He knocks on every door

The reason for my hope.

Have we forgotten the special day Easter is?
An innocent, loving man, died so we can live.
More than just a man, the only son of God above,
He walked the earth and healed, He lived and taught of love.

He reached out to the filthy,
gave hope those crushed in spirit.
He called those far away,
and made sure the poor could hear it.
He revealed to the lonely, the closeness of our Lord.
He fills the empty places,He knocks on every door.

When our hearts were empty, and we thought only of ourselves,
He took our guilt and bore it, the worlds pain upon himself.
He did it out of love, it was a choice he made for us.
Because He loves the Father,and in Him we have our trust.
So each day let us consider, keep one thing in our thoughts,
Our hope for the future, Gods greatest gift..
The Cross

James B. Thompson

Judge Roy Moore

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The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama Judge Moore was sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom foyer. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama! The judge's poem sums it up quite well.

America the beautiful,
Or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride;
I'm glad they'll never see.

Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty;
Your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly
Poisoned by cocaine
Choosing to indulge their lusts,
When God has said abstain

From sea to shining sea,
Our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love
And a need to always pray.

We've kept God in our temples,
How callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
And Heaven is His throne.

We've voted in a government
that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges;
Who throw reason out the door,

Too soft to place a killer
In a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby?
Before he leaves the womb.

You think that God's not angry,
That our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
Before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our God,
From Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do,
But stem this evil tide?

If we who are His children,
Will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
And mend our evil way:

Then God will hear from Heaven;
And forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land
And those who live within.

But, America the Beautiful,
If you don't - then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
Withdraw His hand from Thee.

~~Judge Roy Moore~~
Pass this on and let's lift Judge Moore up in Prayer. He has stood firm and needs our support. IN GOD WE TRUST!