Saturday, July 25, 2020

Red-Flag Warning & More


     Most of us have tried a variety of part-time jobs working through school.  Mine had started at age 15 milking cows and shoveling manure.  When I entered Bible College it was pumping gasoline and then broadened into other automotive work. In my counseling schooling I tried driving a Taxi part-time a few nights a week.


     It was past midnight on a moonlit, humid summer night in Portland, OR.  Working through college I was driving Broadway Cab a few nights a week.  It had been really slow which was common on the warm summer nights.  If it rained then we were really busy.

     I had the cab parked a half block off of Powell in a block long restaurant parking lot.  I had pointed the taxi towards Powell and had my front windows down a few inches and was finishing a greeting card for my wife.  The dispatcher was silent and the night air was starting to disperse the humidity.  Like the song, The Sound of Silence I could have fallen asleep it was so quiet.  Then I heard it.

     I rolled my window all the way down to better hear it.  There it was again someone was screaming over on Powell.  Then a louder scream and I realized I had to check it out.  Leaving all the cab lights off I rocketed across the parking lot towards the noise.  At the last minute I pulled all my lights on and was barely 6 feet away from a large 4-door station wagon.  And there was the screamer … the back door was open with a man dragging a young woman into the car by her hair.  Right before my eyes the deed was done.  They had the woman in the car and then the car shot up Powell.

     I had just witnessed some type of kidnapping and was frantic to do something.  I knew if I didn’t follow them this woman would likely not survive the night.  My conscience shouted do your best.

     So I yanked my steering wheel and sped up to catch the car before it was out of sight.  Up Powell we sped and I had the cab phone in hand and called the code for needing immediate police assistance.  The dispatcher switched me to a different channel and wanted to know what was going on.  I told him and said, “Tell the police I’ll keep following this Station Wagon so all the police need to do is catch up to me then go on past me and pull their car over.”

     I suspect I had only gone about 10 or 12 blocks and then the police car was right behind me.  I gestured to the car in front of me and the officer responded in just a couple of seconds and whipped around me and pulled the car to the curb.

     My last memory was seeing the two men in handcuffs and, once she was freed, the young girl running up the street... still shaking and screaming.


     A week or so later a fellow cab driver was executed by a shot in the back of the head.  Then the murderer fled the scene.  Fortunately a bystander was able to provide a good description and the police gave out an artist’s sketch.  They also said it likely was a gang initiation hit.

     A few days later I dropped off a fare near Lloyd Center when the dispatcher gave me an apartment address nearby.  When I got there a tall thin young man came towards the cab.  Whenever my fare was a young male I always preferred they sit in the front seat where I could keep my eyes on them... trying to prevent any criminal action.  I jumped out and opened the passenger front door.  But he had other plans.

     He slammed the door shut and shuffled around, hands in his pockets, and opened the back door right behind my seat.  Instantly warning bells sounded in my mind.  He’s up to no good, be careful Larry.

     I asked for the address he wanted me to take him.  He snapped, “Just drive.”  Red-flag warning I’m thinking.  “Sorry, I’ve got to have an address or we don’t go anywhere.”  He muttered an address and I pictured it in my mind.  It was a vacant lot on Union Ave.  Another red-flag warning.  I drove towards it rocketing all my senses to full alert.  I prayed to the Lord to please protect me and direct me out of this danger.  I was scrambling to think of any way out of this.  All my life I’ve trusted that when our prayer reaches His throne He gauges the urgency and provides the absolute best solution... and rapidly so:

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
     Nor are your ways My ways,” declares the Lord.
“For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
     So are My ways higher than your ways
     And My thoughts than your thoughts.” 
(Isaiah 55:8-9, NASB)

     As I drove north on Union I saw a traffic signal ahead.  It was red.  So as I slowed to stop ~ I saw it.  The first car across the intersection waiting to go south towards us was a police car with two officers inside.  The Holy Spirit directed my action.  I whipped my Taxi sideways in the middle of the intersection ~ which blocked the Police car and I jammed my transmission into Park, jumped out and threw the back door open and ordered the man out of the cab.  And as he did the police officers took over from there and he got to ride in their vehicle.


     Sometimes unique and special occurrences happened back in those Taxi days.  Here’s one.  It had snowed in Portland and quite a bit of the northern Willamette Valley.  Taxi Drivers worked long, long hours as desperate people rang our company’s phone off the hook.  It was not uncommon for riders to have to wait several hours to get a ride.

     I was exhausted and started towards home and decided maybe I should first drive through the Portland Airport and see if there was a straggler who was praying for a ride.  As soon as they saw me the older couple waved wildly.  I pulled over and got out to help with their luggage.  I asked them where they needed to go.  But they didn’t speak any English.  None.

     The man pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and gestured.  It was obvious he wanted me to drive them to whatever was on this paper.  It was an address.  But not just an address.  It was 70 miles away on a rural route out of Stayton, Oregon.  For several moments I tried to gesture to them it was far away and would cost quite a bit.  They got in the cab and gestured to get moving.

     As we headed south on I-5 we went mile after mile with them talking to each other and pointing at traffic coming northbound and they’d sometimes swivel their necks like maybe they recognized a car or truck.  I began to wonder if they were going to a relative’s house outside of Stayton and had expected to be picked up by them at the Airport.  But because of the snow their relative hadn’t made it and so they had to take a Taxi instead.  But, try as I could, I never recognized a single word.  Well that’s not true.  An 18-wheeler coming north on I-5 was full of something green.  They shouted, “Christmas Trees.”  That still makes me chuckle.

