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    Hell is a lake of fire,
    for those who are a liar.
    If you live for Jesus,
    He will surely never leave us.

    The Devil is a evil person,
    If you read your Bible and learn some.
    For it will tell you about Hell.
    The Devil will get you if your Soul is for sell.

    Hell is a bottomless pit of heat.
    It burns all the way to your feet,
    Where your soul will burn forever.
    Peace you will never find.

    Can you see yourself here?
    Always with burning pain and fear.
    For this serpent is evil and unleveled,
    That's why they call the Devil.

    Hell you'll burn in your own pleasure,
    In Heaven you will live forever.
    I want to live forever don't you?
    Please don't become the Devils Fool.


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    Tangled Hair

    Beth was sitting at an airport terminal waiting to board a
    plane. She was sitting there with several other people whom
    she did not know who were also waiting.

    As she waited, she pulled out her Bible and started to read.
    All of a sudden, she felt as if the people sitting there around
    her were looking at her. She looked up but realized that they
    were looking just over her head, in the direction right behind

    She turned to see what everyone was looking at and when she
    did, she saw a flight attendant pushing a wheelchair with the
    ugliest old man sitting in it. It was the ugliest man she ever
    saw. He had this long white hair that was all tangled and such
    a mess. His face was really wrinkled, and he didn't look
    friendly at all.

    She didn't know why, but she felt drawn to the man and thought
    at first that God wanted her to witness to him. In her mind she
    said she was thinking, "Oh God, please not now, not here."

    No matter what she did, she couldn't get the man off her mind,
    and all of a sudden she knew what God wanted her to do. She was
    supposed to brush this man's hair.

    She went and knelt down in front of the old man and said, "Sir
    may I have the honor of brushing your hair for you?" He said
    "What?" She thought , "Oh great, he's hard of hearing."

    Again, a little louder she said, "Sir, May I have the honor of
    brushing your hair for you?" He answered, "If you are going to
    talk to me, you are going to have to speak up; I am practically

    So this time, she was almost yelling, "Sir, May I please have
    the honor of brushing your hair for you?" Everyone was watching
    to see what his response would be.

    The old man just looked at her confused and said, "Well, I
    guess if you really want too." She said, "I don't even have a
    brush, but I thought I would ask anyway." He said, "Look in the
    bag hanging on the back of my chair, there is a brush in there."

    So she got the brush out and started brushing his hair.
    (She has a little girl with long hair, so she has lots of
    practice getting tangles out and knew how to be gentle with
    him.) She worked for a long time, until every last tangle was

    Just as she was finishing up, she heard the old man crying.
    She went and put her hands on his knees, kneeling in front of
    him again looking directly into his eyes and said, "Sir, do you
    know Jesus?" He answered, "Yes, of course I know Jesus. You
    see, my bride told me she couldn't marry me unless I knew Jesus,
    so I learned all about Jesus, and asked Him to come into my
    heart many years ago, before I married my bride."

    He continued, "You know, I am on my way home to go and see my
    wife. I have been in the hospital for a long time and had to
    have a special surgery in this town far from my home. My wife
    couldn't come with me because she is so frail herself.

    He said, "I was so worried about how terrible my hair looked,
    and I didn't want her to see me looking so awful, but I couldn't
    brush my hair all by myself."

    Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he thanked Beth for
    brushing his hair. He thanked her over and over again. She was
    crying, people all around witnessing this were crying, and as
    they were all boarding the plane, the flight attendant who was
    also crying, stopped her and asked, "Why did you do that?"

    And right there was the opportunity, the door that had been
    opened to share with someone else the love of God.

    "We don't always understand God's ways, but be ready, He may use
    us to meet the need of someone else like He met the need of
    this old man, and in a moment, also calling out to a lost soul
    who needed to know His love."

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    Unless You Let It In

    All the water in the world
    However hard it tried,
    Could never, never sink a ship
    Unless it got inside.

    All the evil in the world,
    the wickedness and sin,
    can never sink your soul's fair craft
    unless you let it in.

    All the hardships of this world,
    Might wear you pretty thin,
    But they won't hurt you, one least bit...
    Unless you let them in.

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    Hell Is Real

    I went into my classroom
    Ready for another year at school.
    I didn't want to work,
    Just wanted to hang out and be cool.

