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If Jesus came to your house

If Jesus came to your house to spend a day or two,

If He came unexpectedly, I wonder what you’d do,

Oh, I know you’d give your nicest room to such an honoured Guest,

and all the food you’d serve to Him,

You’re glad to have Him there,

that serving Him in your own home is joy beyond compare.

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But when you saw Him coming,

Would you meet Him at the door,

With arms outstretched in welcome to your heavenly Visitor,

or would you change your clothes before you let Him in,

or hide some magazines and put the Bible where they’d been?

Would you turn off the radio and hope He hadn’t heard,

and wish you hadn’t uttered that last loud, hasty word?

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Would you hide your wordly music and put some hymn books out?

Could you let Jesus walk right in, or would you rush about?

And I wonder, if the Saviour spent a day or two with you,

would you go right on doing the things you always do?

Would you go right on saying the things you always say?

Would life for you continue as it does from day to day?

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Would your family conversation keep up its usual pace,

and would you find it hard each meal to say a table grace?

Would you sing the songs you always sing, and read the books you read,

and let Him know the things on which your mind and spirit feed?

Would you take Jesus with you everywhere you’d planned to go,

or would you, maybe, change your plans for just a day or so?

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Would you be glad to have Him meet your closest friends,

or would you hope they’d stayed away until His visit ends?

Would you be glad to have Him stay forever on and on,

or would you sigh with great relief when He at last was gone?

It might be interesting to know the things that you would do,

if Jesus Christ in person came to spend some time with you.

‘Wait’ by Russell Kelfer

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;

Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.

I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .

And the Master so gently said, “Wait.”

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“Wait? You say wait?” my indignant reply.

“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!

Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?

By faith I have asked, and I’m claiming your Word.

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“My future and all to which I relate

Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?

I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go-ahead sign,

Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.

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You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,

We need but to ask, and we shall receive.

And Lord I’ve been asking and this is my cry:

I’m weary of asking! I need a reply.”

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Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,

As my Master replied again, “Wait.”

So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,

And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting for what?”

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He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .

and He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.

I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.

I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.”

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“I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.

You’d have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me.

You’d not know the depth of my love for each saint.

You’d not know the power that I give to the faint.”

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“You’d not learn to see through clouds of despair;

You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there.

You’d not know the joy of resting in Me

When darkness and silence are all you can see.”

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“You’d never experience the fullness of love

When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.

You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,

But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.”

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“The glow of my comfort late into the night,

The faith that I give when you walk without sight.

The depth that’s beyond getting just what you ask

From an infinite God who makes what you have last.”

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“You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,

What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.

Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,

But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I’m doing in you.”

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“So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see

That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.

And though oft My answers seem terribly late,

My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait.”

“Tomorrow” written by Alan, a member of Lincoln Baptist Church

The preaching was powerful, the words clear and true,

“Jesus saves sinners – and Jesus wants you!”.

Those words touched my heard when I was just ten,

“I’ll have some of that – but the question is – when?”

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I’m busy right now with my schooling and things,

With all of the pressure and worry that brings.

So I’ll wait till its finished, and from stress I am free,

And then I’ll ask Jesus to take care of me.

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It was several years later when I heard it again,

From someone in work who tried to explain,

How their life had been changed by their trust in His Name,

And Jesus was waiting to give me the same.

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It sounded like something I wanted to do,

“One day I’ll ask Him to make me like you,

But let me get married and find a good wife,

Before I let Jesus come into my life”

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Now I had children to brighten my life,

Good job, fine friends and a beautiful wife.

Each day was so busy with so much to do,

I had no time for Jesus – or anything new!

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Then I heard on TV as I watched “Songs of Praise”,

About Jesus, still saving, and blessing these days.

The words made me ponder, and question again,

But I still wasn’t ready, not really, not then.

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The children were gone now, to make their own life,

I was living quite happily, just with my wife,

Still no time for Jesus, with so much to do,

But I still heard those words “Jesus really loves you!”

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I made up my mind that I’d ask Him one day,

To forgive all my sins, cleanse, and come in to stay.

But not at that moment – I wasn’t quite ready,

When I retired and my life was quite steady.

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When at last I met Jesus, I was all on my own,

Down on my knees before His Great Throne.

There was no one to help me or stand by my side,

I no longer saw Jesus with arms open wide.

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There were angels all round Him, praising His Name,

And the saved of the Earth were doing the same.

I cried to the Lord, with my soul in great pain,

“Please save me, Lord Jesus, just ask me again”.

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But the Lord didn’t smile as He gazed down at me,

“I asked you so many times”, tearfully said He,

“and never, in all that long life that you had,

did you ever repent and receive me – how sad!”

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“But now time has ended, the Great Plan is done,

and I’ve gathered together all those I have won.

The rich and the poor, the strong and the weak,

All those who determined, salvation to seek.

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I’m afraid it’s too late now for you to receive,

You had plenty of time to repent and believe.

There’s no place in Heaven for people like you,

Who thought saving their souls was the last thing to do!”

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So if you are awaiting the right time to say:

“Lord Jesus, please save me and come in to stay”,

then make sure that time doesn’t pass you right by,

And you never find Jesus before you die.

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Today Jesus calls you, to let Him come in,

and cleanse your whole life from the poison of sin.

Today is the day – consider with care,

Don’t wait till tomorrow, you may not be there.



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