israel,

 

God's chosen He'd called His own.

 

He built a trench around the altar.

 

Into it twelve barrels of water were poured.

 

Then at the time of the evening sacrifice,

 

Elijah called upon the name of the Lord.

 

He said, "Lord God of Abraham, Isaac, and Israel,”

 

Let it be known today”

 

That I remain your servant."

 

"Oh, hear me when I pray."

 

Our God heard Elijah.

 

He sent that heavenly flame.

 

It burned everything on and around the altar,

 

Through faith in Jehovah's name.

 

The people said, "The Lord is God,"

 

As on their faces they fell.

 

Elijah said, "Don't let a one of them escape."

 

So they captured the prophets of baal.

 

He took them to the brook Kishon,

 

And there they met their doom.

 

Friend, God is a jealous God.

 

To serve another another there is no room.

 

Elijah had shut the rain off,

 

With a prayer more than three years before.

 

So he prayed to God for rain once again,

 

And Brother it began to pour.

 

He told King Ahab to prepare his chariot,

 

And get down to Jezreel.

 

About that time I believe Brother Elijah felt,

 

That wheel in the middle of a wheel."

 

He gave old Ahab a head start,

 

And then Elijah ran.

 

He was the winner of the race,

 

Helped on by God's own hand!

 

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CALLING DOCTOR JESUS

 

For over two thousand years,

Jesus still makes "house calls!"

His office is not confined,

To only four walls.

It's as vast and wide,

As the universe!

But, He doesn't ever need,

The service of a nurse!

 

Of His healing power,

There is no lack!

You see, our healing is guaranteed,

By the stripes on His back!

Jesus never writes,

A prescription for pills,

And you don't have to worry,

About monthly doctor bills!

 

His technique never changes,

Yet it never grows old!

He can heal everything,

From cancer to a cold!

The only requirement for us to receive,

Is to come to Jesus,

And with faith believe!

No appointment is needed,

On a certain day!

Friend, you don't have to worry,

If the insurance will pay!

Your whole family is covered,

And no matter what the disease,

The Great Physician can cure it with ease!

To call Doctor Jesus,

You don't need a phone!

He doesn't ever forget a patient!

Your case is well known!

Jesus has no associates!

He's the only doctor you will see!

When you call out His name,

He'll hear your earnest plea!

 

No "second opinion" is needed!

He's the doctor you're looking for!

But, His instructions must be heeded,

"Go thy way and sin no more."

 

 

 

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HONOR DELAYED

By Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

As Brad and his comrades stepped down from the plane,
Voices from the crowd yelled, "You must have been insane."
"What did you guys even come back to America for?"
Such was their welcome home from the Vietnam war.
Although Brad was hurting deep down inside,
He tried to take their hateful remarks in stride.
Their comments cut him like a knife,
So he rushed to the arms of Lisa, his wife!
Next to his darling was a sight that made him glad!
His little boy held a sign saying, "Welcome home, Dad!"
The three of them ran to a waiting car and sped away!
That was exactly twenty years ago yesterday!
As he was driving toward home Brad thought I, "Why me?"
"l was just a skinny kid from Tennessee,"
"When I volunteered to represent America, my homeland!"
"This hostility toward us I just don't understand."
In the following days Brad found refuge in Lisa's arms,
And he eventually fell into the routine of life on the farm!
The medals he had received in the Vietnam war,
Were tucked out of sight upstairs in a dresser drawer.
The responsibility of being a dad to his son, Tim,
Took Brad's mind off the past and was good for him!
Over the years Brod's bad memories had begun to fade!
But then an important decision had to be made.
Brad was invited to be in the Fourth of July celebration,
In honor of all those who had served our nation!
Lisa said, "Brad, you should go for your own sake."
"But, that is a decision only you can make."
"Honey, whatever you decide to do,"
"The Lord and I will stand by you!"
Well, on the evening of July third,
Brad's patriotic spirit was stirred!
So, he went upstairs and brought his medals down!
Then he said, "Tomorrow let's all go to town!"
"You see, there's a parade I want to be in!"
At his announcement Lisa and Tim began to grin!
On the Fourth of July there was a clear blue sky,
As everywhere "Old Glory" was waving high!
The parade had floats galore and a high school band,
Along with veterans of each war from across the land!
They proudly went to a park nearby,
Where they celebrated 'neath God's blue sky!
The prestigious speaker of the day,
Was a well known former Green Beret!
He spoke of the deep pain in each serviceman's heart,
And of memories which caused the tears to start.
He gave honor to all those who,
Died in the defense of the red, white, and blue!
Then, he spoke of the pain of the deceased's kin,
Knowing their loved ones would never return again.
With tears in his eyes he looked at the crowd,
Saying, "Do you see these men all standing proud,"
"With those in wheelchairs who can no longer stand?"
"They all deserve the love and respect of our entire land!"
"It doesn't matter which war they served in!"
"Thank God, they made it back home again!"
"Folks, when they were asked there was no hesitation!"
"They went thousands of miles to represent our nation!"
"So, today I would like for you all to stand,"
"And give these valiant souls a well deserved hand!"
Then, every last person in the crowd stood,
And respected the veterans the way they should!
As the celebration ended and they were walking away,
Brad said, "Lisa I feel like I finally came home today!"

 

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CAST YOUR CARES ON HIM!

 

By Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

 

 

 I can’t see the burdens you carry,

 

When I greet you every day.

 

I haven’t seen the tears you cried,

 

Along life’s rugged way.

 

I don’t know how many nights,

 

You have felt alone and blue,

 

When you longed within your heart,

 

For someone to comfort you.

 

But, I too have had some heartaches.

 

Yes, of trouble I’ve had my share.

