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Today's mailing of All for Jesus is a little different ... two people have emailed me with original work that they have written, and I just feel led to publish the two of them today. Enjoy!

Hello, I'm 15 years old. Your web site is wonderful. I have really enjoyed it. I would like to ask you one question though. If I wrote one of my poems for you about GOD do you think you could use it to get to others about themselves or their children? My poem isn't much but I would be very honored to know that somehow God through you used it to somehow to show someone how much that their children (as well as themselves) need each other and Him. Thank you. I've enclosed my poem below just in case you would like to read it.

"God Please"
by: Robin Rhodes

God please bless this family,
We've cried so long in pain.
God please help the oldest child,
Before she cries tears like rain.
God, you know everything,
Her future and her past.
God, just one question for You,
How much longer can she last?
God where have all her friends gone,
They've left her far behind.
God, what is she going to do,
She feels she has no mind.
God, pless bless this child,
Before she goes away.
God, please love this child,
And help her not to stray.

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Hello Kim, We have never met nor talked. I just started recieving your E-mails these past few weeks. I decided to share with you something that I wrote three weeks ago. Here you go and God Bless you and your internet ministry.

"Praise You, Oh Lord. I will sing praises to Your mighty name. I thank You for Your touch in my life. Your mercy is without measure. What have I done to deserve this? I have run foolishly and disobediently away from Your Son's sacrifice only to be greeted by Your open arms and loving forgiveness. Although my departure was long, You welcomed me back as if I had been gone for only a short while. You pulled me from the blackest of nights and rescued me from my own self- destruction. The clutches of the pit could not keep me from Your mercy and grace. Once a slave to my own sinful devises, You have given me freedom through Your Son Jesus Christ.
Your presence is always with me, from my mountains of joy and happiness, to the valleys of brokeness and despair. You are there beside me. Your love is like a light that pierces the darkness and loneliness that attempts to surround my soul. Your breath washes the tears from my eyes as I seek Your face. You gladly give me love, peace, joy and kindness. You ask only for my hatred, my rage, selfish ambition and my jealousy in return. My safety lies only in You and Your open arms of love. Your wings of protection are forever around me. You are my fortress. You are my sanctuary. Thank you Father, for never leaving nor forsaking me.
Why do You love me so? I can never repay the love that You have given to me so freely. How painful my world would become if I were to ever leave You now. Nothing can take the place of the love that You show me each and every day. There are times I run ahead of Your plans for my life. Times that my own thoughts and intentions take control of me. Yet You wait, gently calling me and lifting me back up after I fail. Each day I lift Your name in praise. Each day I am reminded of Your mercy and Your grace. Thank you for Your Son.
Please give me strength, Oh Lord. I sometimes feel as if I stand alone on the narrow path of Your truth, calling out to those on the wide road that leads to destruction. Some stop to listen, while others race on ahead refusing to hear Your words. Bless the seeds that I have sewn, Lord. May Your Spirit work them, move them and cause them to grow. I want every person to know You and Your Son like I do. My heart cries out. I will not quit. I must push forward until the very end. I can not turn my back on your children. Your Love and mercy never once turned their back on me. Now, is the time for the harvest. Now, is the time to take back what is ours. You have used others to plant seed inside of me and now my crop grows. It is time to share the harvest that lives inside of me with others. Use me to do Your will, Oh Lord.
Use me to do Your will."

-Tim Teall
October 1, 2000


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