you like; we are only
is very much
cooler than i
a set of rules, that
NEW TESTAMENT’s that
is offered U.S. to their
Do take time for prayer.
Take more time to be alone
with Me. So only will you prosper.
Realize that the hearing of Spirit Sounds
is more than the hearing of all earth’s noises.
I am with you. Let that content you, nay, more, let
that fill you with rapture. Seek sometimes not even to
hear Me. Seek a silence of spirit-understanding with Me. Be
not afraid. All is well. Dwell much on what I did, as well as what I said.
Remember, I “touched her hand, and the fever left her.” Not many words,
just a moment’s contact and all fever left her. She was well, whole, calm, able
to arise and “minister unto them.”
My touch is still a potent healer.
Just feel that touch. Sense My
Presence… that fever of work
and care and fear just melts
in nothingness; health, joy,
and peace, take it’s place.
“For she said within herself, If I may but touch his garment, be whole.” Matthew 9:21
Talk to gravestone
now don’t go believin’
that I’m shaky! I still got it
Ben! I don’t lie to you, or God.
I still take care of Rabbit and Bear
you know! [picks up gravestone and begins
to carry it with him] An’ I don’t want you or Mama
to worry none ’cause ol’ Fox here he doesn’t gonna…
Spend more time alone with Me.
A strength and a Joy come from such times that
will add much to your friendship, and much to your work.
Times of prayer are times of growth. Cut those times short and
many well-filled hours of work may be profitless. Heaven’s values are
so different from the values of earth.
Remember that from the point of view of the Great Worker, one poor tool,
working all the time, but doing bad work, is of small value compared with the
sharp, keen, perfect instrument, used only a short time, but which turns out the
Does the road wind
uphill all the way?
Yup, to the very end.
Will the journey take
the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
- C. G. Rossetti
“And in the morning, rising up a
great while before day, he went
out, and departed into a solitary
place, and there prayed.” Mark 1:35
F29 . Draw Near
How little man knows and senses My
need! My need of Love and Companionship.
I came “to draw men unto Me,” and sweet it is to feel
hearts drawing near in Love, not for help, as much is for
tender comradeship. Many know the need of man; few know the need of Christ.
“Behold, I stand at the door, and knock:
if any man hear my voice,
and open the door, I will come in to him, and will
sup with Me, and he with Me.” Revelation 3:20
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we do not need or expect any such
charges, we never asked to get added
to any market. we are in arrears due to the
current mistake. You will need to fabricate any
agreement you t h i n k anyone had with oNLIZINE.
there’s no harm; no foul. trust us, we cannot spend any
amount. we are not selling anything, ever have; at all
the twenty six years we had presence on this this
Thanks for bringing this to our attention…
ever since grabbing two of your cassettes in 1988 at a
re ord store that i ended up working at, nother branch
branch at the college used top hone some photo-skill
for to share stages with other groups doing ‘it,’ and it’s
been about thirty years to first get past rehab; (dave’s)
attending, sometimes classes that did not afford the
opportunity to get beyond book learning, well, it was
not all of the group that had any more plans as that
‘career-path,’ the idea of performing, ( acting like a
goof, but still being sufficient in ability to play our
respective instruments. ) the business side of it
a gorgeous/smart babe of a wife, Jonathan at
the driving beat behind Grandpa Jones at a
nester stage ( grandoleopry Nashville, TN )
Steve got married like John and Lee, oh in
that graceful joy marriage, Bill went, Dave
perished that night
of October 2nd, ’92.
drunk driver in ‘ville.
Huntsville gave rise
to D&C, TDC, Dave’s
demise when waiting
for a red light to change
2.8 blocks from that pad
where most of the music of
X’s for Eyes’ second Album of
their original 22 songs filling BIG
after winng hands down at ‘n’am T-
HOUSE beside TX A&M‘s campus. It
was pretty much a pryer that David’s
three year-old hope to play like Herb
Alpert on his nifty set of trumpet gigs
DELIGHTS,’ el better album me humble
opinion. why, maybe if i learned to play
as Herb ‘d have a gorgeous woman, likes
the one who model with all of that shavin’
creme! ahhh, but, i digress, uh, where was
i? oh yea… That was in oXford Alabama, we
found a neat grade school for my 2nd, and
rode an old bus into Aniston. well, anyway…
am no better than any. episodes did eclipse us all in 1992. other cats who do
feel an urge to revel in the past; as if it were palpable at this date. everything’s
growing. we grew, said ability was once ours. that chapter was a lot of fun, now
There was great and hopeful promises arisen amid a trumpeted style impressed
upon the fellow bandmates, instructors; and that was over, way over thirty years.
‘we’ will not perform ever in any of our futures. an episode: the personal creation
of song is at it’s end. the vent for any and all creating will’s, beneficial to others.
one very hip thing was that we hung with these guys for maybe, four hours, they
caught the tail end of an industry that in reality: a big circular refuse tube that is
never ending. good for the kids of future successful attempts “doing that band.”
was kind of satisfying to be on some desktops of this world; am overly satisfied.
those gifted monies, what money gotten was for gas, HIGH LIFE, other indexes.