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ALL LIVES MATTER

ACRES OF DIAMONDS

ON ASSIGNMENT

HEAVENLY CHOICES

SATAN'S PLOT



THE MUSIC OF LIFE

MY MIRACLE

HOPE AND FAITH

CONFIDENCE IN CHRIST JESUS

Live-streaming

THE WONDERS OF HIS LOVE

SPIRITUAL THINGS

AIN'T NO ROCK

20/20 Vision

PROTECTING OUR BLINDSIDE

HE CHOOSE ME

SEEN AND LOVED BY GOD

TREASURE BOX

SETTLED OUT OF COURT

JESUS KNEW

BASKET OF EGGS

The AGONY AND THE ECSTACY

IT IS A MATTER OF THE HEART

BLIND MEN

STAY IN YOUR LANE

THE MESSIAH'S SEAT

THE SILENT CRY

THE SINFULNESS OF SIN

THE GLORY OF GOD

MORE THAN JUST A BABE

GOD'S GUARDIAN ANGELS

SHAME, OH SHAME, AMERICA

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Jesus Is Going To Fix It Someday

 
Crossing through a small cemetery
An inscription there soon caught my eye.
“Jesus is going to fix it someday!”
 This sent my curiosity’s volume to high.
 
A profound statement chiseled in stone!
Just what was the story line here?
I scribbled each fact on a faded scratch pad…
My reporter side slid into gear.
 
 Date of his birth and date of his death
Declared that this boy was quite young.
All of his kites had never been flown…
His swan song too speedily sung
 
This was a typical Mayberry town...
 Six stop signs and two traffic lights ...
A cobblestone street…a ragged old flag
Over the town square was a beautiful sight.
 
“Say, buddy,” I asked an old Negro gent
Busy scrubbing a rusty wheel rim,
“What’s with this grave sitting over the hill?”
I described the inscription to him.
 
Pointing me to a small, unpainted house
That over grown bushes kept hid...
“Talk to the preacher,” he said with a smile,
“He’s the fella that best knew the kid.”
 
An elderly gentleman answered my knock.
Introductions were made and we spoke.
I explained my profession…showed him my ID,
Then his held back emotions just broke! 
 
He sobbed for awhile…dabbed at his eyes
 Then he finally stood up and smiled.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, “but I can’t help myself…
 You see, that grave holds my only child.”
 
His son, diagnosed with a fatal disease,
Had prayed hard for healing to come.
“Why doesn’t it happen?” he questioned his dad.
Causing his father’s deep faith to drift some.
 
But he clung to  the Cross…knowing God loved the boy
And the Lord spoke these words to his heart.
“This is going to hurt… he’s caught in the crossfire
He was wounded real bad from the start.
 
Some soldiers must die in the perils of war
 Because Satan’s determined to win
I watched my Son die so I know how you feel
But you are going to see him again.”
 
“It was then the peace came,” the preacher explained,
“  I had to teach my boy how to be brave.
He was a good soldier right up to the end …
His last words are etched on his grave.”
 
Doris Jacobs-Covington
April 26, 2012
 
“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood,
but against principalities, against powers,
against the rulers of the darkness of this age,
against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the
heavenly places.”
Ephesians 6:11
 
“And war broke out in Heaven; Michael
and his angels fought against the dragon,
and the dragon and his angels fought, but
they did not prevail, nor was a place
found in Heaven for then any longer.
so the old dragon was cast out, that
serpent of old, called the devil and Satan,
who deceives the whole world, he was
cast to the earth, and his angels were
cast out with him.”
Revelation 12: 7-9

 





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