October 26, 1958

We cannot sin and Christians be,

Christ makes this very plain;

A good tree bears only good fruit,

The Savior thus proclaimed.

He that sins is of the devil,

The good Book thus declares;

Let us be done with every sin,

And heaven's blessings share.

The sinner cannot bear fruit,

Of love, joy, peace, and rest;

Nor can the Christian bear the fruit,

Of sin and pass the test.

We cannot sit at God's table,

Enjoy his wholesome fare;

And partake of the devil's food,

This cannot be my dear.

Why dwell in sin's quagmire, my friend,

Since we may be set free;

From sin and be made pure within,

By Christ of Galilee.

The devil seeks your soul to damn,

The good from you he'd sieve;

And leave for you only the chaff,

By which he'd have you live.
~ J. J. Davis ~

October 23, 1958

Study to show thyself approved,

Hide God's Word within;

That you might be well fortified,

To overcome all sin.

The devil is so very wise,

He seeks your soul to sieve;

Sieve out the good, leave only chaff,

By which he'd have you live.

Study to show thyself approved,

Lay hands upon the Sword;

And strike the enemy with force,

Say: "Thus saith the Lord."

Thus is the way our Savior did,

Upon the battlefield;

And thus He gained the victory,

To sin He did not yield.

Study to show thyself approved,

Be strong, quit you like men;

Yea, memorize His promises,

And hide them deep within.

And when the shadows lengthen long,

Your earthly course is run;

A thrill shall be awaiting you,

When God shall say: "Well done."

~ J. J. Davis ~

October 22, 1958

The early church went forth with love,

God's message to proclaim;

They sought to win the lost to Christ,

Sought not for worldly fame. 

Prayer and fasting. played a great part.

In sending forth the Two;

Great ambassadors of Christ,

For both Gentile and Jew.

Paul and Barnabas, men of God,

Behaved themselves like men;

Crowned with success, their journey was,

Rescuing men from sin.

The challenge still remains today,

The world our parish be;

Let us go forth proclaim good news,

The news of Calvary.

Christ will be with us, 'tis proclaimed,

In God's good Book Divine;

Let us go forth as He commands,

And pour the oil and wine;

To heal the many hurts which sin,

Inflicts upon this world;

Let us go forth with courage now,

his love banner unfurl.

~ J. J. Davis ~

October 21, 1958

Dedicated to the Bishop and Mrs. Paul E. Martin.

By faith we rise to noble heights,

Of purity and love;

By faith we lay our treasures where,

They should be, up above.

By faith we live a life that's pure,

By faith we comprehend;

The will of God, which teaches us,

To quit ourselves like men.

By faith we pour the oil and wine,

Good neighbors try to be;

By faith we strive to be like Christ,

The Lamb of Cavalry.

How wonderful, how beautiful,

The whole of life, my friend;

When you and I have learned by faith,

To overcome all sin.

The storms and floods of life may come,

They come unto us all;

By faith we build upon the Rock,

So that we may not fall.

And when the silver cord shall loose,

The golden bowl shall break;

If we have been faithful to God,

He then our souls shall take.

~ J. J. Davis ~

October 20, 1958

Photo by: Vinson Mouser

Heavens declare God's righteousness,

People his glory see;

Confounded be all they that serve,

Graven idols that be. 

God is a Spirit, true and great,

And we should worship Him;

In the beauty of holiness,

More beautiful than gems.

Ye that love the Lord hate evil,

Be done with every sin;

Yea, walk in all of heaven's light,

Be pure without, within.

Rejouice in the Lord, ye righteous,

Let not your heart be sad;

Joy is our strength, so we are told,

In God let us be glad.

God is a Spirit true and great,

And like Him we are made;

And by His grace we hope to make,

A final passing grade.

Wrestless are we, apart from Him,

The True and Living God;

But in his keeping, we all find,

Great comfort from His rod.

~ J. J. Davis ~

October 19, 1958

The winds may blow with the mighty force,

The floods may come and go;

But building on the solid Rock,

We have no fears, you know.

The Rock upon which now we build,

Is Christ the Son of God;

In Him we have security,

And comfort from his rod.

The storms of life come to us all,

And those who build on sand;

Fail to survive the mighty test,

They hold not to God's hand;

But those who build upon the Rock,

Who for the right do stand;

Survive the test, defy the storms,

Holding to God's own hand.

Were we to try to stand alone,

How foolish it would be;

But when we take our stand with God,

It gives security.

The storms may come, the floods may roll,

The lightning flash with speed;

But we are safe while trusting God,

Who meets our daily need.

~ J. J. Davis ~

October 18, 1958

Photo by: Vinson Mouser

We build together, God and I,

He is the Architect ;

I try to follow His design, 

No part of it neglect.

He teaches me to build on Rock,

The Rock of Ages True;

He keeps me by His love Divine,

Purer than morning dew.

The building which we build, you know,

Unseen by eyes of men;

Is the immortal soul which is,

Destined to have no end.

God does His part so perfectly,

And if I really try;

The soul shall be so beautiful,

And never, never die.

The building materials are,

More precious that pure gold;

For love, truth, grace and purity,

Are things which build the soul.

We build together, God and I,

And what a blessed thought;

To build according to God's will,

Behold what God has wrought. 
~ J. J. Davis ~

October 17, 1958

Let others praise thee, not thy lips,

For self praise is so vain;

The Holy Bible teaches this, 

And makes it very plain.

Yea, he that speaketh of himself,

Is seeking his own praise;

But he that speaketh of the Lord,

In pastures green doth graze.

O clothe us Lord, we humbly pray,

With Thy humility;

And may it be, not for a day,

But for eternity.

Christ must increase, I must decrease,

Said John of long ago;

And that should be our attitude,

As through this life we go.

The route to exultation is,

Humility, my friend;

The route to be abased is pride,

Which is a dreadful sin.

Come, let us strive to ever be,

Humble in everything;

For such conduct, shall indeed,

Glorify Christ our King.
~J.J. Davis~

October 15,1958

 

Photo by: Vinson Mouser

Where hast thou gleaned? Come tell me please,

And I shall understand;

Whether you build upon the Rock,

or build upon the sand.

Yea, did you glean the fields of love,

With God close by your side;

And was the Holy Ghost within,

Your soul to be your guide?

There are so many lovely fields, In which to glean today,

The fields of peace, truth, purity,

Rich dividends to pay.

When gleaning in these precious fields,

Our souls and minds are blest;

Why should we glean in fields of lust,

When we may glean the best?

Some glean in fields of hate and greed,

Of pride and bitterness;

They do not know the beauty of,

God's blessed righteousness.

Where hast thou gleaned? Come tell me please

And I shall understand;

Whether you build upon the Rock,

Or build upon the sand.

 ~ J.J Davis ~