December 28, 1958

Our hope in Christ reaches beyond,

This present life, my dear;

It reaches into the beyond,

Where never comes a tear.

How beautiful and glorious,

The whole of life can be;

Both in this world and that beyond,

When from all sin we're free.

The sting of death is sin, we're told,

Therefore, let us be done;

With every sin by grace Divine,

By help from God's own son.

Yea, precious in the sight of God,

The death of saintly souls;

Tis wonderful to have said faith,

In facing this said role.

We know not what the future holds,

But this one thing we know;

He holds the future in His hand,

On us His love bestows.

In life or death, what e're may be,

He will our souls defend;

If unto Him we yield our all,

On Him daily depend.

~ J. J. Davis ~

December 22, 1958

Photo by Lucrecia Mouser

Put on your shoes, put on your hat,

A new year is at hand;

Let us be diligent to build,

Upon the Rock, not sand.

The things we say, the things we do,

Shall be a part, you know;

Of the record which we shall make,

As through this year we go.

God has a blueprint for each life,

He plans great things for us;

Let us with earnest prayer, strive hard,

To make His will a must.

Sometimes the clouds may darkened be,

And hang so very low;

But still the sun doth brightly shine,

Above the clouds, you know.

The fruit of love, and joy and peace,

Let us bear day by day;

And by the grace and help of God,

Travel the narrow way.

And should we live throughout this year,

O, may the record be;

In keeping with the will of Christ,

Who died on Calvary.

~ J. J. Davis ~

December 19, 1958

Photo by: Vinson Mouser

So teach us Lord, our days to use,

To glorify Thy name;

Help us to play the role of life,

As wise men play the game.

Help us to be purer than dew,

And whiter than the snow;

To manifest Thy love Divine,

As through this life we go.

May our delight be found in Thee,

The Bright and Morning Star;

Help us to play the Christian role,

And make a perfect par.

Help us to bear the fruit of love,

And that of gentleness;

And worship Thee in the beauty,

Beauty of Holiness.

The fruit of peace and joy and hope,

And that of meekness too;

Yea, we would bear in all we say,

And in that which we do.

Yea in the hollow of Thy hand,

Keep us Eternal God;

And may we feel the comfort of.

Thy blessed staff and rod.

~ J. J. Davis ~

God's Call

Here am I Lord, send Bill,

He's better prepared, with greater skill.

I love you Lord, you know -

If you can't get Bill, then get Joe.

I appreciate, Lord, your calling me,

But I'm very busy, as you can see;

So Bill and Joe or maybe Bob

Will have to do this needy job.

When I catch up and have time to spare,

I'll work for you Lord, if the weather is fair.

Now, Good God, don't feel too bad;

I learned this lesson from my dad!

My dad was a good man you know;

Willing to let Tom, Bill, and Joe do the 

things you asked of him-

My daddy you know was a precious gem!

When I call, Lord, on thee;

To do something just for me;

Please, Good God, forget the past 

and come immediately when I ask!

~ J. J. Davis ~

December 9, 1958

And there were shepherds in the field,

Keeping watch o'er their sheep;

And, lo, the angel of the Lord,

To them softly did speak.

The angel told them of the birth,

Of Jesus Christ the Lamb;

The Son of the Eternal God,

The Blessed Great I Am.

A multitude of angels came,

Proclaiming glory be;

Glory to God in the highest,

Good will toward you and me.

With joy the shepherds went to see,

That which had come to pass;

They found the babe in Bethlehem,

A manger held Him fast.

After that the shepherds returned,

With hearts so full of joy;

 They told their story here and there,

Of this sweet baby boy.

We, too, rejoice to know of him,

God's gift to fallen men;

The Prince of Peace, the One Divine,

Who saves us from our sins.

~J. J. Davis~

December 9, 1958

Dedicated to Clint Mouser

A little sparrow falleth not,

Unnoticed by the Lord;

Of greater value are we Clint,

According to God's Word.

God's care for us is very great,

He knows our every need;

He leads beside the waters still,

In pastures green he feeds.

Sometimes the sun so brightly shines,

And life seems very sweet;

Sometimes the clouds are hanging low,

And life meets with defeat.

'Tis then we need the Savior, Clint,

To help us on the way;

To make our lives so beautiful,

As pass the fleeting day.

Come let us put our trust in Him,

The Bright and Morning Star;

'Tis He who gives us wisdom here,

To make Life's perfect par.

Life can be sweet and beautiful,

When God is in control;

Of every word, and every deed,

Of body, mind and soul.

~J. J. Davis~

December 8, 1958

Photo by: Lucrecia Mouser

I know that my Redeemer lives,

He sits upon his throne;

He rules in all His Universe,

Loves and cares for His own.

A little sparrow falleth not,

Unnoticed by the Lord;

Of greater value are we here,

Declares His Holy Word.

I know some day I shall behold,

My Master face to face;

And there shall know as I am known,

Redeemed by heaven's grace.

The sun is now far in the West,

My course is almost run;

I long to hear my Master say:

My child, my child, well done.

Till He shall call, I want to be, 

A bright and shining light;

I want my every thought and deed,

T be right in his sight.

I know that my Redeemer lives,

He is so good to me;

He saves and sanctifies my soul,

And gives me victory.

