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Guest Speaker John Turner

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Sketch (c) June 2001 Vernon Turner
Sketch (c) June 2001 Vernon Turner

 

"Pilgrim’s Way"
By: John Turner

Oh father, please protect me from the days that lie in wait,
 
For I’ve started on this journey Lord, that leads me to your gate.
 
You’ve given me to take along a compass and a light.
 
And if I follow in these steps I know I’ll do what’s right.
 
I’ll learn to walk more patiently first one foot then the other.
 
To concern myself with just one day - not worrying about another.
 
And when I come across the things placed standing in my way,
 
You’ll find me stopping, kneeling down, and earnestly I’ll pray...
 
Thank you for safe passage and bringing me this far.
 
Give to me direction now that leads me where you are.
 
For I’ve reached another milestone that separates us two,
 
And I’ll make it to another if by GRACE you’ll see me through!
 
In Jesus name - "AMEN"

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The Brail
By: John Turner

His word went forth that split the night.
The Lord but spoke and there was light.
A wonderful story in silver and gold in what majestic skies foretold.
The precious story of God's own plan- scrolled upon stars- sealed from all man.
The heavens proclaim His power on high- from Alpha to Omega- from sky to sky.
Sun and Moon and Stars His grains, scattered across the milky plains.
For those God gave eyes to see- those lights He gave to you and me.
To others -Pray- He'll remove the scales, from lids closed tight and hearts that fail.
 
GENESIS 1:3-4
"And God said let there be light; and there was light.
And God saw the light, that it was good."

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Lost Horizons
By: John Turner

Lost Horizons, Bitter Skies.  Once colorful -now- black, white and faded.
 
The things most precious in Gods feast remain half eaten - Spit Out
 
Envious and Covetous.  The fat man starves for more.
 
More fools gold - put up to rust, in reaches that their highest castles can’t keep;
 
From the Mother, vengeful Hoar - non preserve - all is tainted treasure.
 
In this, and all - False gods and false hopes answer not, and stare eternal.

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