K is for King of Country Music

 

King of Country Music

Sometime after midnight on Christmas Eve

My steps had begun to stutter and to weave

I was tired of being by myself and all alone

So I turned on the radio to my favorite station

No need to do any kind of investigation

There was solid gold from the late George Jones

So I sat down in my comfy easy chair

And I knew that golden voice so fair

He was singing about that Grand Tour

So, I closed my eyes and settled back

And thought about a little snack

While the Possum sung sweet and pure

I have to tell you all the gospel truth

And I don’t think I have to offer proof

That there has never been one like him

To ever grace the Grand Ole Opry house

No not one from a gentleman to a louse

There’ll never be another one ever again

Chorus:

Yes, the possum is the King of Country Music

His memory is alive and well today

And nothing stops me from believin’

And though my heart is grievin’

Ole George is still the King of Country Music

Thank God for lettin’ him pass this way

From He Stopped Loving Her Today

Or Someone Wants Me Out of the Way

The hits just kept pouring out from him

From his perfectly combed blond hair

Down to the boots that he’d always wear

We’ll never see the likes of him again 

There is no one that could fill his shoes

No one will ever sing with such blues

He is the King of Country music, right

Nancy shared him with all of his fans

He is missed at all those midnight jams

Maybe George can say, Well It’s Alright

He charted over 165 golden hits

We all hoped he wouldn’t call it quits

But I guess everyone must go away

And it just might be the right thing to do

Since no one will ever stop loving you

I’ll just hum a bit of He Stopped Loving Her Today 

Chorus:

Yes, the possum is the King of Country Music

His memory is alive and well today

And nothing stops me from believin’

And though my heart is grievin’

Ole George is still the King of Country Music

Thank God for lettin’ him pass this way

Repeat Chorus: 

Yes, the possum is the King of Country Music

His memory is alive and well today

And nothing stops me from believin’

And though my heart is grievin’

Ole George is still the King of Country Music

Thank God for lettin’ him pass this way

God's Perfect Plan (Part 3)

SERMON:             GM15-053

SERIES:              Renewal Through Romans: The Gospel Defined, Explained &           Applied

SETTING:          North Kelso Baptist Church

SERVICE:          Sunday AM (April 12, 2015)

SECTION:          The Prologue to Righteousness (Romans 1:1-17)

SUBTITLE:        God’s Perfect Plan (Part 3)

SCRIPTURE:     Romans1:16b

SUBJECT:          God’s saves sinners through the gospel

SUMMARY:       You must believe in the Gospel’s ability to deliver you from your                              sins through the gospel

SCHEME:           That each member of NKBC fully understands the ability, or the                                 capability of God to deliver His people from their sins through the                                       gospel.

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Our theme continues to be: God saves through the gospel   

This is still a good reminder for us all to remember that the gospel is designated as the only means of effective salvation.

 Proposition:  You must understand the ability of God to deliver His people from their sin through the gospel. 

Interrogatory Sentence:  What does the text reveal to us about the power of the gospel?

Transitional Sentence: From our passage we learn two very important truths about the power contained in the gospel:

·        …the gospel produces saving faith in sinners

·        …the gospel produces sanctifying faith in saints

J is for Job

Job

(written by Gregory D. Metcalf)

June 21, 2012

There was a man who lived in the land of Uz

He was extremely rich and happy because

He was deemed to be blameless and upright

He feared God turning from evil day and night

Born to him were three girls and seven sons

Sheep and camels, oxen and donkeys by the tons

Were his along with servants making him great

No other man in all the east had such an estate

Quite often his boys and girls would hold a feast

In the house of the oldest with wine and treat

Even then this man would show his dedication

Burnt offerings he gave with much trepidation

For this man feared his children might sin

They might curse God or worse forget Him

So this blameless and upright man did thus

For something deep inside told him he must

There was a day when all of the sons of God

Came to report their travels across this sod

All the angels were present at this meeting

Even Satan appeared with a sinister greeting

The Lord said to Satan “Where have you been?”

“To and fro”, said he, “from fair valley to den”

“I traveled the earth walking up and down on it

I have had quite a time I will soundly admit”

“Well,” said the Lord, “What think ye of my man?

