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YES
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Yes There Is Jesus!
There are no answers when you question what to do,
When lives are broken and your heart has been misused.
The pain is to deep the problem to steep,
Where will you go, it hurts you so?
And when your friends misunderstand the words you say.
Your hopes and dreams disappear like yesterdays.
You're burdened with care, your hopes now despair.
Will you ever find peace for your soul.

But there is Jesus today Hell console you,
Put your life in His hands, on His word you can stand.
He will be by your side, in the darkness a guide.
He will not forget you, to His word He is true.
He is Creator, He is Redeemer, He wants to live in your heart.

So when the weight of all your grief has dragged you down,
and all the darkness of your past has left a frown.
He's calling for your, Your hope to renew.
Trust in his strong hand you can stand.

Yes there is Jesus today Hell console you.
Put your life in His hands on His word you can stand.
He will be by your side, in the darkness a guide.
He will not forget you to His word He is true.
His word is creative, His love is redemptive.
He wants to live in your heart.

by Nathaniel A. Jenkins Jr, Email: nateaj@execpc.com

I asked God
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I asked God to take away my pain. God
said, No. It is not for me to take
away, but for you to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child
whole. God said, No. Her spirit was
whole, her body was only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience. God
said, No. Patience is a byproduct of
tribulations; it isn't granted, it is earned.

I asked God to give me happiness. God
said, No. I give you blessings.
Happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain. God said,
No. Suffering draws you apart from
worldly cares and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow. God
said, No. You must grow on your own,
but I will prune you to make you grow.

I asked for all things that I might enjoy
life. God said, No. I will give you
life so that you may enjoy all things.

I asked God to help me LOVE others, as
much as he loves me. God said...Ahhhh,
finally you have the idea.

If you love God, send this to ten people
and back to the person that sent it. >>

"REMEMBER IT'S ME"

Why should we worry about those in jail?
Their life is a mess, doomed to fail.
They cheat and lie and some even kill,
When there's nothing left, they might even steal.

My time is to valuable for them and their kind,
There's places to go and things I must mind.
I'm busy right now doing God's perfect will,
Someday I may go if they are there still.

Then Jesus said son, "I died for them too,"
Remember it's me and it's not just you.
I've called you to go wherever I send,
Preach to the lost and show them their sin.

For I have some who are in chains still,
Minister to them and you'll be doing my will.
Their souls are dear to my Father and me,
Teach them the Word that they might see.

Remember the thief on the cross that day?
He's here with me now, this new place to stay.
So whenever you go to speak to my friends,
Tell them get ready, it's nearing the end.

If you go where I send and speak what you hear,
I'll open blind eyes and open deaf ears.
So when these things you are sent to do,
Remember, it's me and it's not just you!

Written by: Edwin Smith
September 10, 1999
Recorded and sang by: Samuel Cormie
Copyright 72920
October 24, 1999

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Audrey
MEN WHO DARE TO LOVE ---

two men stand
talking
one holds the phone steadfast
the other shivers

waves of anger

two men stand
talking
over the phone

the atmosphere heavily charged
memories trickle back
not yet time to shed tears
a joyous laugh bubbles forth

how terrible
those last few days
one on suicide watch
the other
in a hotel bedroom
alone

two men
spoke
words of love and longing
the one
left behind
stood
numb

now
messages come
fast and thick
'Keep warm the joy,
value what you
and
Glen
shared.'

Dedicated to Glen McGinnis executed by the state of Texas 25th January
2000.

Glen, incarcerated at 17, was aged 27. He became the 6th death row to be
put to death his year in Texas, and the 205th overall since the state
resumed capital punishment on Dec. 7, 982. Glen was also 11th to be put
to death this year in the USA and the 609th overall since the USA
resumed executions on Jan. 17, 1977.

Audrey S. Kaufman February 2000

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INSPIRATIONAL CORNER

Do You Have Time for Him

My name is Tammy. This is my life. I will get saved when "I've Got Time".
I was born Jan. 1, 1964. As I grew up, the LORD kept his hands on me.
He healed my polio. Now I walk like you. "Thank you Jesus."
He showed me right from wrong. I think I'll get saved when I turn 30.
"I've Got Time!'

I got on drugs, He brought me through. Thank you Jesus!
I got pregnant, and cried to the Lord. He gave me a husband.
I said to myself, "When I turn 30, I'll get saved, I've Got Time!"

I've been shot in the back. The doctor said I would not walk again.
I cried again to Jesus for two years. Now I run and jump. I should
get saved now! No, I'll wait until I'm 30. "I've Got Time."

I have no food in my house. My children are hungry. I asked
the Lord to make a way. Right then my doorbell rings. The UPS man is
ringing my bell. He has a letter for me. I sing as I return in my
house. I open the letter. It is a check for $50. "Thank you Jesus."
Again I promise, "When I turn 30, I'll get saved, "I've Got Time."

"I read my Bible. I know of the Lord. He and I go a long way back.
"I've Got Time."

"It's Saturday, night. I am going out. I am going to have myself
some fun. I put the kids to bed. When I step out, I see my sister
running towards me. She told me one of my children was playing with
matches, and was burnt. Again, I cried to the Lord. "LORD, LORD,

Hear my prayer. Help me LORD." And, he did. He did not take my child. I
did not lose my children to the state. I'm really going to get saved when
I turn 30.

