Born Again - February 7, 1956

Ye must be born the second time,

In order to enjoy;

Sweet fellowship with Christ the Lamb,

Who left heaven's employ;

And came to earth that we might have,

Redemption from all sin;

And thus we learn from God's good Book,

We must be born again.

No culture can suffice, my dear,

We must be born again;

That is God's plan and only one,

To save us from our sin.

The first born is a water birth,

Important, yes, indeed;

But still we need the Spirit's birth,

If we would heaven see.

By God's Spirit are we baptized,

Into the Christian life;

And by God's Spirit we thus gain,

Victory over strife.

And when the silver cord shall loose,

If faithful to the end;

Our souls shall leap with joy, my dear,

That we were born again.

~ J. J. Davis ~

Faith, Hope and Love - February 6, 1956

Photo by: Clint Mouser / Editing by: Lucrecia Mouser

"Now abideth faith, hope and love,"

But greatest of them all;

Is love, for God is love, you know,

He saves us from the fall.

O, faith, how wonderful thy works,

By faith we understand;

By faith great miracles are wrought,

As was in Canaan's land.

O, blessed hope, what would we do,

Without thy blessed aid?

When things seem dark and very blue,

You brighten up the day.

Yet greater is love, we are told,

And love shall never fail;

The floods may come, the winds may blow,

With mighty, mighty gales.

But love shall stand majesticly,

What e'er may be the test;

And now abides faith, hope and love,

But love is always best.

O, blessed love, our souls refresh,

Yea, make us pure and good;

Teach us how, by faith, hope and love,

To build a brotherhood.

~ J. J. Davis ~

No Sword Nor Spear - February 5, 1956

Photo by: Vinson Mouser

What can we say, what can we do,

To beat the swords and spears;

Into pruning hooks to bless,

And also to plowshares?

I think I know what we can do,

To help God in this fight;

We can abhor all evil here,

And walk in heaven's light.

 

A little love and kindness here,

A soul filled with good will;

Will help to turn the tide for good,

God's holy will fulfill.

No sword nor spear can find a place,

Where love is in control;

But plowshares and the pruning hook,

Can play a noble role.

 

Sin is the thing that causes man,

To use the sword and spear;

Therefore let us be diligent,

All sin to conquer here;

And when this task shall have been done,

Then swords and spears shall be;

Converted into instruments,

To bless humanity.

~ J. J. Davis ~

God's Power is Unlimited - February 4, 1956

Photo by: Kaia & Lucrecia Mouser

Come let us seek to understand,

The power of our God;

Who comforts all His children here,

With His staff and His rod.

He is a Shepherd kind and good,

And in the pastures green;

He feeds His sheep and waters them,

Within the quiet streams.

He makes our cups to overflow,

With joy, all glory be;

Unto the mighty God on high,

The One, expressed in Three.

God's power is unlimited,

And omniscient is He;

No need for us to live in sin,

For He can set us free.

Not only can He set us free,

But He can keep us dear;

From falling into sin's quagmire,

Where lust and greed appear.

God is the Husbandman we're told,

He purgeth everyone;

Who bears the fruit of love and joy,

Within His only Son.

~  J. J. Davis ~

All Who Wait Upon the Lord - February 3, 1956

Photo by: Lucrecia Mouser

Yea, all who wait upon the Lord,

Shall mount as eagles high;

Shall run and not be weary,

Shall feel God always nigh.

Their strength shall be renewed each day,

Their cup shall overflow;

And daily they shall be my friend,

A blessing here below.

To wait upon the Lord, aright,

Shall strength and wisdom give;

And furthermore it shall indeed,

Help us to nobly live.

The more we wait upon the Lord,

The better is our chance;

To overcome all evil here,

Our souls to bless, enhance.

Yea, all who wait upon the Lord,

Shall bear the fruit of love;

And furthermore shall gentle be,

As gentle as a dove.

And when the silver cord shall loose,

The golden bowl shall break;

No fears shall haunt our souls, my dear,

For God our souls shall take.

~ J. J. Davis ~

Heaven's Roll - February 2, 1956

They played the fool as many do,

They made a god of gold;

Their names were blotted out, we're told,

From heaven's record roll.

Sometimes the record which we keep,

Is not like heaven's Book;

For oft a man's name may appear,

Who is naught but a crook.

God's record is the one that counts,

For only those we're told;

Can enter through the pearly gates,

Whose names are on His roll.

God is the same, He changeth not,

Our names cannot appear;

Upon His Book if we endulge,

In sin while we are here.

Unto a woman deep in sin,

A message was conveighed;

Yea, "Go and sin no more," said He,

That is the only way;

That you and I can be secure,

Can know beyond a doubt;

Our names are written on God's Book,

And are not blotted out.

~ J. J. Davis ~

A Little Heaven Here - February 1, 1956

Photo by: Lucrecia Mouser

God planned that mother's arms should bear,

Her babe close to her breast;

And furthermore He planned that dad,

The little one would bless.

How great the tie to bind the home,

In blessed unity;

Great is the home of oneness here,

Where there is purity.

