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Let this mind be in you, which was also
in Christ Jesus Philippians 2:5 |
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To be like Him |
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In all I do, |
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In all I say, |
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In all I feel, |
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In all I think. |
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To have His motives |
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For all I do, |
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For all I say, |
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For all I feel, |
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For all I think. |
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To forget myself long enough |
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To allow Him to live through me, |
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To be real, not a phony. |
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To love with His love, |
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To see with His eyes, |
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To hear with His ears, |
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To think with His mind, |
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As I meet others each day, |
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Friends, strangers, family. |
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To be a fruitful Christian in this
New Year. |
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In Jesus’ Name, Amen |
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| Janet Fenton Meadows |
| 1/01/1974 |
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The Cross by Janet in New Mexico 2010 |
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Jesus saith unto them, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no
man cometh unto the Father, but by me. --JOHN 14:6 |
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Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is
none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved
-- ACTS 4:12 |
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Friend,
are you going to heaven? |
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Well, yes, I think that I am. |
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Tell me, my friend, is it
because |
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you trust in the blood of the
Lamb? |
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Well, I
don’t know; you see, I’m good; |
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I don’t do things that are
wrong; |
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I try to live the best the best
I can, |
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And my morals are upright and
strong |
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But, my
friend, you don’t understand, |
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Your goodness will not take you
there; |
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By yourself, you can never be
good enough, |
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The glories of heaven to share |
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You see, to be fit for heaven, |
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Demands perfection in every way; |
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It’s not if your good
outweighs your bad |
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That will get you to heaven
some day |
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For
unless you’ve never committed a sin |
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Neither in thought, word nor
deed, |
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Can you be worthy to enter
there; |
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No, friend, we all
stand in need. |
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In need of a Savior whose
perfect life |
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Was
given up on the cross; |
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To make restitution for everyone |
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Who otherwise would be lost. |
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Jesus
Christ is the only one |
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Who ever lived perfectly true. |
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And it’s only through faith in
Him, |
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That there’s salvation for me
and you. |
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So, friend, won’t you bow in
prayer |
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And pray to the Father above; |
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Thank Him for sending Jesus, |
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That you might know His great
love. |
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Then admit you need for
forgiveness |
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Of sin
that is in your heart; |
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And ask Jesus to enter you life, |
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Never again to depart |
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He’ll do it, my friend, for
that’s why He died; |
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That’s why He arose from the
grave; |
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Yes, He became your substitute, |
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So that your soul He could save. |
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Save you
from sin and save you from hell, |
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And give you eternal bliss; |
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Yes, my friend, He did it for
you; |
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There’s no greater love than
this. |
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So won’t you put your trust in
Him; |
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And then, my friend, you can
know |
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That on that day when He calls
for you |
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To
heaven you’ll surely go. |
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Yes, to heaven, there’s just One
Way; |
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Nothing else will ever do; |
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You must trust in Jesus, God’s
Son; |
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Only He can take you through. |
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Janet Fenton Meadows |
| 9/26/1987 |
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The Painted Desert in Arizona
by Janet in 2010 |
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The LORD'S lovingkindnesses indeed
never cease, For His compassions never fail. They are new every
morning; Great is Thy faithfulness. -- LAM
3:22-23 (NASB) |
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For the
light the new day brings; |
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For the
little bird that sings; |
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For the dew
upon the ground; |
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For the flowers
all around; |
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I praise
You, Lord, and want to say, |
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Thank You for
this brand new day. |
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May all I say
and do proclaim |
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The power and
glory in Thy Name! |
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Janet Fenton Meadows |
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6/24/1993 |
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THANK YOU |
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Thank
You, Lord for care through the night; |
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Thank
You, Lord, for the morning light. |
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Thank
You, Lord, for another day; |
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Thank
You, Lord, for being my “WAY”. |
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Janet Fenton Meadows |
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7/5/94 |
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MY HOUSE |
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In this little
house of mine |
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May the love of
Jesus shine; |
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May each
piece of funiture sing |
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Of Jesus Christ,
my Lord and King. |
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May the walls
and windows tell |
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That Jesus
Christ within does dwell; |
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May the floors
and ceilings be |
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Witnesses of His
care for me. |
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Janet Fenton
Meadows |
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10/16/96 |
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