I oft read with pleasure, to soothe or engage, Isaiah’s wild measure, or John’s simple page: But e’en when they pictured the blood—sprinkled tree, Jehovah-Tsidkenu was nothing to me. Like tears from the daughters of Zion that roll, I wept when the waters went over His soul; Yet thought not that my sins had nailed to the tree Jehovah Tsidkenu: ‘t was nothing to me. When free grace awoke me by light from on high, Then legal fears shook me— I trembled to die. No refuge, no safety in self could I see; Jehovah Tsidkenu my savior must be. My terrors all vanished before that sweet name; My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came, To drink at the fountain, life-giving and free; Jehovah Tsidkenu is all things to me. McCheyne.
We live and travel full time in our fifth wheel or cargo trailer. We work for the Lord Jesus Christ in Disaster Relief Ministry. When not doing any of the above we try to have as much fun as we can. Possible items you might find here, in no particular order, dirt bikes, quads, hiking, camping, desert living, building projects, stained glass projects, our family, Bible study, RVing stuff, nutrition comments, and just about anything else we can think of....
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