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An overweight colleague of mine decided it was time to shed some excess pounds. He took his new diet seriously, even changing his driving route to avoid his favorite bakery. One morning, however, he arrived at work carrying a gigantic coffeecake. We all scolded him, but his smile remained cherubic. “This is a very special coffeecake,” he explained. “I accidentally drove by the bakery this morning and there in the window were a host of goodies. I felt this was no accident, so I prayed, ‘Lord, if you want me to have one of those delicious coffeecakes, let me have a parking place directly in front of the bakery.’ And sure enough,” he continued, “the eighth time around the block, there it was!”
O the precious, precious Bible,
God’s messenger of love, Ever lifting fallen man-kind To a higher plane above; ‘Tis a lamp unto my pathway Tho’ old yet ever new, I’m acquainted with the author, And I know the Book is true. Each time I search its pages New treasures rare I find, How the blessed, loving Saviour Cures sickness of all kind; ‘Tis a message of salvation To the Gentile and the Jew, I’m acquainted with the author, And I know the Book is true. I know some people doubt it, This precious Book divine, ‘But I couldn’t do without it, I believe it, line for line; Tis the very same sweet Gospel That my dear old mother knew, Get acquainted with the author, And you’ll know the Book is true. -Anonymous |