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Clean Blood The day is over. You are driving home. You tune in your radio. You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. It’s not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it’s kind of interesting. They’re sending some doctors over there to investigate it. You don’t think much about it, but on Sunday, coming home from church, you hear another radio spot. Only they say it’s not three villagers, it’s 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this...
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Through life I’ve sang Salvation’s song I’ve had my ups and downs I’ve tried my best to do no wrong But still I’ve raised some frowns I love my God with heart and soul Though still I feel some pain Christ washed me clean He made me whole I’m free and born again By grace, I’m in Salvation’s hand In Christ my life is new Through faith I’ve learned to understand That Jesus’ love is true Within my Lord I’m more than glad We talk both night and day I seek His joy when feeling sad And for His peace...
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What Goes Around Comes Around His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death. The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman’s sparce surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out...
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When I have moments of complete anxiety . . . Of doubt, fear, or despair . . . When I feel depressed, angry or with hate . . . When I feel my life in general are a vicious circle . . . And I feel that everything repeats itself . . . The good and the evil; the beautiful and the ugly . . . The hard work and the crime; the vice and the violence . . . The treason, the hypocrisy and the marble heart . . . Feeling sad and angry, rebellious, rancorous, vengeful . ....
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Before this body turns to dust Before this world I leave Upon The Lord I’ve placed my trust Upon The Rock I’ll cleave I’ve placed my trust in Jesus Christ God’s Son of flesh and bone The innocent Lamb sacrificed I trust His word alone I trust He chose for man to die Then rose again to reign That as God’s Seed He’d multiply His flock when born-again I trust His blood can cleanse the soul I trust His blood can save His very name can make us whole And save us from the grave I trust in Jesus’ loving...
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