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Created on: September 17, 2009
That Light -
that glorious Light
that now shines upon me -
is indescribable in its brightness.
The kings of the world
and the richest men of the world
would give all they possessed,
if they knew what that Light is.
That Light was once in the world,
and no man knew it
and no man recognized it.
And now, hundreds of years
after Light was taken from the world,
and after those many long years
that darkness has been
upon the face of the earth,
one in the world now sees Light
and recognizes it -
even after those many years
that Light has been gone out of it.
If only I had recognized it long ago -
but I did not.
O Rusty Memories,
how long have you been sleeping
in that ancient, corroded treasure chest
buried so deeply
in the recesses of my soul?
I've seen a Great Story unfold in the Bible.
It is chock-full of hidden things,
strange and amazing things.
And when I saw some of those things,
I sat speechless
because of the strangeness of them.
I've read about many strange things
with which some men concern themselves:
The Bermuda Triangle, ancient astronauts,
the Great Pyramid of Egypt,
mysteries of Central American civilizations,
UFO's, the lost continent of Atlantis,
psychic phenomena,
and even some of the theories of Carl Sagan
which he tended to forget are theories.
None of these strange imaginations come close
to being as strange as the story
that lies hidden within the pages of the Bible,
concealed from the eyes
of the profane and unclean.
God has worked a work,
a strange work,
and published it throughout the whole world.
He has told us of His work
through the words of the Bible.
Though it is read and studied by many,
they neither see
nor hear
nor believe
His amazing story.
His story cannot be found
by form criticism,
but only by those
whose ears have been unstopped
and their eyes opened
by the Spirit of Truth.
Once I would not have
a Bible in my home,
but now I find it is the greatest treasure
that's in the world.
It is the uncorrupted record
of the Word of God,
despite what Biblical scholars
may say about its text.
How blind are the blind!
How deaf are the deaf!
They stumble along dark pathways
and find nothing but errors.
Fools they are
that search for the Historical Jesus,
and overlook the True Jesus.
Fools they are
that dig in the ground
and search for evidence of Him,
but do not bother to dig in the place
where the evidence is.
Fools they are
that look with awe
upon the Shroud of Turin,
and neglect to look
upon the True Shroud!
The whole earth
is full of fools and foolishness,
and the work of fools
that profit no one.
Some in the world
promise peace
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