Friday, May 30, 2008

WOTMR - Todd Bentley Kicks Person In Face

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2 comments:

Caron said...

Please see “A Call for Discernment” by going to http://www.justinpeters.org. Justin is an evangelist and in addition to expository preaching, also holds seminars on the “Word of Faith” movement. He has cerebral palsy and concurs with the apostle Paul, “My grace is sufficient for thee.”

To God be the glory!

Caron Strong
Los Angeles, CA

Anonymous said...

In Thee Alone I Must Be Blessed
by Samuel Davies (1724–1761)

o, never, never, can this heart,
From Thee her God, her all, depart,
Indulge my boldness; I protest
In Thee alone I must be blessed;
I’m fixed, resolv’dly fixed, in this
Thyself, or nought shall be my bliss;
I swear by the eternal Three,
I will accept no bliss but Thee.
Put me not off with golden toys,
With empty honors, sensual joys.

Oh, do not Thy poor servant doom
To crowns and empires in Thy room.
I loath the happiness that springs
From these and all created things,
Sooner may gold or dust assuage
The parched pilgrim’s thirsty rage,
When under torrid Lybian skies,
On burning sands, he faints and dies;
Sooner, than these inferior toys,
Can fill me with substantial joys.

Since of Thy love I tasted first,
All other pleasures I disgust.
Since first Thy beauties charmed my sight,
Created charms yield no delight.
Oh, if I’m doomed Thy frowns to feel,
Why didst Thou e’er Thy smiles reveal?
Why with Thy glories charm my eye,
If I must see and ne’er enjoy?
Oh, why torment me with the views
Of bliss I must forever lose?

Oh, if I must forever dwell
Absent from Thee, why did not hell
Devour me, e’er I felt this flame?
This ardent passion to Thy name?
Then had my soul ne’er understood
The loss of an infinite good;
Nor languished in eternal in eternal pain,
Pleasures once tasted to regain;
Nor in tormenting anguish pined
To call Thy once felt smiles to mind.

But hence each dire surmise—away!
My gracious God would not display
His glories to inflame my heart,
If I were destined to depart.
He would not cruelly deride
My soul with bliss to be denied;
Nor kindle love to pant in vain,
And rack me with augmented pain.
No, His own self will satisfy
The wishes He has raised so high.

—from Worthy Is the Lamb (Soli Deo Gloria, 2004).

Pastor Bob

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