    I had on new clothes,
    New sneaks on my feet.
    I was there for class on time
    Went to the back and took my seat.

    Yeah, I'm moving up.
    I'm already grown.
    Soon I'll be graduating
    And out on my own.

    I talked to my friends.
    We were all having fun.
    Said some things I shouldn't have said,
    Did stuff I shouldn't have done.

    I knew I was diffrent.
    I felt God tough my heart.
    I knew I should set a standard,
    But then I'd be set apart.

    Walking to the bus,
    I was not looking for strenght.
    I heard the car tires screeching,
    But now it's too late.

    I'm standing in this room
    And I see the heavenly gate.
    Oh no! I never prayed.
    I thought I had time to get it straight.

    An angel walked to me.
    He had a book in his hand.
    I knew it was the Book of Life.
    When would this dream end?

    I told him my name
    And he began to look.
    Then he looked at me sadly and said
    Your name is not in this book.

    Angel, this is a dream.
    No, I can't be dead!
    He closed the book and turned away.
    He whispered - You can not proceed ahead.

    No...No, this can't be real.
    Angel, you can't turn me away.
    Let me talk to God.
    Maybe He'll let me stay.

    He led me to the gate.
    Jesus came to me,
    He did not let me in but said,
    Beloved what is your need?

    Jesus, I cried, please
    Don't cast me away from you.
    Tears rolled down His face as He said,
    You knew what you needed to do.

    Lord, please I'm young.
    I nevert thought I would die
    I thought I'd have plenty of time.
    Death caught me by surprise.

    Lord, I went to church.
    Please Jesus, I believe.
    He said you would accept me.
    My love you would not receive.

    Lord, there were too many hypocrites.
    They weren't being true.
    He took a step back and asked
    What does that have to do with you?

    Lord, my family claimed to be saved,
    They weren't real. You know.
    He said, I died for you.
    Now I have to go.

    I fell to my knees crying to Him.
    Lord, I planned to be real tomorrow.
    I couldn't make Him understand.
    I had never - felt such sorrow.

    Then it hit me hard, I said
    Lord, where will I go?
    He looked into my eyes and said,
    My child you already know.

    Please Jesus, I begged
    This place is so hot.
    It seemed to trouble and grieve Him.
    He whispered, DEPART FROM ME I KNOW YOU NOT.

    Lord, your suppose to be love.
    How can you send me to damnation?
    He replied, with your mouth you said you loved me,
    But each day you rejected my salvation.

    With that in a instant,
    Day turned into night.
    I never knew such torture could be.
    Now too late, I know the Bible is right.

    If I can tell you anything,
    Hell has no age.
    It's a place of torture,
    Seperated from God and full of rage.

    You know I thought it was funny - a joke,
    But this one thing is true.
    If you never accept Jesus Christ

    If you haven't already, please ask Jesus into your heart right now

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    Help Us God

    God you are holy and mighty in all ways
    And we are so judgmental of others
    Help us God the rest of our days
    To follow your commandants and love our brothers

    We are supposed to be different Lord
    By caring and forgiving one another
    Striving to live in one accord
    And not fighting among each other

    People look at us and decide something's wrong
    They can stay as they are it seems
    Because to be what we have become Oh God
    We are not an influence the right way, we
    need to be redeemed

    We hurt our brothers and sisters and
    We talk about others all the time
    We need revival quick in our land
    We need to fall on our knees and remind

    Remind ourselves of the reasons
    We were put on this earth after all
    Leading others to Christ in all seasons
    And that is the bottom line I recall

    So Christians wake up and proclaim
    The word of God is true
    Each will be judged the same
    And held accountable for what they do

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    Divorce Proof Your Marriage

    Remember a long time ago when your marriage seemed ideal and you
    and your spouse had no cares whatsoever?

    Did something happen to your lovely marriage?

    What was it?

    It was a communication problem.

    WAIT!!!!!! Don't skip out of this issue yet!!!!!!

    What happened?

    When you had no children and you were both starting out,
    nothing got in the way of you and your adorable spouse.
    But as time went on and kids came, things changed.

    The wife gets to stay home and take care of the kids (hoo-rah!)
    while the husband earns the bread. After a long, hard day with
    the kids, the wife doesn't want to have ANYTHING to do with ANYBODY.

    It's subtle and will take a period of time to come to this, but
    it will happen. This is interpreted by the husband as:
    1) A lack of interest in sex
    2) A lack of interest in you

    Then feelings get ruffled easy and the constant flow of
    communication slows down.

    Bills come in and it becomes a burden to make ends meet.
    Then the husband doesn't want to talk either.

    Pretty soon neither the wife nor the husband has that intimacy
    that comes from the CONVERSATION they used to have. A husband
    really does want to talk - perhaps not as much as the wife,
    but he still wants to have a woman who will listen to his heart.

    When that intimacy at home decreases by the day, the husband
    will look for someone who will listen to his heart. If some
    woman at the office spends time listening to him, the wife at
    home is in danger. One day the husband comes home, declares
    that he doesn't love you anymore and is initiating a divorce.
    What happened?

    The woman at the office captured his heart, and the lonely
    husband feels like this woman at work will listen to him. If
    the communication problem isn't fixed, the second marriage may
    not work out either.

    This of course applies to the woman at the office with a
    listening man's ear.

    It's a divorce that never should have happened!

    Okay. What can be done about this 'communication problem?'

    One of the answers is this: Frequent breaks from the daily
    routine of taking care of the kids. (C'mon, guys! How long
    would you last doing her job?)

    Take a weekend a month and have an overnight trip somewhere
    romantic. Spend some time together undisturbed by the kids.
    Relieve your wife of stress with these getaways.

    Talk a lot.
    Share your heart a lot.
    Make it so that there are no secrets between the two of you.
    That takes courage and time, but is well worth it.

    And on occasion, have a weekend of wild sex with each other.

    Put these mini-vacations in your budget. They are *very*
    important. Get away together frequently!

    A message to the men is appropriate here: Men, when your wife
    talks to you, look at her straight in the eye.
    Pay attention to her!
    You may be able to repeat what she is telling you, but are you
    really listening?

    Treat your wife like your hunting buddy or other true friend.
    Forget about bills, work, projects, the to-do list, updating
    your bank account -- until you have had a SATISFYING talk
    (in HER opinion) with her.

    This is part of real 'communication' with your wife.

    Christian families have become materialistic and have become
    burdened with debt and plans for getting ahead too fast.

    You have heard, "If you want something you've never had, you
    have to do something you've never done." Try it just for kicks!

    This one "tune-up" won't fix all of your problems, but you will
    be amazed how far it goes in helping out.

    Paul Harvey, the radio news commentator, found these two items
    in common to long-lasting marriages:
    1) A sense of humor in both partners, and 2) Faith in God.

    Being married and happy takes work and prayer, even for
    Christians. Time in conversation with your spouse keeps
    communication channels open. Communication itself is a skill
    that needs to be developed. Mates must allow all conversation
    to be free, even wild or bad ideas must be free to share.

    As long as mates are chatting a lot and sharing everything, the
    chances of a breakup are slim.

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    How Much Does Prayer Weigh?

    Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries. She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.

    John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave His store. Visualizing the family needs, she said: 'Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can."

    John told her he could not give her credit, as she did not have a charge account at his store.

    Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocerman that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family.

    The grocerman said in a very reluctant voice, "Do you have a grocery list?" Louise replied "Yes sir" "O.K." he said, "put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries."

    Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.

    The eyes of the grocerman and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down. The grocerman staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, "I can't believe it."

    The customer smiled and the grocerman started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more. The grocerman stood there in utter disgust.

    Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement. It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer which said: "Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands."

    The grocerman gave her the groceries that he had gathered and placed on the scales and stood in stunned silence. Louise thanked him and left the store. The customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to John as he said, "It was worth every penny of it."

    It was sometime later that John Longhouse discovered the scales were broken; therefore, only God knows how much a prayer weighs.

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    Humble Me Lord

    Humble me Lord
    Towards other people who
    Do not know your
    Gracious love
    Fill my heart with
    Favor for those
    To carry
    Your message of unconditional
    Love Humble me Lord
    Help me to tell them
    that you are there
    If they only give You
    Their trust Humble me Lord
    To see the signs
    That Others send to me
    Give me the sight
    of which battle that needs
    to be fought
    Humble me Lord!

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