THE FRONT ROWS
THE EASY ROAD The easy roads are crowded, And the level roads are jammed; The pleasant little rivers With the drifting folks are crammed, m But off yonder where it's rocky Where you get a better view, You will find the ranks are thining And the travellers are few. Where the going's slow and pleasant f You will always find the throng, For the many, more's the pity, Seem to like to drift along; But the steps that call for courage, I And the task that's hard to do, FEAR NOT Child of love, fear not the unknown 1 morrow, Dread not the new demand life makes 1 of thee; Thine ignorance doth hold no cause 1 for sorrow Since what thou knowest not is known 1 to Me. Thou cans't not see today the hidden | meaning Of M y command, but thou the light j shall gain; Walk on in faith, upon my promise 1 leaning, And as thou goest all shall be made | plain. One step thou seest; then go forward 1 boldly; One step is far enough for faith to 1 see; Take that, and thy next duty shall be 1 told thee, For step by step thy Lord is leading | thee. Wherefore 1 will gladly to the task 1 assign thee, Having M y promise, needing nothing 1 more Than just to know, where ere the 1 future find thee, In all thy journeyings, 1 go before. I In the end results in glory For the never-wavering few.
1 often wonder why it is When ever Christians meet, They never seem to have much faith In any front row seat; 1 just don't know the reason why, Unless they're filled with fear, A nd think the safest place in church Is sitting at the rear. It seems that somewhere down the line These front rows went astray, Or else they're for those "sp irit" folks W ho always stay away; They stand alone here week by week, 1 guess they wonder why; If you were slighted like these seats, You'd break right down and cry. Those back seats really need a rest, They've done more than their share, The load that they've been carrying, Isn't really fair; They never murmur nor complain, They know it isn't right; But 1 wouldn't be a bit surprised, If they collapsed some night. Now tell me, friend, how would you feel When you with others meet, And they gave you the same treatment You gave this front row seat? It isn't fair and that you know, So let's be kind and true, And when you go to church again Sit in a front row pew. — Walt Huntley TRUE FAITH The faith of the Christian is simple and sweet Yet it's precious, more precious than gold. It's faith in the Saviour that makes us complete A nd that opens the door to the fold. The faith of the Christian is hard to explain, It is not smelled, tasted, or felt, seen or heard, Enduring through ages its soul shall remain, It's eternal, for it's built on the Word.
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