Sleeping At Harvest

Closed this evening service with this poem. I have it in one of my bibles and I don't remember the composer, to give him credit.



Souls are Dying

Too long I've laid me down to sleep, and prayed the Lord my soul to keep.
I should awake before I die, and realize time is passing by;
And rise and go and tell the lost, despite my plans despite the cost.

Too long I've laid me down to sleep, while multitudes about me weep;
And other cries of dark despair, for no one ever seems to care.
My life is short, and soon I'll stand, with sinner's bloods upon my hand;
Unless I wake before I die, and realize time is passing me by.

Men, keep working on our homes.

“We are surrounded by foreign, hostle 

and home shattering influences in our 

world today. The supportive elements of society 

no longer feed and shade us. The Christian’s 

home must blossom in a field of weeds.”

H. G. Hendricks

In a twinkle of an eye ...

We just don't know when it will happen, now do we???

Monday Missions - Great Commission

The Great Commission -

Matthew 28:18-20

Mark 16:15, 16

Luke 24:46 - 48

John 20:21

Acts 1:8


MAKE disciples by leading people to repentance and faith.

MARK disciples by baptism and membership

MATURE disciples by follow-up and sound instructions from the Word of God.

Pray for your Missionary families around the world.

Dear Uncle Sam it's our 145th Birthday

Thanks to the Mak family for bring this video to my attention.




Video little old but still good.

Just One Hour

What, could ye not watch with me one hour?
Matthew 26:40


20 minutes - Bible Reading


25 minutes - Prayer
  ~  Praise
  ~  Confession
  ~  Intercession
  ~  Petition
  ~  Thanksgiving


15 minutes - Memorization, Meditation, Singing & Worship


Sweet Hour of Prayer
by William W. Walford

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Savior shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I’ll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight.
This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize,
And shout, while passing through the air,
“Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!”

Do It On Your Own

When you were born your parents brought you to church ... When you were married, your beloved brought you to church ... When you die, your friends will bring you to church ... Why not try coming to church on your own sometimes?