 

And I’ve experienced lonely moments,

 

When noone seemed to care.

 

But Friend, since I met the Master,

 

When things get sad and grim,

 

I just whisper His precious name,

 

As I share my thoughts with Him!

 



 


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WARRIORS OF FAITH

By Robert F. Dotson  © 2014

 

Oh, to be like Enoch,

Who walked with God each day.

He drew so near. He got so close,

'Til he was called away.

Or, to be like Brother Noah,

Who found grace in the eyes of the Lord.

He saved himself and all his house,

By trusting in God's word.

Oh, to be like Abraham, friend of God,

Man of faith was he.

He was searching for that country,

That would last throughout eternity.

I'd even like to be like Jacob,

Though a supplanter at the start.

He found much grace. God changed his name,

And Israel received a new heart.

I'd like to be like Joseph,

That young man so wise and pure.

He was tempted by old satan,

And could have given in for sure.

Could I ever be like Moses?

Meekest man on earth was he.

He led Israel out. He stretched forth his rod,

And our God parted the sea.

I'd like a heart like Caleb.

"Give me this mountain", he declared.

Though it was infested with giants,

His God and Caleb were prepared.

Who was as mighty as Joshua?

He put on God's armour and sword.

He said, "As for me and my house,

We're going to serve the Lord."

I long to be like Samuel.

He said to God, "Here am I."

Though the priesthood was polluted,

He served Jehovah 'til he died.

Who can compare to King David,

"A man after God's own heart?"

No matter what others did,

He always took God's part.

Oh, to be like King Hezekiah.

He sought God with tears.

His prayer reached heaven. God changed his mind,

And gave him fifteen more years.

I must not forget to mention Daniel,

Or the Hebrews three.

The king built an idol and commanded them to worship,

But they would not bow the knee.

I've had many fine examples,

Down through the ages of time.

I have saved the greatest to speak of last.

He's that wonderful Redeemer of mine!

Oh, I long to be like Jesus, Mighty Counselor,

Son of God, Prince of Peace.

Lily of the Valley, Bright and Morning Star,

Fairest of Ten Thousand is He!

 

 

 

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DADDY AND ME

By Robert F. Dotson  © 2014

 

In my mind's eye I can see him yet,

                                                         Wipin' the sweat,

                                               And  holdin' on to the plow.

                                              I learned from the start,

That if  farmin' was an art,

My daddy sure knew how!

 

He tended the fields,

Producing the maximum yields.

Then, he gave the landowner half.

That's the way they would do.

Livestock was divided too,

                                           Right down to a cow and her calf!

 

                                 Daddy ruled our home with on iron hand,

                                Which was something I didn't understand,

                                   And I still can't comprehend it all today.

                             But, to provide for us he wore his body out,

And without a doubt,

He must have loved us in his own way.

 

Back then "kids were to be seen and not heard!"

So, you had better not utter a sassy word,

                                       Or you knew you would "get the belt!"

Yes, there were times when I sassed,

And the memories still last,

Of exactly how it felt!

 

With the assistance of the rod,

And a strong belief in God,

Daddy "kept me on the Straight and Narrow path!"

But, there came a day,

When I became old enough to stray,

And I subsequently suffered God's wrath!

 

However, when my days of roamin' were done,

This prodigal son,

Returned to the God of his dad!

And though I had wandered in sin,

God and Daddy took me in,

And treated me like I never had!

 

Daddy died in Nineteen and Eighty Seven,

Thank God, he awaits me in Heaven,

In a mansion beside a golden street!

So, onward I trod,

Keeping my strong faith in God,

With the realization that one day we shall meet!

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WE MUST KEEP HOLINESS ALIVE!

By Robert F. Dotson  © 2014

 

 They "blazed the trail" before us, 

 

Those blessed servants of God,

 

Caring not for wealth nor fame,

 

As on this earth they trod!

 

The early Christians were persecuted.

 

 Some were burnt at the stake.

 

Many were brutally slaughtered,

 

 Solely for the Gospel's sake.

 

 Though the world was not worthy of them,

 

They were tried and true!

 

They loved not their life to the finish,

 

And they "made it through!'

 

Friend, all down through the ages,

 

 And even to the present day,

 

 There has been a group of people,

 

Living "the Holiness way!"

 

 Our forefathers were such people!

 

They suffered ridicule and shame.

 

But they kept on living "Holiness," 

 

Through faith in Jesus' name!

 

They were called "Holy Rollers,"

 

"Fanatics", and "Tongue gang" too.

 

 Friend, their faithfulness then,

 

 Has made it easier for me and you!

 

 They were God's peculiar people,

 

Sanctified and set apart!

 

 Sin was foreign to them!

 

 They remained pure in heart!

 

  They were praying people,

 

Always taking God at His word!

 

 Their testimony to God's greatness,

 

Was all you ever heard!

 

 They didn't have a lot of money.

 

 No finery could be found.

 

 So when they needed anything,

 

They always "prayed it down!"

 

They left us the greatest religious heritage,

 

 Man has ever known!

 

We are reaping yet today,

 

 From the seeds they had sown!

 

 The "torch of Holiness,"

 

 

Has been passed to us!

 

  We must lift it high!

 

Oh, let us never lay it down,

 

 Or cause its flame to die.

 

 It will take great effort on our part,

 

 With a love so pure and strong,

 

 If we are ever going to be able,

 

 To "pass this faith along!"

 

We can do it, one and all,

 

By "pressing our shoulder to the wheel!"

 

Then, when Jesus comes back to get us,

 

Folks will be living it still!

 

 One generation shall praise Thy works to another,

And shall declare Thy mighty acts!

