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Hi Dickibus,
Thank you for the wonderful poem.
I really loved it.
Be Blessed dear friend,
Your new friend,
Sharon







Dickibus wrote:
>
> Blessed are the peacemakers, ....
> Blessed are you when the world shall rile and swear at you, for you will
> become the children of God.
>
> Old Jim may not have had much material wealth, but he had more stashed up in
> Heaven than most of us have ready for us in Hell.
>
> Yes, Hell.   For all our posturing, how many of all our protestations find
> there way into actions that other people can feel - not see, but feel.   I
> do not yell much about what life we create for ourselves after death, since
> my belief centres more on having done well - which is not the same as owning
> much - in this life.  The next?   If the sacrifice of my soul brings one
> other man peace in eternity, .... shall I give it?   I would like to think
> so.
>
> Dickibus
> Wondering where all these straange thoughts come from....
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: ernie & lucy k <elkwar@madbbs.com>
> To: dickibus <dickibus@copernicus.win-uk.net>
> Date: 05 May 1999 19:31
> Subject: Fw: Blessed are those . . .
>
> >
> >>
> >>
> >> "BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO DID NOT SEE, AND YET BELIEVED "
> >>
> >>      A minister passing through his
> >>      church in the middle of the day,
> >>      Decided to pause by the altar`
> >>      and see who had come to pray.
> >>
> >>     Just then the back door opened,
> >>     a man came down the aisle,
> >>     The minister frowned as he saw the man
> >>     hadn't shaved in a while.
> >>
> >>      His shirt was kinda shabby and
> >>      his coat was worn and frayed.
> >>      The man knelt, he bowed his head,
> >>      then rose and walked away.
> >>
> >>      In the days that followed,
> >>      each noon time came this chap,
> >>      Each time he knelt just for a moment,
> >>      a lunch pail in his lap.
> >>
> >>      Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
> >>      with robbery a main fear,
> >>      He decided to stop the man and ask him,
> >>      "What are you doing here?"
> >>
> >>    The old man said, he worked down the road.
> >>    Lunch was half an hour.
> >>     Lunchtime was his prayer time,
> >>     for finding strength and power.
> >>
> >>   "I stay only moments, see,
> >>     because the factory is so far away;
> >>     As I kneel here talking to the Lord,
> >>     this is kinda what I say:
> >>
> >>     "I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
> >>      HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN
> >>      SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
> >>      AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
> >>
> >>     DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
> >>     BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
> >>     SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN."
> >>
> >>      The minister feeling foolish,
> >>      told Jim, that was fine.
> >>     He told the man he was welcome to come
> >>      and pray just anytime.
> >>
> >>     Time to go, Jim smiled, said "Thanks."
> >>     He hurried to the door.
> >>     The minister knelt at the alter,
> >>      he'd never done it before.
> >>
> >>     His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
> >>     and met with Jesus there.
> >>     As the tears flowed, in his heart,
> >>      he repeated old Jim's prayer:
> >>
> >>      "I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
> >>      HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
> >>      SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
> >>      AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
> >>
> >>      I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
> >>      BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
> >>      SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN."
> >>
> >>      Past noon one day, the minister noticed
> >>      that old Jim hadn't come.
> >>      As more days passed without Jim,
> >>      he began to worry some.
> >>
> >>      At the factory, he asked about him,
> >>      learning he was ill.
> >>     The hospital staff was worried,
> >>      but he'd given them a thrill.
> >>
> >>     The week that Jim was with them,
> >>      brought changes in the ward.
> >>      His smiles, a joy contagious.
> >>      Changed people, were his reward.
> >>
> >>      The head nurse couldn't understand
> >>      why Jim was so glad,
> >>       When no flowers, calls or cards came,
> >>       not a visitor he had.
> >>
> >>       The minister stayed by his bed,
> >>       he voiced the nurse's concern:
> >>       No friends came to show they cared.
> >>       He had nowhere to turn.
> >>
> >>       Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up
> >>       and with a winsome smile;
> >>       "The nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
> >>       that in here all the while
> >>
> >>      Everyday at noon He's here,
> >>      a dear friend of mine, you see,
> >>     He sits right down, takes my hand,
> >>     leans over and says to me:
> >>
> >>     "I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
> >>       HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
> >>       SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
> >>       AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
> >>
> >>       ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
> >>       I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
> >>       AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN."
> >>
> >>       If this blesses you, pass it on...
> >>
> >>      Don't expect a great day; make one.
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >