The Bible has the best answers for every question of life. – Vitusowen Susngi
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Guilt/Shame
Talk of God
Begin to talk less of other people and talk more of GOD. – Bright Eromonsele
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I’d rather see a sermon
I’d rather see a sermon than hear one any day. – Darryl T. Smith
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To know Christ
To know Christ, the Living Word, is to love the Bible, the written Word. -Darryl T. Smith
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God’s peace transcends
When others simply cannot comprehend our sense of peace – remember, it is because God’s peace transcends all understanding. Often times, even our own. -Corey D. Adney
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My sin is nailed to the cross
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! – Horatio Spafford
Original Song Lyrics by Horatio Spafford
(When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know or saya
It is well, it is well, with my soul.)
Refrain:
It is well, (it is well),
With my soul, (with my soul)
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
A song in the night, oh my soul!