Psalms 145:4 KJV

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AMERICA O AMERICA

 

Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

America, 0, America, sweet land of my birth,

No greater country than Thee remaineth on earth!

However, America land of man's dreams,

You have tumed your back on your Founder it seems!

You have become the habitation,

Of "every mean and hateful bird,”

Like Mystery Babylon,

In God's Holy Word!

You have stiffened your neck,

And deafened your ear,

And when God speaks,

You just will not hear!

You're like the Israelites who left Egypt,

"With a high hand,"

Then still failed to make it through,

To the "Promised Land.

 

You have traded your white robes of virginity,

For things you can only feel and see!

You have left the high majestic course,

Where oft times men and eagles soared,

And took the dim and winding path,

Without the guidance of Christ your Lord!

 

You have taken untold millions of lives,

In abortion mills that are easily found.

Their blood cries against you to God above,

From caverns 'neath your polluted ground!

Like the Laodicean church in Revelations

You say you have no need af anything!

Yet, I counsel you to buy white rainment,

Gold, and eyesalve from Jesus Christ your King!

 

The blood of many of your youth,

Now flows upon your city streets.

You need the "Great Physician,"

Your putrefying sores to treat!

You've engaged many counselors,

And together you have "played the fool!"

God, the foundation on which you were formed,

Is a "by word" in your public schools!

 

The favorite music of the leaders of the land,

Is perfomed by ungodly rock and roll bands!

Rock and roll glorifies drugs and suicide!

No wonder many of your youth have died!

 

You've traded all your national heroes,

For sports heroes who endorse fancy clothes!

They cater to "alternative" lifestyles!

Their trademarks are their "flashy " smiles!

Behind closed doors that were once left unlocked,

Sit angry men with guns aimed and cocked!

According to Scripture it was foretold,

That the "love of many would wax cold!"

 

Spurgeon, Moody, and Wesley,

Once filled cathedrals across your land!

Now silence fills these mighty edifices,

That only stand as a monument to man.

Your elderly languish in nursing homes,

"Out of the public eye,"

And some of them spend their remaining days,

Just praying to die.

There's only one solution for your decaying morality.

You must go back to Calvary and fall on bended knee!

The Word of God has given a very clear plan!

If you will only repent, America,

Then, God will heal our land!

 

If My people who are called by My name, shall humble themselves, and pray,and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways; then I will hear fromHeaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land!

II Chron. 7.14 KJV.

 

 

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LIBERTY

 

Seeing "Old Glory" waving high,

And proud against a clear blue sky,

Is a vivid reminder that people will die,

For Liberty.

 

Red and yellow, black and white,

Have joined together in the fight,

To champion the cause of right,

And Liberty!

 

So, with God, our Sovereign in command,

Let brotherhood reign across our land!

Then, forever we shall joyfully stand,

For Liberty!

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AH, SWEET MEMORIES!

 

 

Ah, sweet memories from my childhood,
Quite often I find,
Overcome life’s clutter, 
And flow gently through my mind!
I remember sleeping ‘neath a tin roof, 
To the rhythm of falling rain,
And waking the next morning, 
With my young body free from pain!
I would lie there as the aroma,
Of Mama's bacon, eggs, and bread,
Came floating into my room,
And seemed to encircle my bed.
Back then, we ate a hearty breakfast,
With all the family there.
Then, we’d gather at the family altar,
For our daily morning prayer!
I remember being close to my cousins.
We sure had a good time!
Like typical boys, 
We always loved to climb.
Quiet often our escapades,
Were not all that good,
For what one boy didn’t think of,
The other two would.
We often played “Andy Over,” 
Or “tag” while it was still light.
Then, we’d go inside and play “I spy,” 
Until bedtime that night!
Once my family made sorghum molasses,
Back in the Kentucky hills.
A mule provided the power,
To turn the sugar cane mill.
We put the syrup in an iron kettle,
And cooked it that night,
And when we tasted the finished product, 
It was just right!
I remember church fellowship meetings,
With “dinner on the ground.”
No better food or fellowship,
Could anywhere be found!
I always enjoyed Vacation Bible School,
And the things we made.
It was there the foundation of the faith,
I have today was laid!
In Sunday School I listened,
As the stories unfolded from God’s word.
The story of David and Goliath,
Was the most exciting I’d ever heard!
But, the greatest story was about Jesus,
“The Man of Galilee,”
Who died a cruel death on Calvary,
To save a boy like me!

 

By Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

 

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I thank God for the influence my precious mother had on my life.  She gave her heart to God when I was just a small boy many years ago.  I never saw her smoke a cigarette or heard her swear.  Life wasn’t easy being a tenant farmer’s wife.  But, she relied on God!  When her children were sick she would ask God to heal them.  We didn’t have the finer things in life.  However, there was never a question in my mind that my mother loved me.  

 

 

 

 

A PATTERN FOR ME

By Robert F. Dotson  © 2014

 

The blessed truth,

I learned in my youth,

Sustains me yet today!

For I was taught,

I must be blood-bought,

And walk the Straight and Narrow Way!

My precious Mother,

More than any other,

Was a positive influence on me.

In a world of sin and strife,

Her Godly life,

Was plain for all to see!

She was always there,

With intercessory prayer,

When she knew I was in need!

When my faith grew weak,

The Holy Ghost would speak,

With a message I must  heed!

Many years have gone by,

But I still rely,

On the prayers she prayed for me!

Her desire still today,

Is that in every way,

I’ll be the man God wants me to be!

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A LETTER FROM HOME!

By Robert F. Dotson  © 1994

 

I got another letter today,

From down Kentucky way!

Who it was from wasn't hard to tell!

I knew the handwriting very well!

