been born of God into the kingdom, that hath not the Son of God hath into a new life which is eternal. “He not life, but the wrath of God abideth that hath the Son hath life, but he on him.”
MY MOTHER'S PRAYERS Among the treasured pictures That I’ve hung on memory's wall, There’s one that's clearer than the rest And sweeter far than all. ’Tis a picture of my mother When I, a little chap, Was folded in her loving arms, To slumber on her lap; I felt her hand caress my head, I heard her softly say, “Dear Jesus, take this little life, And use it every day.”
There must have been a mighty wake Behind that simple prayer, For- through the seasons, year on year, The picture lingers there, And whether I’m on hill or plain Or on the deep blue sea, The memory of that sacred scene. Forever comforts me; Among the treasured pictures That I’ve hung on memory’s wall, My mother’s supplication Is the sweetest one of all.
Biola faculty members utilize the finest in teaching aids and equipment. With the use of the overhead projector, Israel Carmona, Assistant Professor in History, instructs a class in the History of Western Civilization. 10
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