He is With Us

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He is With Us

He is with us on our journeys. He is there when we are home. He sits with us at our table. He knows about funerals and weddings and commencements and hospitals and jails and unemployment and labor and laughter and rest and tears. He knows because He is with us – He comes to us again and again – until we can say, It’s You! It’s You! …Bob Benson

Proud River

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Proud River

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Proud River

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Roll on in your majestic soulful grandeur,

Fill and spill your uncounted tributaries,

your hidden slews overhung with moss,

adventures awaiting among ancient slave banks,

tangled and brambled hunting holes once habitats.

Mystically drawing those who know the lay of the land.

 Roll on with your deep dark secrets of stately Colonial Plantation

life on high ground, sprawling green lawns, spotting white-washed

slave cabins but stone for rice mills and steps pounded down into the hill.

 Men lost in your depths-women and children left alone, Those

well to do and having nothing, forever conflicted at your beautiful danger. 

Roll on our grand river, heritage and hermitage to generations

Proud tribal canoe pass, Crown’s explorers’ gateway, Kings Grant

planters ship way, Many Waters spillway down from Yawhanna,

Pee Dee, up Wachesaw way, the Black, bottomless its said.

Merging in currents rushing deep, thunderous, strong and good

ever towards the bay into…

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Breaking the Alabaster Box

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Breaking the Alabaster Box

The breaking of the alabaster box and the anointing of the Lord filled the house with the odor, with the sweetest odor. Everyone could smell it. Whenever you meet someone who has really suffered; been limited, gone through things for the Lord, willing to be imprisoned by the Lord, just being satisfied with Him and nothing else, immediately you scent the fragrance. There is a savor of the Lord. Something has been crushed, something has been broken, and there is a resulting odor of sweetness. …Watchman Nee