There is no one like him anywhere in this land”

He is a blameless man , he is upright and fears

His God and hates evil in all that he hears

Satan turned to God and said with a sneer

No wonder this man has such reason to fear

You built a wall around him no one can scale

Your gifts and bribes ensure he dare not fail

In all he does you made yourself his nurse

Take it all from him and you will he curse

Then God said all he has is in your hand

Only take not his life this I command

So Satan left heaven and the face of the Lord

He knew what he would do when he got word

That the children of this man had thrown a feast

The pain he would bring would rise like yeast

The oxen were plowing and the sheep were there

When Sabeans attacked from out of nowhere

Servants fell by the edge of the sword and knife

Only one survived to speak of the loss of life

While his dark tale was being told another man came in

Telling of fire falling from heaven burning sheep and men

If that was not enough one came to tell of a Chaldean raid

killing camels and servants by the edge of the blade

With no time to absorb this news and feel his grief

A servant came to him with words beyond belief

While your childern sat in the house with their wine

A great wind struck the house killing all who came to dine

Then this great man of God while in deep despair arose

to shave his beard and in sorrow he tore his clothes

He fell on the ground and he worshipped his God

It was in deep sorrow he now knelt upon the sod

“Naked I came from my mother’s womb naked I’ll rot

The LORD gave and the LORD has taken all I’ve got

Blessed be the name of the Lord I will sing in song

In all of this Job did not sin nor charge God with wrong”

I is for If God Blessed America

If God Blessed America (What Would He Do?)

Gregg Metcalf

Written May 5^th, 2002

Ever since that September day

All you see are signs that say

God Bless America

No one stops to realize

Or takes the time to analyze

It’s just God bless America

You hear it on everybody’s lips

No one stops to think – just out it slips

God Bless America

Do people even think at all?

Or is it just some empty call

God Bless America

If God were to bless America

Just what would he do?

Would he send angels from heaven?

Waving the red, white, and blue?

Do you really think we deserve

Anything the way we are today?

If God were to bless America

Just what would he say?

Would God wink at all our sin?

And say forget it my friend?

God bless America

Holiness and righteousness

Are the things that God will bless?

God Bless America

Will America fall on her face?

Will she repent from her disgrace?

God Bless America

Do we think that God won’t care?

Or do we just wave flags everywhere

God bless America

If God were to bless America

Just what would he do?

Would he send angels from heaven?

Waving the red, white, and blue?

Do you really think we deserve

Anything the way we are today?

If God were to bless America

Just what would he say?

Bridge:

Let me ask a question of you

What is God supposed to do?

If God were to bless America

Just what would he do?

Would he send angels from heaven?

Waving the red, white, and blue?

Do you really think we deserve

Anything the way we are today?

If God were to bless America

Just what would he say?

H is for Hand in Hand

Hand in Hand

Words by Gregg Metcalf

Music by Jenean Thomson Hockett

When I fail and it's more than I can bear

when my heart tells me there's no one to care

when the sun has set and the night takes command

by His presence He takes me by my hand

Every day I live the winds of fear assail

and I think I'm about to be lost in the gale

I run to the one that commands the wind

I'm not afraid He holds my hand once again

Chorus:

Hand in hand together we walk through the night

by His strength by His grace by His holy might

He takes me where there is peace by his demand

in His presence He takes me by my hand

Have you fallen in the race and lost your way

Is your night so dark you're afraid to pray?

let me tell you friend there's a light up ahead

don't be afraid there is nothing now to dread

Chorus:

Hand in hand together we walk through the night

by His strength by His grace by His holy might

He takes me where there is peace by his demand

in His presence He takes me by my hand

We need not hear a heart so weak and in despair

have joy give praise for there is one who cares

Yes it is true that oft today I might fail

but I know I'll never be lost in the gale

Chorus:

Hand in hand together we walk through the night

by His strength by His grace by His holy might

He takes me where there is peace by his demand

in His presence He takes me by my hand

In His presence He takes me by my hand

Thank you Lord, for taking my hand

G is for Girdle Song

Girdle Song

On the day I became a priest

I encountered a small hurdle

Even though it really is a sash

All my friends call it a girdle

I only  wear it for ceremonies

It’s not an endangered turtle

The high priest wears one and

No one calls his a girdle

It is made of fine linen cloth

It is gold, blue, scarlet and purple

other dignitaries have them too

and yet they call mine a girdle 

Elijah wore one made of leather

For imaginations that were fertile

I doubt anyone laughed at his

Why do you call mine a girdle?

Jeremiah was forbidden to use one

That would make milk want to curdle

and His was even a symbol of Judah

Do you really  think his was a girdle?

Agabus bound Paul with his own belt

So that Paul could not move nor hurtle

and even though it was a mere symbol

You didn't hear his belt called a girdle

Waistband, belt, or very pretty sash

If you want you can even call it myrtle

But please  let me serve with  dignity

Please, don’t call my belt a girdle

F is for Footstool

A Poem of Gregg

Based on a Poem of David

Psalms 110

Footstool

One day there came to me a word

It was from the LORD to the Lord

Clearly he said, “Sit at my right hand”

I will crush your enemies, to the man

The LORD will send his power from Zion

He will appear to all them as a hungry lion

Your enemies he will make your footstool

Over them and in their midst He will rule

Your people he makes to be volunteers

By His power they will forsake their fears

God has sworn and will not be undone

You are of Melchizedek greater than the sun

The Lord is always at your right hand

Even when he executes judgment on man

He will judge the nations and on that day

His wrath will fall, no one will run away