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Note: The author of this work believes without reservation, that the King James Bible is more than just a priceless work of literary art, which it is. But it is has indeed been preserved without error by God's providence as an infallible book that the common man in the English speaking world can hold and own, and the light it can give rest entirely on that man's faith in it and its Author. And all those who believe otherwise have either been duped, have an unclean motive, are just ignorant or see no issue of importance in having God's word readily available in an infallible form. No amount of linguist ability can give any extra light if there is doubt to its content, the Holy Spirit will not honour anyone that want to subject this English Bible to an inferior position. |
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The Bible speaks in many
of its holy pages of the storms of life. In fact it often seems that the storms of life and blessings of God are connected to water. We are as sailor tossed about by the storms of life, till we reach the bar and arrive at heaven’s shore. Psa 69:14 Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters. Psa 124:4 Then the waters had overwhelmed us, the stream had gone over our soul: Psa 144:7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children; Isa 59:19 So shall they fear the name of the LORD from the west, and his glory from the rising of the sun. When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit of the LORD shall lift up a standard against him. Psa 42:7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. Luk 8:23 But as they sailed he fell asleep: and there came down a storm of wind on the lake; and they were filled [with water], and were in jeopardy.
Our vessel will take in water at times and the gales and storms of life may toss it about, our Captain has never lost a vessel.
Out on life’s seas tattered and torn Rigging frayed with sails worn This aging vessel has faced many a gale Its bound for heaven it fears not hell
With devils in the waters and lightning in the skies The deceiving sirens advise with subtle cries Take the helm of this vessel and guide her to shore Believe not your Captain’s religious lore
But in the Old Logbook not written by me I read who rules the heavens and calms the seas He knows these trouble waters and hidden reefs For he is aquatinted with sorrow and human grief
Yet off to my starboard wreak vessels abound Smashed on the rocks or run a ground The names on their hulls in this fog I can read For they had the wrong captain, they did not heed
There lies self-reformation lying on her side Once powered by works and fuelled with pride Yonder is Mystery Babylon the whore of the waves With icons on her rails and a hold full of slaves
This moral vessel of mine has needless fears Forgetting that the Captain always is near For the Logbook declares I will never be lost The fare was paid on Calvary’s cross
My galleries are stocked with mercies and grace Till I cross the bar to my prepared place There I’ll see my Captain, my Pilot and Friend For the earthly voyage is over and the joys never ends
Written by a sea sick passenger Bill West
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