God planned that home should ever be,

A little heaven here;

Where peace and love would dominate,

And rule in every sphere.

Behold Christ stands at every door,

And seeks each home to bless;

And when a home is built by Him,

It stands each rugged test.

A little heaven here on earth,

That is the Father's plan;

And such shall be if we but build,

On Rock and not on sand.

A little heaven here on earth,

O, what a blessed thought;

And such can be our lot while here,

If home in God is wrought.

~ J. J. Davis ~

God's Plan - January 31, 1956

Some things we may not understand,

But this one thing is clear;

We reap the things which we have sown,

In joy or bitter tears.

God made us good, just like Himself,

And planned that we should sow;

His righteousness day after day,

That nobly we should grow.

We failed the Lord in His good plan,

Forbidden fruit we ate;

And thus the penalty of death,

Became our final fate.

God loved us with such tender love,

A council thus was called;

And in the council plans were made,

To save us from the fall.

In brief the story may be told,

God gave His only Son;

That man might have a second chance,

The race of life to run.

Not as a fool to lose his soul, 

But as a soldier brave;

Believing in the Son of God,

By whom we now are saved.

~ J. J. Davis ~

How Wonderful to be Alive - January 30, 1956

Photo by: Lucrecia Mouser

How wonderful to be alive, 

And in good favor dear;

With the Eternal One above,

To feel Him ever near.

We cannot conquer sin alone,

We must have help from Him;

Who wore a robe, a seamless robe,

A robe without a hem.

When God controls our every mood,

And warms our souls with love;

It beautifies the soul and makes,

It gentle as a dove.

How wonderful, how glorious,

The Christian way of life;

It is so pure and noble, too,

So free from every strife.

How wonderful to be alive,

To know that all is well;

With the immortal soul, my dear,

No tongue can fully tell;

The glory of a conscience free,

So free from every guilt;

Made possible by Gods own Son,

 Whose blood was freely spilt.

~ J. J. Davis ~

I want to... - January 29, 1956

I want so much to walk with Him,

His fellowship enjoy;

To feel His presence ever near,

My all for Him employ.

I want to feel His blessed touch,

And humble always be;

I want to love and glorify,

The Christ of Galilee.

I want to always use my pen.

To magnify the good;

To help, perchance in some small way,

To build a brotherhood.

I want to think the lovely thoughts,

To help me to be strong;

I want to build good character,

And always shun the wrong.

I want to show myself a friend,

Be kind to everyone;

I want to live each day while here,

That when life's course is run;

The angels may my soul return,

Back to my Maker, dear;

And there I want to dwell with Him,

Where never comes a tear.

~ J. J. Davis ~

Choice - January 29, 1956

The devil now is on the march,

To find some soul to blight;

His march continues day by day,

And throughout all the night.

The King of kings also my dear,

Upon His white horse rides;

To spread the gospel, pure and good,

Of God who satisfies.

Man is a creature who may choose,

Which master to adore;

And when his choice shall have been made,

He then begins his score.

If righteousness shall be his lot,

Like leaven he will find;

A lift to boost the whole of life,

The body, soul and mind.

If sin shall be his choice, my dear,

Then unto him be woe;

For it is true that he shall reap,

The things which he shall sow.

And when he comes to cross the bar.

How dark and dreary then;

For he shall be forever damned,

His final score in sin.

~ J. J. Davis ~

God Makes Us Good - January 28, 1956

No one is good apart from God,

For sin has brought us low;

And there is none good, no not one,

The Bible tells us so;

But when we come with humble hearts,

Repent of all our sins;

It makes a difference you know,

God makes us good within.

"A good man's steps" so says God's Word,

"Are ordered by the Lord;

And daily he may walk with God,

And be of one accord.

He was a good man, so we learn,

Full of the Holy Ghost;

And only can we goodness have,

When we make Christ our host.

No one is good apart from God,

We all have sinned, my dear;

We stand condemned because of sin,

Our souls are filled with fear;

But when we come as one of old,

And plead for mercy here;

Almighty God shall free our soul,

From every bitter fear.

~ J. J. Davis ~

What about the barns you built? - January 27, 1956

Photo by: Vinson Mouser

The sinner lives in constant fear,

Sin makes him cowardly;

No peace has he but like the sea,

Discard is inwardly.

He builds his barns to hold his grain,

And says unto his soul;

Be thou content, eat and rejoice,

But what a foolish role.

The brittle thread of life, you know,

Is held within God's hand;

Today, tonight our soul may be,

Required at His command.

Then what about the barns you built,

And filled with all your grain?

No comfort shall they give to you,

In hell with all your pain.

The sinner lives in constant fear,

He never knows the joy;

Which comes to saints who consecrate,

Their all to God's employ.

No comfort shall the sinner know,

Unless he turn's to Him;

Who wore the robe, a seamless robe,

A robe without a hem.

~ J. J. Davis ~

Believe - January 26, 1956

Photo by: Tanek Mouser

Man can believe there is no doubt, 

God fixed it so, he may;

"If thou wouldest believe," said He,

Reveals to us today;

Man has the power to believe,

God's glory to behold;

Or else refuse and thus to damn,

Forever his own soul .