 

For over a quarter of a century now,

Through good and bad times somehow,

 My mother has so faithfully,

Most every week written to me.

 

"Dear Loved ones," the letters start.

Then, she begins to "pour out her heart."

Each letter will contain family news,

And pertinent religious views!

 

She writes about how good Christ has been,

He who forgave all of her sins!

Sometimes she will quote word for word,

 Lines from a gospel song we've heard!

 

 She always "encourages me in the Lord,"

As we both press forward toward our reward!

 I love hearing from Mom and there are times when,

I read her letter all over again.

 

If Mom doesn't get my letter she will call,

So we can reassure her it's delayed, that's all!

Sometimes the mailman "gets his wires crossed,"

And Mom's letter seems to be lost.

 

But, it just turns out to be a mishandled letter,

And when it finally comes, I feel much better!

So, once more under Heaven's vast dome,

I've received a letter from Mom and home!

 

 

 

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FORGIVEN AND FORGOTTEN

 

Robert F. Dotson©2014

 

 

 

 They met many years ago,

 

In what is now San Jose!

 

It was love at first sight,"

 

They would later say!

 

Jack was a wealthy cattle rancher!

 

Laura was a "lady of means!"

 

Their lifestyle truly rivaled,

 

That of Kings and Queens!

 

Days were spent doing business!

 

Nights were spent "on the town!"

 

They seemed to be "shining stars,"

 

That would never fall down!

 

Ah, but then one evening,

 

Jack became very sick!

 

So, he sent this message to Laura,

 

Darling, please come quick!

 

Hastily Laura ran,

 

To her beloved's side,

 

She found him lying on his back,

 

With his eyes opened wide!

 

As she gently placed her hand,

 

Upon Jack's fevered brow,

 

He asked her to please make a vow!

 

He said, "Laura, my dear,”

 

Please send for the preacher man!"

 

"Tell him to come as fast as he can!"

 

When Laura heard Jack's request,

 

She seemed to hesitate!

 

But, Jack said, "Darling, hurry!"

 

"This just can't wait!"

 

You see, Laura remembered Ben, the preacher,

 

Used to be Jack's friend.

 

Yet, for some unknown reason,

 

Their friendship had come to a bitter end!

 

She remembered at their last encounter,

 

What Jack had to say.

 

He said, "Ben, I don't ever want to see you,”

 

Until my dyin' day!"

 

But, Jack suddenly,

 

Had a change of heart now!

 

So, Laura must bring Ben back,

 

With her somehow!

 

She hurried back in to town,

 

As fast as she could,

 

Hoping her visit with Ben,

 

Would do some good.

 

At Ben's home she knocked,

 

And he opened the door!

 

Ben silently wondered,

 

What she was there for.

 

She said, "Ben, please come!"

 

"Jack is near death!"

 

"He may already taken,

 

His very last breath!"

 

"However, he asked me to make a vow,"

 

"To bring you back with me!"

 

"That's why I'm here now!"

 

Together, they hurried to Jack's side,

 

Finding his eyes no longer opened wide!

 

But, Jack heard them enter the room,

 

And fearing his impending doom,

 

He began to loudly say,

 

"Ben, please forgive me and pray man, Pray!"

 

The room grew deathly quiet,

 

As the preacher's prayer was spoken!

 

Then, in just a few minutes,

 

The raging fever was broken!

 

In a couple of hours,

 

Jack stood on his feet,

 

And asked if he might have a bite to eat!

 

"All was forgiven,"

 

I've heard the old folks say,

 

And Jack and Laura were wed,

 

On the very next "Lord's day!"

 

That Ben performed the ceremony,

 

Was no surprise.

 

As he Listened to their vows,

 

There were tears in his eyes!

 

Jack had asked for forgiveness,

 

And Ben forgave!

 

And the reason for their feud,

 

Was taken to the grave!

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IF I COULD WRITE A LOVE SONG

Robert F. Dotson©2014

 

 

 

 

 

Lord, if I could write a love song,

 

I would sing it just for you!

 

It wouldn't be about a love gone wrong,

 

Or a heart that had proved untrue.

 

I would tell about all the good things,

 

You have done for me!

 

The changes You've made in my life, Lord,

 

I want the whole wide world to see!

 

Now, I'm nobody special.

 

I'm just a common man,

 

On my way to Heaven,

 

Trying to do the best I can.

 

But, when I get over in Glory,

 

And we've sung a song or two,

 

Somewhere in Eternity,

 

I want to sing my song for You!

 

So, I'm going to write that love song!

 

I'm going to choose my words just right.

 

 I want to tell how You brought me out of darkness,

 

Into Your marvelous light!

 

I was headed for destruction,

 

'Til Your sweet love brought me through!

 

So, I will write that love song,

 

And I'll sing it just for you!

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GOD'S WATCHING!

Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

 You may think you can get by,

 

Doing things "on the sly."

 

But, God's "all seeing eye,"

 

Is watching you!

 

 When you speak an unkind word,

 

And think nobody heard,

 

That's certainly absurd,

 

For He's listening too!

 

 Do you remember that latest business deal?

 

It was practically a steal.

 

Ah but, how did the other party feel,

 

When the deal was done?

 

 You see, whether we're at work or play,

 

Folks notice what we do and say.

 

And each and every day,

 

We represent God's son!

 

 Oh, in my mind the wheels are turning,

 

And my heart within me is burning,

 

Creating a yearning,

 

To "turn over a new leaf!"

 

 For Jesus is a Precious Friend,

 

On Whom I can depend!

 

So I definitely don't want to offend,

 

Or cause Him grief!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WAIT FOR ME

By Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

If you should be the first to go,

It sure would cheer my heart to know,

That in Heaven,

Where the crystal waters flow,

You'll wait for me!

