In the Quiet Times

A gentle breeze sweeps across sunny trees and fields
Thank God it's so refreshing, calm and peaceful here
It's good to get away from the "rat race" at home
Away from the cares of this life--that crazy phone--

Amazing pressure these days drives people crazy
Some just breakdown, and some become lazy
Worry and anxiety throw your body way off-balance
Then sickness and God-forbid disease make their stand

Can you imagine how tired Christ must have been?
Remember when they were in the boat and tried to wake him?
We need to rest and sleep and be at peace:
In the quiet times, the Comforter comes--
          His peace will never cease--

Pentecost Sunday is a celebration of the mighty rushing wind:
But I'm just peacefully thankful today, knowing I've been saved from sin

--bro. tim pickl
Sunday May 27, 2007 A.D.

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Isaiah 28
[8] For all tables are full of vomit and filthiness, so that there is no place clean.
[9] Whom shall he teach knowledge? and whom shall he make to understand doctrine? them that are weaned from the milk, and drawn from the breasts.
[10] For precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little:
[11] For with stammering lips and another tongue will he speak to this people.
[12] To whom he said, This is the rest wherewith ye may cause the weary to rest; and this is the refreshing: yet they would not hear.
[13] But the word of the LORD was unto them precept upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little; that they might go, and fall backward, and be broken, and snared, and taken.