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My Tongue

03/25/2011 08:37:00

Psalms 45:1 My heart overflows with a good theme; I address my verses to the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

What will you write with your tongue today?

Today

03/12/2011 08:22:00

Today

I still feel grief, pain and sorrow

I feel the same way as yesterday

A good friend called me today

And gave me encouragement to help me find my way

it was just what I needed to get through today

It amazes me how a word can change

your life and give you direction as you steer through the night

I feel much better now the words helped sooth the sorrow,

the only problem is there still remains

TOMORROW

Tomorrow

03/12/2011 08:11:00

Tomorrow

Tomorrow we will lay my friend to rest

I will try to keep my composure I will do my very best

You see I was his Pastor not only his friend

So tomorrow I must speak words of comfort so that hearts can mend

I will mention his ruff and tumble ways

And talk about his likes and how he spent his days

We will reminisce about his life as we reflect on the victories and the strife

As I speak the stories will unfold about this mans life and the mysteries untold.

Mystery! You say, I plead the fifth no controversy today

You see his life spoke for him is what I will say

A man of honor and valor anything else just doesn’t matter

He finished well; he ran the race even though at times it was hard to keep up the pace

It doesn’t matter how you run as long as you finish

The race isn’t to the swift and neither to the strong

It’s given to the one who endures to the end

The one who accepted Christ blood to cover his sin

So I will conclude my sermon with and invitation to the rest

Is their anyone among you who will stand up to the test

Is their anyone here willing to give it their best

And run the same race that my friend just won

By Pastor Jacob Chambliss

Dedicated to Deacon Tilford Patterson

YESTERDAY

03/08/2011 09:59:00

I lost my friend yesterday

Words can not express how I feel today

Suddenly gone I am still in disbelief

My heart is stricken with pain and grief

My fountain of hope comes from what I believe

That the savior Jesus he did receive

In the bosom of Abraham is where he will be

In the Garden of Eden where there are fragrant trees

A crystal clear river issues from the throne

Where a meeting is being held between him and God alone

Well done thou good and faithful servant as he is handed a stone

A name is written on it that no one else has known

He is ushered off to his new and beautiful home

A city with twelve gates and every precious stone

I guess I haven’t lost him after all because I know the address of his home

I am going to visit him one day but the date is now not known

When I will see the saviors face and stand before the throne

I hope to receive what my friend did a precious name written on a stone

Ill move in down the street from him in a mansion I’ll call home

We will have quite a reunion as we walk on a street paved with gold

We will laugh and dance and dine because of the greatest story ever told

The story of Jesus Christ who gave us a city of Gold

By Pastor Jacob F. Chambliss

Dedicated to Deacon Tilford Patterson

Agnus Dei

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