Through valleys low my path may wind.

But, Darling I won't mind,

If at my journey's end I find,

You waiting there for me!

However, it might be the case,

That I would outrun you in life's race.

If so Dear, I'll just find a resting place,

And wait for you!

Together we've felt,

The sunshine and the rain,

And shared the laughter and the pain.

So, this one fact shall remain,

I'll wait for you!

 

 

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HERE’S MY HEART!

 

By Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

 

 

 

 

I cannot offer you wealth or fame.

 

In the world’s social register,

 

There’s no mention of my name.

 

Dear, I want to be honest with you,

 

Right from the start.

 

I have no gold or silver.

 

But, I’ll give you my heart!

 



 

I can’t take you on vacation,

 

To London or Rome,

 

To show you Big Ben,

 

Or a cathedral’s majestic dome.

 

Our excursions in the future,

 

May be only a few miles apart.

 

But, I promise to stay close by you,

 

And give you my heart!

 



 

I’ll make every endeavor,

 

To be a Godly man,

 

And to love, honor, and protect you,

 

The best that I can.

 

Our love will be a symphony,

 

A beautiful work of art,

 

Created the very moment,

 

I give you my heart!

 

 

 

 

 

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FRIENDSHIP

By Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

"A friend loveth at all times!"

Oh, what a beautiful thought'

A friendship is "cultivated,"

But never, ever bought!

A friend is one who'll stand by you,

Even when clouds are dark and gray,

And be at your "beckon call,"

No matter what hour of the day!

A friend will lend a "listening" ear,

To a problem great or small,

And never tell what you've told them,

No matter "who" comes to call!

A friend will visit when you've missed church,

Or send a card your way.

They'll kneel before our God above,

And call out your name when they pray!

A friend will know when to come around,

When you're down and feeling blue,

And have the very words to say,

That God has sent to you!

A friendship doesn't have to cease,

When someone moves out of state!

You can spend some vacation time with them.

The fellowship is great!

Take in a couple of campmeetings,

And then visit one of God's creations!

Spend some "prayer time" together,

And strengthen those friendly relations!

The Bible plainly tells us if we want friends,

We must friendly be!

Friendships started down here on earth,

Can last eternally!

When a friend dies you love them still,

Although you're far apart!

Their memory and your love for them,

Remains inside your heart!

Although you may have many friends,

Another can't take their place,

And there is a longing in your heart,

To once more see their face!

There are friendships natural,

And also friendships divine!

Yes, some friends are so close,

That their very hearts entwine!

How wonderful it is for a man and his wife

To be joined together,

And remain good friends for life!

And yet, a greater friendship,

Is one with Jesus our Lord,

When we sweet communion find,

Together in one accord!

A friendship with Jesus,

Is far above any other!

Our Lord is a Friend,

That sticketh closer than a brother!"

He was our great example of friendship,

To the very end!

For greater love could no man have,

Than to lay down his life for his friends!

 

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IF TOMORROW COMES

 

If tomorrow comes once more I'll rise,
'Neath sunny or even stormy skies,
And thank God for another day!
It will be a day like no other,
With opportunities to help my Sister and Brother,
And sow some seeds of kindness along the way!

 

Each day I live is Heaven sent!
And this one will be wisely spent,
If I place everything in God's hands!
I cannot "do my own thing,"
And please my Lord and King.
His will must be my only plans!

If tomorrow comes I'll face that day,
In very much the same way,
I've faced so many others before.
For, as I step into the unknown,
I shall not be alone,
For I will enter through Christ, the Open Door!

Robert F. Dotson © 2014



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THE OLD HOME PLACE
Robert F. Dotson © 2014


The young man took one last look at the old home place.

Then he did an about face,

And slowly walked down the little country lane.

In the bell tower the church bells began to toll,

Causing a loneliness in his soul.

But, he kept a straight face to mask the pain.

As he entered into a life of sin,

He realized if he ever make it home again,

Things would never be quite the same.

However, he was just thinking about here and now,

And though he didn't know how,

He planned on making himself a name!

Ah, it wasn't very long,

Until a life of wine, women, and song,

Produced moral and physical decay.

Every night he'd get high.

Then the next morning he would cry,

With a headache that just wouldn't go away.

Eventually, he was left without a friend.

And he had reached his rope's end,

When he heard about Jesus, God's Son!

He heard a street preacher say,

"Christ will wash your sins away,"

"And forgive you for every wrong you've done!"

So, he accepted Jesus into his life,

And he left behind all sin and strife,

And the insatiable urge to roam.

Then laying aside his foolish pride,

He "hitched" ride after ride,

In an attempt to reach his childhood home.

Oh, it was a cold and wintry night,

And he could barely see the light,

On the porch of the little house on the hill.

His face felt frozen and he could barely see.

Then he saw that old familiar oak tree.

It's location near the house he remembered still!

From the oak tree he crawled the last few feet,

Not knowing what kind of reception he would meet,

As he weakly knocked on the cabin door.

Ah yes, he could hear voices inside,

And as the door swung open wide,

The sight of home made his spirits soar!

Next he saw the most wonderful sight.

It was his Daddy with hair so white!

Big old tears were streaming down his face.

His precious Mommy stood by his side.

Then she lovingly replied,

"Son, things just haven't been the same,"

"Since you left the old home place."

 

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A TRIP WITH MY FRIEND MEMORY

 Robert F. Dotson                               

 2014

 

 Last night an old acquaintance,

 

Knocked upon my door.

 

It was my dear friend Memory,

 

Who came to visit me once more!

 

He said, "Old Pal my shiny train,”

 

Is waiting at the track!"

