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The War Cry | DECEMBER 2012
THE ABCs of
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Salvation
Admit your need
"For all have sinned and fall
short of the glory of God"
(Romans 3:23)
Believe in Christ
"Believe in the Lord Jesus,
and you will be saved"
(Acts 16:31)
Commit yourself to Christ
"Yet to all who received Him ... He gave
the right to become children of God"
(John 1:12)
Being truly sorry for your sins, and through the
power of Christ forsaking them, go for ward to live
for Christ. He will give forgiveness, power, victory,
purpose, the Holy Spirit and life eternal.
Toys
King
What gifts to please a little Boy
Who has the whole world for His toy?
Through Him, with Him, and in Him, live
The lovely playthings I would give--
Black branches traced on afterglow,
Blue moonlight on the wind�glazed snow,
Music, and singing words--but these
Were always His. Upon my knees
I cannot ask a King to take
The stars He watched His Father make.
Hear on the clean straw of His Throne,
I lay the only things I own--
A battered will, a raveled mind,
A broken dream I cannot wind.
If I had come to him before,
And laid them on the stable floor,
Not scratched and finger�marked with sin.
How new and gay they would have been!
Yet strange things catch a Baby's eyes--
There in His Hand my frayed heart lies.
for a
by
MARY H. DWYER
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