SLAUGHTER HOUSE RELIGION

We sing of the cleansing blood of Jesus,

Many hymns proclaiming its worth.

It is not just the death of our Savior and

Not just His miraculous birth!

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It is more, so much more, just think about it.

What is the Passover all about?

The blood of a perfect lamb was sprinkled

Or Israel would be lost without!

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“Behold the Lamb of God,” the Baptist thundered!

The significance was plain to see,

The blood of the Lamb, God’s Lamb, was needed

Desperately for you and for me!

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The scarlet thread still weaves through the pages

Of God’s Book, this Book of Life we know.

It is the blood of Christ that bestows life!

It cleanses and “washes white as snow”.

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Why is His blood so indispensable?

And why no remission for sin?

“Without the shedding of His perfect blood”?

Because there is no life within!

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Life is in the blood!  We must surely know!

But that life died with Adam’s fall!

A fresh transfusion necessity

Of Christ’s blood prescribed for all.

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Just the blood of Jesus, God’s perfect Son,

The blood man possessed originally

Before his fall from grace, respecting man,

The blood God shed for you and me!

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The only way we could be made perfect

Through that ‘Perfect Blood’ God shed that day.

So that is why a transfusion is required

And cleansing in God’s perfect way!

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Sam Cox 01.04

I KEEP GOOD COMPANY

I am not a sissy nor am I a fruit cake,

Just a poet and that is all I am.

You have heard of David, Kipling, and Edgar Allen,

Now you have heard from little ole Sam.

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So what does it take to convince you that

This is a legitimate cause?

“Nobody does it.  Do not make no money.”

Well, I think that should give you pause.

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To consider other poets, like, say David.

Was he ever rolling in cash?

Not until he was the king of Israel.

Could he boast of any kind of stash?

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So who cares anyway?  “The love of money…”

Will get you nowhere in the end.

Especially when that pot of gold stares at you,

But you are too stiff to even bend!

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Just could be I am doing good with my stuff,

Just writing and letting it lay.

Then someone may bend and even pick it up.

Our doughs no good in heaven, anyway!

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Sam did it 12.29.03

SURE TELEPATHICALLY

He reads my mind!

Of course, He can!  He made it!

He does not make me think His thoughts

Nor can I contradict it!

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Contradict?  But first I must know,

What God is saying truly,

And if my life is a contradiction.

Thoughts too are unruly!

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God says more than the Bible tells us!

And here false teachers flourish!

The unprincipled, the ignorant

On this truly nourish!

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Just they who, “Delight in the Lord abide,”

Abiding in Him we delight!

Cannot ‘delight in’ unless we abide!

Experiencing daily on sight!

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Of course, we see Him, the One we love,

Deep in your heart you can know!

“Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief!”

Small children who love Him so!

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“Unless we become as…” we cannot know

Him who loved us so much.

He endured the torture of cruel death

From some who had felt His touch!

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Many who had felt the Healing touch

Who slipped back into old ways,

As Israel, the backsliding heifer, (*)

Went sinning, the rest of her days!

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Does not the word suggest as much?

The backsliding (one who once knew),

Had an intimate knowledge at one time.

Does not the word construe?

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Seems tragically impossible to

Know salvation then skid

As far back into old ways of sin!

Like, Satan won the bid.

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Liking the thought (of what he threw up)

Assimilating again!

Savoring, enjoying this time again

The sickening taste of sin!

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(*) Hosea 4:16

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