 

So, I grabbed my hat, my coat, and my cane,

 

And we went flying back!

 

Back across the years we went,

 

To an old familiar place,

 

And there patiently waiting for me,

 

Was a most welcome face!

 

It was the lad that once was me,

 

Who met us with a grin!

 

Once more he embraced me tenderly saying,

 

"I knew you'd come again!"

 

We took a stroll down a country road.

 

Just Memory, the lad, and I,

 

And when we reached the little family abode,

 

I suppressed the urge to cry.

 

Next, we went to the little schoolhouse,

 

Where I learned to read and write.

 

Once more I saw my childhood friends,

 

Who were a pleasant sight!

 

It was no surprise each one of them,

 

Looked like they did before.

 

They sure were glad to see me!

 

They said so o'er and o'er!

 

We ran barefoot through a meadow,

 

And swung on the old grapevine!

 

This caused the joy to overflow,

 

Within this heart of mine!

 

We visited the little church,

 

Where I attended as a lad!

 

We worshiped there as a family,

 

Of this I sure am glad!

 

Then, I found myself wishing,

 

I wouldn't have to leave the past.

 

But, I knew deep inside of me,

 

This visit wasn't meant to last.

 

So, with an aching heart I embraced the lad,

 

As Memory called "All Aboard!"

 

Then, the speeding train whisked me away,

 

From the place I once adored!

 

Back in time we went quickly,

 

Over many, many years,

 

Then, I found myself in my easy chair.

 

My eyes were filled with tears.

 

But, it seemed I heard the lad say,

 

From somewhere in my heart,

 

"Be patient, for there will come a day,”

 

When we'll never have to part!"

 Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

 

 

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A RISKY RIGHTEOUS RENDEZVOUS

 Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

As I walked in the door,

The desk clerk said, "Good evening Senor,"

"May I be of assistance to you?"

Secrecy was a must!

Was he someone I could trust?

I searched his face for the smallest clue!

Due to the excessive heat,

My face was "as red as a beet!"

So, I asked for a place to sit down.

I assumed right away,

It was here I must stay,

Since it was the only hotel in town!

After catchig my breath for awhile,

I said producing my best smile,

"I would like a room for the night."

"Sir, you may have room ten,"

"He said with a grin,"

"It's the second room on your right!"

The room sure was nice!

So I asked him the price,

But, he acted as though he hadn't heard!

Then, he whispered "Mr. Blue,"

"There's no cost to you,"

And he disappeared without saying another word!

I prayed an earnest prayer,

As I wondered how many other people out there,

Besides the desk clerk knew my name!

I was curious too,,

Just how much they knew,

Of the reason why I came.

Thoughts were running wildly through my head,

As I placed my suitcase under the bed,

And quickly turned around to find,

To my utter surprise,

I beheld a pair of eyes,

Staring at me through the Venetian blind!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door!

So, I walked across the floor

And slowly opened it wide!

There before me a nervous stronger stood,

Who asked if he could,

Please come inside!

I said, "Sure, come on in,"

And he said with a grin,

"I'm your contact, Mr. Blue!"

"Our every move is being traced!"

"We must make haste!"

"Did you bring the Bibles with you?"

When I handed him the suitcase he looked inside,

And his face was glowing with pride,

As his eyes filled up with tears!

He said, "I guess it's plain to see,"

"That this means so much to me!"

"We've waited for these Bibles for years!"

He didn't seem to have anything else to say.

So, he turned away,

And was engulfed by the darkness of the night!

Due to all of the excitement I hadn't seen,

My waiting limousine!

So, you can be assured it was a welcome sightl

I rushed to it and quickly closed the door!

Then, with a mighty roar,

We sped toward a waiting plane!

Never in my whole life had I known,

Such a feeling of being alone.

My friends would have considered me insane.

As the plane left the ground,

It could easily have been downed,

By the steady ring of gunfire.

But, we all said a prayer,

As we sped through the air,

And steadily climbed higher and higher!

Now as I stand looking out over the bay,

Thinking of the preceding day,

That transpired on a foreign shore,

I thank God for His marvelous grace,

In helping me escape from that place!

But, somehow I wish I could have done more!

 

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COME IN FROM THE COLD

 Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

 Come in from life's storm.

 

Inside you will be warm!

 

You don't have to shiver in the cold!

 

 

 

Come meet the Shepherd of the sheep!

 

Your soul He will keep,

 

And you won't ever have to stray from the fold!

 

 

 

I know you have been abused,

 

And quite often misused.

 

But, Jesus is looking for folks like you!

 

 

 

Although your world is torn apart,

 

He will mend your broken heart,

 

And make you over anew!

 

 

 

There's no time for delay.

 

Today is your day!

 

Listen closely Jesus is calling your name!

 

 

 

Can you see the smile on His face?

 

Once you accept His grace,

 

You'll never ever be the same!

 

 

 

Friend, I was once like you.

 

I had sinned against God too.

 

I was as miserable as I could be.

 

 

 

Ah, but Jesus said, “Child, I understand.”

 

So, I gladly took His hand,

 

And He wonderfully set me free!

 

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 FROM AGONY TO ECSTASY!

By Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

In a dry and barren land,


I found myself one day.


I was unable to stand.


So, I fell on my face to pray.


“Lord, there’s a longing in my soul,”


“Only You can satisfy.”


“So, please come to my rescue,”


“Or I shall surely die.”


Then, I heard His tender voice,


Say, “Come unto me,”


“For a cool drink of water.”


“My child, it is free!”


“With My heavenly manna,”


“Your hungry soul I’ll fill!”


“Just place your soul in my keeping,”


“And bend to My will!”


So, with all that was within me,


I heeded His call!


