Tasha Tudor has inspired a Lovely style
of "Goose Egg" decorating!
Mrs. BUTTERCUP donated many eggs this Spring...
Come and see what we did with them!
Sometimes you just happen upon a "nugget" Treasure
that just seems sent by the Lord Himself!!!
This "tiny" book is such a Treasure,
from a Church Bazaar for a "tiny" Ten cents!
Rev. Simon Peter Long penned this book in 1902,
and it has been a most life changing look at the
last WORDS of
JESUS on the CROSS
Father (Owen) Mousiekin gently
reads The Wounded Word
to his Family as they paint
"Tic Tacs" for the Resurrection Sunday Celebration!
"O bleeding Head and wounded,
And full of pain and scorn,
In mockery surrounded
With cruel crown of thorn!
O Head before adorned
With grace and majesty,
Insulted now and scorned,
All hail I bid Thee."
"Stricken, smitten and afflicted,'
see Him dying on a tree!
'Tis the Christ , by man rejected;
Yes my soul 'tis He 'tis He!
'Tis the long expected Prophet,
David's Son yet David's Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it;
'Tis the true and faithful Word."
"When on the cross the Savior hung
And that sore load that on Him weighed
With bitter pangs His nature wrung,
Seven words amid His pain He said;
O let them well to heart be laid!"
"Father forgive these men,' He spake,
'for lo! they know not what they do;
Nor of my suff'rings vengence take!'
And when we sin in weakness, too,
For us, dear Lord, this prayer renew."
"In my hands no price I bring;
Simply to Thy cross I cling.
Here Lord, I give myself away-
'Tis all that I could do."
"He thought upon the thief and said,
'Thou shat behold my Paradise,
With me ere yet this day be fled.
Lord see us, too, with pitying eyes,
And raise us from our miseries."
"His mother stood beside Him there;
'Behold thy son! And let her find
A son O John in thy care.'
Lord care for those we leave behind,
Nor let the world prove all unkind!"
"Again , 'My God, My God,' He cried,
Thou art forsaken at this tide,
'To win acceptance, Lord, for us;
O comfort deep and marvelous!"
"Once more He saith; ' I thirst !'
O Prince of Life! that we might be
Rescued from death, Thou dar'st the worst.
So dost Thou long to set us free;
Not fruitless be that thirst in Thee!"
S. P. Long
(from The Wounded Word)
worlds may be, the Word is older. (then quoting John 1:3
he goes on to say): "As we approach Calvary's Hill, let us
not forget that Jesus created the hills, and that "God
thy Mighty Maker died" and "the Word was made Flesh"
.... Rev S.P. Long 1902
Luke 23:34"What a revelation! By the prayer the Wounded Word tells us
Who He is and what He is and what we should be."
Rev S. P. Long
|Rev Simon Peter Long 1860-?|
(and wife Clara)
THE SEVEN WORDS ON THE CROSS
The hammer falls, the nails are driven,
They slay the Lord of earth and heaven,
They nail His body to the cross
They cast the lot about His cloths.
The wicked nails His sinews cleave
Beneath the hammer's blow,
But listen; "Father ; them forgive,
They know not what they do."
The deed is done, He hangs between
the mailfactors with Him slain,
And scoffing parts polluted lips,
While penitence the other steeps
I Jesus' blood,Who with him dies
And says; " I say to thee,
To-day with Me in Paradise
Thou verily shalt be."
Mourning weeping multitude
There at the cross of Jesus stood
The Savior's mother, bent with grief
And trembling as an aspen-leaf,
And the other mourners standing near,
The Savior saysto John,
" Behold thy mother," and to her,
"O women behold thy son!"
Deepdarkness wraps the golden ray
In gastly night at noon of day
And spreads a gloom upon the world,
The shroud of nature seems unfurled,
When now the loud and anguished cry
Rises from the accursed tree;
"My God, my God, O why, O why
Hast Thou forsaken me!"
The seers' visions soon fulfilled,
The wrath of God will soon be stilled
Ans all the world be washen clean
From all the grime of wrong and sin.
The final hour is drawing nigh,
And soon the Lamb accursed
Is free. But hark; another cry
Of misery; " I thirst."
A sour drink it was, indeed,
Within the spounge upon the reed
That quenched the thirst of holy lips
Of Him, who all in goodness steeps
The spotless Lamb of sacrifice
Is slain, the High-priest sees
Deliverence coming from skies;
" 'Tis finished," He decrees.
The vale of death it's somber shades
Before the tortered Savior spreads
And down His head He fainting bends
And up His dying prayer, that upward flies;
"In Thy hands, Father, I commend
My spirit." He dies He dies.
F. W. Abicht
(Taken from the Wounded Word) 1902
He is not here: for he is risen,
as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.
OWEN (Father Mousiekin)
"The Wounded Word"
by: Rev S.P. Long
|The Mousiekin Family say:|
"A family that PRAYS together
Do You Know JESUS?
Read more here:http://www.proverbs31.org/doyouknowJesus/doYouKnowJesus.php
|The Mouskin Family says:|
"HAPPY RESURRECTION DAY"!!!!!
With LOVE to MARQUETA!!!