 I am a firm beleiver that Jesus came to earth as a virgin birth. He walk upon this earth teaching healing .
I believe that God is: Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
I beleive He was cruicified, nailed to a old rugged tree, He was entomb but on the third day arose victorious over death,
hell and the grave.
I beleive His precious blood covers
all of my sins.
Praise HIS HOLY name forever more.
I am HIS willing servant.
Acts 16:31 And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ,
and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.
Proverbs 22:6
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old,
he will not depart from it.
I've been a Christian since August 18, 1967.
I can't say i've been the best and I have
faltered along the way, when Jesus saved
my soul... oh, he had to reach way down.
I'm talking way down. But His arms was longer
than my sin. He's been my best friend for all
these years.
How I love him.
Thank Him, give Him praise for His loving
mercy. There have been many times had it
not been for His love and mercy I would have
been in serious trouble but He loved me when
I was unloveable, thank you father.
I am married to a wonderful man.
His name is Tom. Next to God, my dearest friend.
He and I together have 6 children. 1 son Butch, age 42;
daughters, Debbie, 40; Darlene, 38; Linda, 37; Chrystal, 27.
We have 20 grandchildren, 3 great grandchildren with 2
on the way. I feel God has blessed me in so many ways.
THE PICTURE OF THE CROSS
I know of a story too dear to hear,
It comes in the form of a Cross,
It's a tale that's lasted two thousand years,
It can not be hidden or lost.
The sight of the Cross, all on its own,
Requires no words to make clear,
Its image is old and very well known,
Yet, each time it is seen, it brings tears.
It's a picture of shame, of grief, and of pain,
A tale of the Blood of the Lamb,
There's no need for words; its vision explains
Quite plainly God's plan for man.
The Cross speaks volumes without making a sound,
We need only to see where it's pierced,
And look on the ground for a dropped thorny crown,
To know of suffering and anguish most fierce.
I cringe from the sound of silent screams heard,
Some of them coming from me,
For that sight of the Cross without any words,
Is almost too deafening to see.
by Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
copyright 1999
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