I said, “Lord, I’ll serve You!”


“I’ll give You my all!”


And since that glorious day,


Through the good times and bad,


I can honestly say,


He’s the best Friend I’ve ever had!

 

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WE'RE GOD'S MIGHTY ARMY!

By Robert F. Dotson © 2014 

 

God's mighty army is passing by,

 

Under the surveillance of His watchful eye!

 

Each blood-bought soldier carries a shining sword!

 

Aren't we an awesome sight,

 

In our garments of spotless white,

 

Marching forward to battle for Christ, our Lord?

 

 

 

'Tis enough to make the devil rage,

 

Seeing saints of every age,

 

And from every kindred, tribe and nation.

 

Soon we'll give old satan the rout!

 

Then, you will hear our victory shout,

 

As we praise the God of our salvation!

 

 

 

We have no time for being slack,

 

Or having thoughts of turning back.

 

"Forward March," is our Captain's command!

 

Ah, somewhere around the next bend,

 

We could reach our journey's end!

 

Our destination is Beaulah Land!

 

 

 

Can you sense the glorious feeling in the air,

 

Encouraging one and all to prepare,

 

For our Lord's imment return?

 

Soon we shall view Sweet Heaven Fair!

 

Ah, just the thought of being there,

 

Makes our hearts within us yearn!

 

 

 

Watch us as we march along!

 

We are countless millions strong!

 

We're truly "All for One and One for all!"

 

Friend, as we approach the night,

 

Harder and harder we must fight,

 

For shortly we shall hear Gabriel's trumpet call!

 

 

 

Proudly let the blood stained banner wave!

 

"Tis proof our Lord has power to save!

 

Forever let his flag our colors be!

 

Then, when we stand before the Lord,

 

To receive our eternal reward,

 

He'll say "Welcome home to be with Me!"

 

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THERE IS MUCH TO DO!

By Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

 Before the dawning of the morning ere the sun is shining bright

 

I can hear my Lord a callin' toward the ending of the night!

 

With a voice so strong, yet tender He bids me to swiftly go,

 

Out into His fertile field many precious seeds to sow!

 

 You see, there's a portion of God's field that only I can sow!

 

For I will be held accountable to witness to folks I know!

 

My portion has been long neglected I am sad to say.

 

Other interests got my attention.

 

Thus, I was hindered on my way.

 

This portion of God's vineyard has always been mine!

 

I'm responsible for tending each young and tender vine.

 

I must dig gently around them and water them with my tears!

 

While pointing them to Jesus who will alleviate their fears!

 

If a vine becomes unfruitful I must call out their name in prayer,

 

Asking God to give more mercy while I give them tender care!

 

If a Brother or a Sister cannot lift up feeble hands,

 

I must be one who is supportive and always understands!

 

 If there are others who have fallen having feeble knees,

 

I must come to their assistance as I strive my Lord to please!

 

I must make every second count for time is running out.

 

Soon the Lord will rise and swiftly shut Mercy's door, no doubt!

 

 Then, those who are not clothed with garments white as snow,

 

Will not enter into Heaven for they weren't prepared to go!

 

I can no longer linger! Many souls are at stake!

 

A matter of life and death rides on the decisions I make!

 

Yes, the challenge is great. But the opportunity is too!

 

My life must be given to labor for there is much to do!

 

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GOD IS DEPENDING ON YOU!

By Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

 You may feel so unimportant,

As you greet folks at the church door.

In your humble estimation,

Other people are doing more!

But Friend, just keep right on smilin'

And a friendly hand extend!

Show the Master you are faithful

And on you He can depend!

 

You may be one of our ushers,

Which sometimes seems a menial chore.

However just be content,

'Til the Saviour asks you for more!

 

While working on bus ministry,

You may visit homes each week,

Or go to the highways and byways,

Someone's lost soul to seek!

 

Another important task,

That is not spoken much about,

Is climbing behind the wheel,

And driving the church bus route!

Let's not forget the bus helpers!

They are special people one and all!

This too takes some dedication,

Once they've heeded the Master's call!

 

If you're the Sunday School Superintendent,

Or a trustee on the church board,

Work effectively with the pastor,

In the service of our Lord!

Each one of us can be a "prayer warrior",

Keep the church on our heart,

And vocally "back the pastor"

As the Scripture he imparts!

 

You may sing and play an instrument,

In the church band,

Or a special song you may sing,

Or maybe just clap your hands,

You might lead the congregation,

As they sing a well loved song,

Or you may just lift up your voice

And joyously sing along!

 

Friend, you may think nobody notices,

The good deeds you do.

But, be of good cheer!

God is always watching you!

For you see, not one of us

Is striving for fortune or fame.

We're just a group of average folks

Trying to lift up Jesus' name!

 

There are many ways of helping,

As the Christian life you live!

For if God has materially blessed you,

Then give, my Brother, give!

We must pray often for each other,

In a Spirit of Love!

So this old world will know,

We are children of God above!

 

Very soon we Christians may face,

Some serious stormy weather.

But, through Christ we can make it,

If we all " pull together!"

 

 

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BEYOND DARK CLOUDS!

By Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

 Beyond dark clouds the sun will shine!

Joy shall fill this heart of mine,

And hope will spring anew!

Oh, rejoice my soul the Lord has heard,

And according to His word,

This time of testing is through!

Ah, I've been in the valley low.

And my soul has been tempted so,

That I questioned was this God's will for me.

Yet by faith I was able to stand,

While holding to the Master's hand!

Now at the end of the tunnel a light I see!

Ah, I'm so glad God knows my fears!

He heals my hurts and dries my tears!

He knows when I need a shoulder to cry on!

And as I head toward yon mountain peak,

I feel so blessed that I'm unable to speak!

