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 A Prayer to the Lord of the Harvest       by Danny C. Wash                                                                                                                                        “... Lift up your eyes and look at the fields, for they are already white for harvest.” John 4:35  “The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few;  therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out  laborers into His harvest.” Luke 10:2 O, Lord Jesus, You have proclaimed that the harvest is great and that we are to pray for You to cause the laborers to come forth into the fields that are ready to  be harvested. We know that You  mean the harvest of souls of people that are ripe in the field of the world and  You are preparing to join with our prayers and send forth  the workers to harvest them into the Kingdom of God, by using the scythe of the Word of the Gospel. Thank  You, O Lord Jesus for having sent other workers to sow the  seed of the word of life into good soil.  We pray that th

{This is a comparison of the original version of Invictus and  the modified version which I call, "Christus-the Christian version")   Invictus                                                                                                by William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me,     Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be     For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance     I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance     My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears     Looms but the horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years     Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate,     How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate:     I am the captain of my soul. ____________________________________________________________________________   The Christian Version of Invictus- Renamed Christus (Christ)      (All changes to

The Wild Dove                                              by Soren Kierkegaard There was once a wild dove; in the grim forest, there where wonder also dwells with terror among the straight, solitary trunks, it had its nest.  But near by, where the smoke arose from the farmer's chimney, there dwelt some of its more distant relations, some tame doves.  It frequently met with a pair of these; that is, it sat on a branch overhanging the farmer's yard; the two tame doves sat on the ridge of the roof; however, the distance between them was not so great but that they could exchange thoughts with each other in conversation. One day they talked about the chances of the times and about the necessities of life.  The wild dove said: "so far I have had my living; I let each day have its own worry and in that way I get through the world"  The tame doves had listened carefully...Thereupon one answered: "Now we support ourselves differently; with us, that is to say, with the

  The Old Songs, The Great Songs    Compiled by Danny C. Wash                                                                                                                                                                                The following are the first verses of these much loved old hymns contained in hymnals  of the Church. 1. Blessed Assurance Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine, O what a foretaste of glory divine. Heir of salvation purchase of God. Born of the Spirit, wash’d in His blood. This is my story, this is my song, praising my Saviour all the day long. 2. Rock of Ages Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide  myself in Thee. Let the water and the blood, from thy wounded side which   it flowed, be of sin the double cure. Save  from wrath and make me pure. 3. Amazing Grace Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found, was blind but now I see. 4. Softly and Tenderly Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling, calling  for yo

The Judgment Seat of Christ Prayer by Danny C. Wash                                                                                                                     “For we must all appear before the judgment seat of  Christ, so that each one may receive compensation for  his deeds done through the body, in accordance with  what he has done, whether good or bad.” 2Cor. 5:10 O’ Lord Jesus, In awhile, I know not when. I will be called to stand before the judgment seat of Christ, as will all believers, as I am told by scripture. I do know that we will not be judged as to  salvation or sins,  which  You have forgiven and saved us by our faith in you and the cross. But, I know not the result of the  judgment of my life and work, not for  punishment,  but whether it deserves reward  because of its value  like gold,  silver or precious  stones or deserves  disapproval if my work is  like wood, hay, or straw,  which burns up when  tested as to whether it was  within Your will.  My prayer is

  The Dog Days of Summer                     by Danny C. Wash I t’s hot. We are in the Dog Days of Summer and this year’s summer has been a real bummer. This year’s dog is not a lap dog but a hotdog that is hungry and hanging on like a bulldog who has decided to bite us perhaps until November. If the rain refuses to fall, then my grass will be embers from the heat that has turned my yard into shambles and with little rain or water I have bushes of brambles. The thirsty and hungry squirrels and other pests have raided my pot plants for their nightly food fests. But if I patiently wait for the colder weather and the snow until the deep freeze weather when nothing will grow, I can then watch my remaining plants suffer the final blow. The good side of this mess is next year I will have nothing to mow. except the weeds which cannot be killed, even by a nuclear blast. They enjoy the heat & no water which makes them grow real fast. This is the end of this sad sad story & you may n

  A Prayer of Praise for Deliverance From Darkness     by Danny C. Wash                                                                                                                                                                                " The people who were sitting in darkness saw a  great light and those who were sitting in the land and shadow of death, upon them a light dawned."  Matthew 4:16 O’ Lord Jesus, Even when the power of the evil one’s darkness of sin   and death covered our eyes like scales blocking out the light and with the cords of death tangling our feet and with doubts and accusations plaguing our mind,  Your light cut through the darkness like a bolt of lightning  piercing the night sky with Your light shining upon the path  to deliverance and truth of Your salvation, which is the cross  and the victory won there. Your light created our faith in Your  promises, Your faithfulness, Your truth which caused the scales  over our eyes to fall away when

 Jonah and the Car Wash                                     by Danny C. Wash I took my dirty car to a new car wash for it’s  semi- annual trip.  It was like a psychedelic experience.  It was as if I was being swallowed by a large fish,  like Jonah in the Bible must have experienced. The first event was giving up control of my  car and myself into the unknown, similar to  when you are being pulled into a fun house. The  first part of the experience was the obscuring of   my windshield with soap and then the noise of the inside of the tunnel hit me, followed by blue and  red and white flashing lights accompanied by loud  thunderous noises as a multitude of black brush-like  objects whirred and twirled in a loud hypnotic blur.  One slammed down on my windshield blocking my view as others spun like buzz saws against my windows. The  noise from the brushing was deafening and I was hoping  my paint would survive. If I were a child this would have  been an event I would have nightmares about