The business of the devil here,

Is very, very plain;

He wants to fill our souls with doubts,

Concerning Christ the King.

Man has the power to defy,

The devil in said task;

He may believe and trust in God,

And win if he but ask.

God made us like himself you know,

And only God, my dear;

Can satisfy the soul of man,

In pilgrimage while here.

Man can believe, there is no doubt,

Although Satan is strong;

He can believe, Satan defeat ,

Triumph over wrong.

~ J. J. Davis ~

Poor within the Soul - January 25, 1956

He was so rich in worldly goods,

But poor within his soul;

He cared not for the beggar man,

His heart was hard and cold.

He fared sumptuously day by day,

By worldly standards here;

But in reality his soul,

Was filled with constant fear.

 

No soul can live apart from God,

And be serene my dear;

Hard is the way for everyone,

Who fails our God to fear.

This rich man died and went to hell,

A beggar he became;

He begged for water just to cool,

His tongue within the flames.

 

He cried for help, but was refused,

He prayed but prayed too late;

His lot is fixed, forever damned,

That is his final fate.

He was so rich in worldly goods,

But poor within his soul;

Great is the host of souls today,

Which play as fools, said role. 

~ J. J. Davis ~

Praise Jehovah - January 24, 1956

Photo by: Lucrecia Mouser

O, that men would praise Jehovah,

The Everlasting God;

Who gives to us our daily food,

And comforts with His rod.

He sends his sunshine and His rain,

To bless us one and all;

And furthermore He gave His Son,

To save us from the fall.

O, that men would praise Jehovah,

And do as one of old;

Yea, walk with Him as Enoch did,

For culture of the soul.

Our God is worthy of our praise,

And when we praise Him here;

Ambassadors we then become,

To spread joy everywhere.

O, that men would praise Jehovah,

Give thanks to Him each day;

And in all things to murmur not,

What e're may come our way.

And when the silver cord shall loose,

The shadows lengthen long;

No fears, but only praise shall be,

Our everlasting song.

~ J. J. Davis ~

Fruitful Branches - January 23, 1956

The Husbandman is God, my dear,

He purgeth everyone;

Who bears the fruit of righteousness,

While dwelling in His Son.

How lovely and how beautiful,

The fruit of peace and joy;

The fruit of gentleness and love,

We bear in God’s employ.

When we abide within the Vine,

And fruitful branches be,

When consecrated by the One,

Who died on Calvary;

Then God the Father purified,

A blessed fact, my friend;

That you and I more fruit might bear,

And overcome all sin.

The Savior prayed so earnestly,

That all converts be pure;

And God shall answer his request,

This one thing we are sure;

That all who dwell within the Vine,

And dare good fruit to bear;

That God the Husbandman shall purge,

Said souls, the Word declares.

~ J. J. Davis ~

Good Works - January 22, 1956

“Show me thy faith, without thy works, “

Declared one long ago;

“And by my works,” my good, good friend,

My faith to thee I’ll show.

“Go thou thy way, be warmed and filled,”

Are words so sweet to hear;

If food and clothing are bestowed,

Upon the needy dear.

But worthless are these words, my friend,

If no works bestow;

No wonder said the man of God,

My faith, by works I’ll show.

A priest went marching, marching by,

He saw a man in need;

But simply passed quietly by,

His soul was full of greed.

A good Samaritan passed by,

His heart was good and kind;

He stopped and gave first aid my dear,

He poured the oil and wine.

And furthermore he took the man,

Unto a nearby inn;

United must be faith and works,

If God’s favor we’d win.

~ J. J. Davis ~

One-Way Street - January 21, 1956

Photo by: Lucrecia Mouser

A one-way street is what we find,

In many, many lives;

They love so much for God to give,

But dare not for Him tithe.

He gives the sunshine and the rain,

He gives the spruce and pine;

But many, many souls dare not,

Give God a single dime.

A one-way street is what they want,

And blind they seem to be;

That death shall surely come to them,

As unto the Dead Sea.

The Dead Sea, as you know, my friend,

Receives but fails to give;

And so shall every life become,

Which dares said standard live.

A one-way street is what we find,

In little souls, my friend;

They seek to get, but never give,

Their lives are full of sin.

A two-way street is what we need,

To get and then to give;

This is the standard we must choose,

If happily we'd live.

~ J. J. Davis ~

A Merry Heart - January 20, 1956

A merry heart is worth its weight ,

In silver and in gold;

In rubies and diamonds, dear,

Its wealth can not be told.

I know the Lord would have us all,

To overflow with joy;

For thereby we become a strength,

To bless in His employ.

A merry heart like medicine,

Has healing in its touch;

And like the sun it gives its warmth,

We need so very much.

Laugh and the world, so we are told,

Will laugh with you my dear;

But weep and you may weep alone,

No one to share your tear.

A merry heart is worth its weight,

In silver and in gold;

It blesseth both, body and mind,

It blesseth, too, the soul.

Come, let us strive artists to be,

In spreading cheerfulness;

Great is the need in all the world,

And, O, how it will bless.
~ J. J. Davis ~