My cancer went into remission. My body is healed. Praise the LORD!
"I've Got Time." I'm 30 now. Tonight is my last night to live my
unsaved life. Guess What? My birthday falls on Saturday. Therefore,
Sunday, I will be at church praising the Lord. However, for now it's still
Saturday. I am having so much fun at my party in my back yard. They
threw me in the pool. I felt a timer in my head.

SOMETHING IS HAPPENING TO ME. WHAT'S WRONG! I DON'T KNOW. I
SEE LIGHT. THERE ARE PEOPLE ALL AROUND ME, BUT I CANNOT TALK.
I CRY TO THE LORD. I SAID, LORD WHAT TIME IS IT? IT'S 11:55 "BUT I
DON'T KNOW YOUR VOICE. WHO ARE YOU?"

"MY NAME IS LUCIFER. I DON'T LOVE, I DON'T LIKE, I JUST WANT YOUR
SOUL. EVERY TIME I CAME FOR YOU THE LORD SAID NO. SOMEONE WAS
PRAYING FOR YOU SO I PLANTED A SEED TO MAKE YOU THINK YOU HAD
TIME. YOU SEE, I'M SMART, I'M DIRTY, AND I'M THE BEST LIAR."

Tammy died December 31,1993. Five minutes before she turned 30 years
old. Now tell me, DO YOU HAVE TIME

GUEST CONTRIBUTION
From Debbie

A STRAYING LAMB

A Shepherd loved His little lamb,
And gave it His tender care
And followed it with His loving eyes
As it wandered Here and there

As He sat by His grazing flock
Who so meekly His voice obeyed,
He pondered sadly his little lamb
As again and again it strayed.

The little lamb had a loving heart,
And adored his Shepherd, true
But would turn aside and seek his own way
As lambs would often do.

With His gentle voice the Shepherd called,
To His loved and straying lamb,
"Come back, little one, for you are not safe
Unless you are where I am."

But still the lamb would soon forget,
And unthinkingly wander away.
And not really noticing what he did
From the Shepherd's side would stray.

Until one day, the Shepherd kind,
Took His rod in His gentle hand,
And what He then did seemed so cruel
That the lamb could not understand.

For with one sharp and well-aimed blow
Down the rod so swiftly came.
That it broke the leg of the little lamb
And left it crippled and lame.

Then the little lamb with a cry of pain,
Fell down upon his knees.
And looked up at his Shepherd, as though to say,
"Won't you explain this please."

Then he saw the love in the Shepherd's eyes,
As the tears ran down His face,
As He tenderly set the broken bone,
And bound it back in it's place.

Now he was utterly helpless.
He could not even stand!
He must trust himself completely
To his Shepherd's loving hand.

Then day by day, 'til the lamb was healed
From the flock he was kept apart
And carried about in the Shepherd's arms,
And cradled near to His heart.

And the Shepherd would whisper gentle words,
Into his now listening ear...
Thus he heard sweet words of love
That the other sheep could not hear

He felt the warmth of the Shepherd's arms,
And the beat of His faithful heart.
Until it came a blessing to seem,
By his weakness to be set apart.

Every need of the little lamb,
By his Shepherd so fully was met
That through his brokenness he learned
What he never again would forget.

And as the broken bone was healed
And once more became whole and strong
Wherever the Shepherd's path would lead
The lamb would follow along.

Thus at the Shepherd's side he walked,
So closely, day by day,
For once a lamb has a broken leg
It will never go astray.

For the cords of love had bound it so,
In its hour of weakness and need...
That it had no desire to wander away,
When once again it was freed.

Could it be you are broken today,
And you cannot understand,
The painful blow of the Shepherd's rod,
Nor believe it came from His hand.

He only seeks, by this painful thing,
For a time to call you apart...
To cradle you close in His loving arms,
And draw you near to His heart.

So look up into your Shepherd's eyes
And earnestly seek His face...
And prove in the hour of your weakness and need,
The Sufficiency of His grace.

For as you are borne in His loving arms,
And carried there, day by day.
He will bind you so close with the cords of His love
That never again will you stray..
(author Unknown)

My best Friend
We don't go shopping
or go out to lunch
We don't go to church and
then to Sunday brunch
We cannot hug
or hold each other close
That is the thing that we both
miss the most

My friend is close to me
he's in my heart
But every time I see him
a glass keeps us apart
We have no private conversation
to tell our secrets or dreams
And when we are apart
our tears fall in streams

Long, neatly written letters
is how we interact
Some have dried tears
that cause a huge impact
Some echo with laughter
about funny things we do
But mostly they have lonliness
from the days that we wait through

My friend is not an animal
although he lives in a cage
He is not an angry person
though he is filled with rage
He is kept in silence
though he has so much to say
I speak about his innocence
and the price he's had to pay

One day soon I'll hold him
close and tell him how I care
Until then we have prison life
What a thing to share
We've been fighting long and hard
demons we cannot see
We're fighting this battle together
my best friend and me

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I shall pass through this world but once.
If there is any kindness I can show, any good that I can do,
let me do it now, let me not defer or delay it.
For I shall not pass this way again.

Team Member of
Justice Denied -- The Magazine for the Wrongly Convicted

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After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts,
And presents aren't promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of an adult
Not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After awhile, you learn
That even the sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden, decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...

...That you really are strong
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn.
With every new change you learn.

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