~J. J. Davis~

December 10, 1958

Born of a virgin, sweet and mild,

The very God and man;

The Savior of the lost, lost world,

According to God's plan.

Born in an ox stall, we are told,

A manger cradled him;

Who later wore a seamless robe,

A robe without a hem.

Sweet is the story often told,

Of Jesus Christ the Lamb;

The Son of the Eternal God,

The Mighty Great I Am.

The angel told the sheperds that,

A Savior had been born;

And lo they found the babe that night,

Before the dawn of morn.

God gave the best He had for us,

What shall we give to Him?

We may not have silver or gold,

Or that of precious gems;

But we can give to Him our love,

Our body, soul and mind;

And in so giving we shall then,

Great peace and comfort find.

~J. J. Davis~

December 10, 1958

Photo by: Vinson Mouser

For unto us a child is born,

A gift of Love Divine;

The greatest gift in all the world,

To heal the soul and mind.

The government shall be on Him,

His shoulder thus must bear;

He loves us with such tender love,

And for our souls doth care.

His name shall be called wonderful,

The Prince of Peace is He;

And for salvation's plan He died,

Upon Mount Cavalry.

 His name shall be called Counsellor,

A mighty God is He;

The Everlasting Father, too,

For you, my friend and me.

The increase of His government,

And peace shall be no end;

His life is pure and Holy,

In Him we find no sin.

How beautiful the whole of life,

Becomes when we thus yield;

Our all unto this blessed Christ,

And do His holy will. 

~J. J. Davis~

November 16, 1958

There is a way, and in that way,

A way of holiness;

And all who travel on this way,

Enjoy great happiness.

The carnal mind has no control,

Over the sanctified;

For they have been cleansed from all sin,

The old man in them died.

How wonderful to be set free,

To be made pure within;

To have God's glory in the soul,

And triumph over sin.

Christ Jesus prayed that you and I,

Might be united here;

Might have His perfect love within,

To save us from all fear.

Keep thyself pure, if you would be,

A bright and shinning light;

To glorify the King of kings,

Who dwells where comes no night.

Worship the Lord in the beauty,

Beauty of holiness;

For is so doing you shall find,

The soul is richly blessed.

~J. J. Davis~

November 15, 1958

And now abideth faith, hope, love,

To strengthen us within;

That we might gain the victory,

Victory o'er all sin.

Why dwell in Egypt's bondage here,

Since we may be set free;

And dwell in Canaan's promised land,

Enjoying liberty?

The devil seeks our souls to sieve,

Leaving only the chaff;

By which he'd have us daily live,

Expressing lust and wrath. 

God seeks our souls to purify,

To give to us His best;

By which to live day after day,

Enjoying peace and rest.

Free moral agents are we here,

We choose which way to go;

One choice gives life, the other death,

To mortals here below.

Come let us choose the better part,

As Mary did of old;

For such a choice refinement gives,

To body, mind and soul.

~J. J. Davis~

November 25, 1958

I've been redeemed, I've been redeemed,

All glory to the Lamb;

'Tis wonderful to be made pure,

Like God, the Great I am.

Outside the gate, my Savior died,

That I might be made whole;

Redeeming grace has done so much,

For body, mind, and soul.

Wounded was He for you and me,

That we might be set free;

Free from our many sins, you know,

And from carnality.

I've been redeemed, how wonderful,

His love my soul doth thrill;

It is a joy, indeed to know,

And do his blessed will.

How wonderful to walk with Him,

The Bright and Morning Star;

And do our best to make in life,

For Him a perfect par.

And when the shadows lenghten long,

The sun sets in the West;

I trust that I shall have been true,

And pass the final test.

~J. J. Davis~

November 24, 1958

Photo by: Lucrecia Mouser

By faith we run the Christian race,

We bear the fruit of love;

By faith we lay our treasures where,

They should be, up above.

By faith we seek and find the lost,

And bring them to the Lord;

And try to help them to become,

With Him of one accord.

By faith we overcome all sin,

We pour the oil and wine;

To heal the many hurts which sin,

Inflicts upon mankind.

By faith we consecrate our all,

Unto the living god;

Who comforts with his blessed staff,

And with His Holy rod.

By faith we bear the fruit of joy,

Also the fruit of peace;

By faith our souls are sanctified,

That we might bear increase.

And when our mundane course is run,

The battles we have fought;

By faith we then shall go to God;

Behold what He has wrought.

~J. J. Davis~

November 23, 1958

I know a little bird which hums,

Its melody so sweet;

Throughout the day the little bird, 

And flowers often meet.

O, what a lesson we may learn,

yea, from this humming bird;

We, too, should seek the nectar rare,

And hide God's holy word;

Deep down within the inner life,

To help us shun the wrong;

To help us quit ourselves like men,

That we might be real strong.

And to the ant we may resort,

And there a lesson find;

Concerning preperation, dear,

Throughout the summer time.

And to the lilies let us go,

Behold their beauty rare;

And there a lesson we shall learn,

About our Father's care.

And best of all, we, too, may sit,

As Mary did of old;

Close by the Master's feet while here,

Learn truths to bless the soul.

~J. J. Davis~