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FIRST GIVING HONOR TO GOD WHO IS THE HEAD OF MY LIFE. I WOULD LIKE TO GREET ALL WHO ENTER MY PAGE IN THE NAME OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST. MY NAME IS DEBORAH AND I RESIDE IN UNION COUNTY; NEW JERSEY. I PRAY THAT MY PAGE IS A BLESSING TO ALL WHO PASS THROUGH.
REMAIN BLESSED

"SOUND THE ALARM"

Blow the trumpet in Zion, sound the great alarm
Souls are out there dying, protect them from all harm
Warn them of the coming danger, if they don’t in fact know Christ
Tell them in a loving way, be gentle, be kind, be nice
They already know they’re in a mess, that something somewhere is wrong
What they need is for you to tell them, how in Christ they can be strong
Tell them Christ is soon to come to snatch away His Bride
Let them know time’s running out, there’ll be no place to hide
If they climb up to the highest mountain, to run away from God
He’ll simply command and dispatch His angel
He’ll be waiting right there on guard
Sound the Alarm, loud and clear, let your voice be heard
Don’t worry about their faces, just give them the spoken word
Point them straight to Calvery, to what happened at the cross
Tell them if they don’t repent, they truly will be lost
Let them know that HELL is real, that life is not a game
If they don’t make some quick decisions, they’ll be responsible for the blame
Sound the Alarm, loud and clear, where ever you may be
Let your life be a living testimony, so this dying world may see
Let them see the Christ IN YOU, shining Oh so bright
Draw them straight into your presence, so they can meet the one TRUE light
Sound the Alarm before it’s too late, and there is no more time
Sound the Alarm loud and clear for those who are so dear
HIS PEOPLE!!!!!!!

"THIS IS THE DAY THAT THE LORD HAVE MADE...LET US REJOICE AND BE GLAD IN IT!!!

"God`s Chair"

A man`s daughter had asked the local pastor to come and pray with her father. When the pastor arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows and an empty chair beside his bed. The pastor assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit. "I guess you were expecting me," he said. "No, who are you?" "I`m the new associate at your local church," the pastor replied. "When I saw the empty chair, I figured you knew I was going to show up." "Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the door?" Puzzled, the pastor shut the door. "I've never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it always went right over my head. I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day about four years ago my best friend said to me, 'Joe, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. Here's what I suggest: Sit down on a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, 'I'll be with you always. 'Then just speak to him and listen in the same way you're doing with me right now.' So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful, though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either a nervous breakdown or send me to off to the funny farm." The pastor was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old guy to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, and returned to the church. Two nights later the daughter called to tell the pastor that her daddy had died that afternoon. "Did he seem to die in peace?" he asked. "Yes, when I left the house around two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me one of his corny jokes, and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something strange, in fact, beyond strange-really weird. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on a chair beside the bed."
--author unknown

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