For unpleasant memories of the valley are gone!

 

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GOD'S WILL, NOT MINE!

 

 When the way gets rough,

 

And things are tough,

 

I cry, "Lord, I've had enough,"

 

"I want to leave this place."

 

 But, then He says, "Child, I know,"

 

"This valley you're in is low."

 

"But, here you will grow,"

 

"Through the power of My love and grace!"

 

 So I become very still,

 

As I bend to His will,

 

Waiting until,

 

Once more my heart sings!

 

 For I know down deep in my soul,

 

That Heaven is my goal,

 

And while eternal ages roll,

 

I shall adore the King of Kings!

 

 Oft times during the day,

 

In my mind I pray,

 

And reverently say,

 

"Lord, You're my true Friend!"

 

"For in the bright sunlight,"

 

"In the middle of the night,"

 

"Or in the heat of the fight,"

 

"On You I can depend!"

 

  Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

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I'M JUST A SENIOR

 

 

I've noticed of late,

 

My steps are getting slow.

 

I've lost my natural gait,

 

My "get up and go."

 

My knees won't hardly bend,

 

And my back is getting weak.

 

Often I don't recognize a friend,

 

Until they start to speak.

 

My mind is not as keen,

 

As its always been.

 

Friend you'll know what I mean,

 

When you approach three score and ten.

 

I can't sleep at night.

 

So, I doze during the day.

 

It just doesn't seem right,

 

That I would feel this way.

 

Life has been an uphill climb.

 

But, soon my journey will be o'er!

 

For in just a matter of time,

 

I'll leave for Heaven's shore!

 

There my youth I shall regain,

 

In a body pure and whole!

 

There will be nor more pain!

 

Bless the Lord, oh my soul!

 

 Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

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JESUS WILL COME TO WHERE YOU ARE! 

 

Does the load of sin you carry,

Have you bowed down to the ground?

Is your mind full of questions,

Yet, the answers can't be found?

You won't find the peace you seek,

In a bottle or a bar.

Jesus can fill your empty vessel!

He will come to where you are!

Do you often feel discouraged,

And it seems that there's no end?

Do you often yearn,

For just one true and faithful friend?

You definitely want to change your life.

But, satan says you've gone too far.

If you can't get to Jesus friend,

He will come to where you are!

Jesus will come to where you are,

In the morning, noon, or night!

He'll pick up life's broken pieces,

And make everything just right!

Although sin is devastating,

And it leaves a lasting scar,

Jesus, the Great Physician,

Will come to where you are!

 

 

 Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

 

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IN HONOR AND PRAISE TO HIM!

 

Lord, when I consider Your splendor,

With great awe I render,

My utmost heartfelt praise!

You are the Beginning and the End,

Lord of all, and Ancient of Days!

As up life’s hill I climb,

Many have been the times,

When you quickly came to my rescue!

Then, by my side You stayed,

Until a change was made!

No wonder I long to praise You!

Ah, it hurts me to say,

Old friend have walked away,

Leaving me sad and so alone.

However, You took me up,

And with joy filled my cup!

You weren’t ashamed to claim me as Your own!

Lord Jesus, if I fail to see,

Just how good You have been to me,

Please jog my memory I pray.

When I remember where You brought me from,

And how very far I’ve come,

I love You more than words can say!

 

Robert F. Dotson © 2014

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JUST A BROKEN EARTHEN VESSEL


A broken earthen vessel was I,

Cast along life's roadside to die.

There was no peace in my thirsty barren soul.

But, then the King of Glory came in,

And freed me from the debt of my sin!

Now, I'll be His while eternal ages roll!

I know the Master Potter that day,

Could have just tossed me away.

But, He handled me with tender love and care!

Jesus' precious presence I could feel,

As He gently placed me on the wheel,

And I became a vessel of honor there!

Now, I'm a child of the King!

So, praise to His name I shall bring,

As long as my time on earth shall be!

Then, in a Fairer and Better Land,

With the countless millions I shall stand,

In honor to the One Who died to set us free!

Robert F. Dotson © 2013

 

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IF TOMORROW COMES

If tomorrow comes once more I'll rise,
'Neath sunny or even stormy skies,
And thank God for giving me another day!
It will be a day like no other,
With opportunities to help my Sister and Brother,
And sow some seeds of kindness along the way!
Each day I live is Heaven sent!
And this one will be wisely spent,
If I place everything in God's capable hands!
I cannot "do my own thing,"
And please my Lord and King.
His will must be my only plans.
If tomorrow comes I'll face that day,
In very much the same way,
I've faced so many others before.
For, as I step into the unknown,
I shall not be alone,
For I'll enter through Christ, the Open Door!

Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

 

 

 

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FOR THE RECORD

 

When I come to the end of life’s race,

Having crossed over the “finish line

The track record I must face,

Will be mine, and only mine.

I’ll give account for every idle word.

Even the intents of my heart shall be weighed.

I’ll answer for the truth I’ve heard,

And the decisions I have made.

Being the extension of God’s hands,

Did I help those who were in need,

Or did I have other plans,

To satisfy my greed?

Was I faithful to visit the sick,

And those who were in prison too,

Or was I always very quick,

To say “that’s the pastor’s job to do?”

Did I make a phone call or send a card,

When there was a vacancy on my pew?

Did I always give my all,

The way a Christian is supposed to do?

These questions I will be asked,

When I stand before God’s Son,

And He will “take me to task,”

For anything left undone.

 

Robert F. Dotson © 2014

 

Matthew 25:40  KJV And the King shall answer and say unto them,”Verily I say unto you, In as much as ye have done it unto one of the least of My brethren, ye have done it unto me!”

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