     Rather than bore you with an hour-long taxi ride let me share what happened when we got east of Salem and headed into the country roads north of Stayton.  It was around midnight, the roads were free of snow but a fog was drifting in and out, and boy-o-boy was it dark.  I looked at that paper again and realized it will be nearly impossible to find a rural route address as the numbers on the boxes were just not visible.  So I pulled to the side of the road.  It was time to ask for help.  So I bowed my head and asked my Heavenly Father for guidance.  In less than a couple of minutes a County Sheriff came around the bend.  He immediately pulled alongside and asked if I needed help.  Talk about answered prayer!

     Over the next 30 minutes the Sheriff led us to the address.  When we got there he said, “Oh, I know these folks they run a great Chinese Restaurant in Stayton.  But their car isn’t here.  I don’t think they’re home, but I’ll go check.”  So he put his flashers on and knocked on the door.  No one came to the door.

     He said, “You know I think we should take your passengers into Stayton.  There’s a hotel there and they can stay there.  That’ll free you up so you can head back to Portland."

     When we got to the Hotel my passengers really didn’t like what was happening.  But the Sheriff was a prince of a man and, without being able to converse with them, convinced them that he would keep driving by the home and once their relatives were home he’d get them to come and pick them up.  

     Don’t ever think God doesn’t answer your prayers.


     In these COVID-19 days there is an awful amount of sickness, death, loneliness and miserable grief. In full empathy for each of you I decided to share a story that might let you smile and even feel cheered for a few moments.

     The king of Gloomsville was especially grouchy, moody and depressed today.  He had many court jesters whose lot it was in life to cheer the king.  And of course each of the jesters had varying degrees of success to their credit.  One however, was very, very good.  The king nearly always roared in laughter at his words and antics.

     But on this particularly gloomy day in Gloomsville the king was very depressed, moody, grouchy and ill tempered.  In a sudden utterance he summoned all of his Court Jesters…except his favorite one.  He moaned, “I am so downcast, moody and depressed.  I order you to make me laugh or I'll have you put to death."  Try as they might…the King not only failed to laugh…he didn’t even crack a smile.  Horrors.  He had all the Court Jesters put to death.  All except for his favorite jester.

     The King summoned his favorite Jester and gave him the same charge.  Make me laugh or you die.  Having never seen the king this depressed before the Jester gave it all that he had, going far beyond what it normally required to get the king to laugh.  But, this time nothing worked.  The King then spoke the fateful words, which seemed to make him even more despondent: “Then you must also die.  But, because you’ve been my favorite and best jester I will allow you to select your manner of death.  Take just a moment and tell me how you want to die.”

     The Jester pondered just a moment, “Your majesty… I select… as my cause of death… old age!”  And the King laughed.

     Have you and/or your children ever heard the Laughing Song by the late George Younce?  Click on this link and enjoy... be sure to let your children listen to.

     Perhaps you find it hard to chuckle, let alone laugh.  Sad reports of many people giving up during this pandemic.  

     But there is something to turn it all around.

Because... Hope Has A Name...

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Monday, June 22, 2020

How Many Ways Can You Say Lonely?

How Many Ways Can You Say Lonely?

     Most of us think of Jesus as the Son of God and our personal Savior.  Some might assume that God’s Son and Savior of the World would live a life of luxury.  Royalty to the max.  But His life was the antithesis of that.  We are told, “He was in the world, the world was there through him, and yet the world didn’t even notice. He came to his own people, but they didn’t want him.” (John 1:10-11, MSG) 

     How sad is that?  He created everything yet no one paid any heed to him.  He came to help His people but they didn’t want him.  What a solitary and lonely life He had.

     He spent three years training his disciples and helped them over and over again.  But on the last night of His life those disciples couldn’t stay awake to pray with Him.  Shortly after the soldiers came to arrest him, the disciples fled and left Him alone to face certain death.  All of them.  All alone.

     How lonely Jesus must have been.  But that agony was just beginning.  By far the greatest separation for all eternity happened just a few hours later.  When Jesus was crucified he became the sacrificial lamb that bore all of our sins on his body.  And because His Father could not look on sin when His Son hung on that cross God had to do two things: 1) create a horrendous storm which blackened the earth; and 2) turn His eyes away.

     Never before throughout all eternity, nor in his 33 years as Jesus, had Jesus and the Father lost contact.  They were always one until the darkness exploded and the light of God vanished for three hours.  Then we hear Jesus’ greatest loneliness, “And at three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”).  (Mark 15:34, NIV).

     I’ve often thought that backslidden Christians should ponder their own separation from God as critically dangerous and God-hurting when they read Jesus’ loud voice here.  It should cause them to fall on their knees in repentance begging the Father to: “Hide your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquity.  Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.  Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me.  Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me. (Psalms 51:9-12, NIV)
     Loneliness is not only found in Jesus’ life it is being felt throughout the Globe right now.

     How many ways can you say lonely?  Here are a few...

Tuesday, September 11, 2001 (9/11)

“He said I'll call you hon when I get there
Ten minutes later he was in the air
She dropped the kids at school and headed home
Walked in and turned the front room TV on
She could tell that there was something wrong
Every channel had the same thing on
Now seven years have come and gone away
But she's still hurtin' like its yesterday
'Cause she wants to put her arms around his neck
And look in his eyes so blue
And say honey I don't regret
A single day I spent with you
She wants to tell him that she loves him so
And will until the day she dies
It ain't that she can't let him go
She just wants to say goodbye”

(Arrangement from To Say Goodbye)

Married 63 Years

He sits beside her in the nursing home
Through her silver hair he runs a comb
He hangs their wedding picture on the wall
She don't remember who he is at all
He tells her stories bout the life they've lived
From their first kiss to their last grand-kids
For seven months now she just sits and stares
But if she wakes up he'll be right there
'Cause he wants to put his arms around her neck
And look in her eyes so blue
And say honey I won't forget
A single day I spent with you
He wants to tell her that he loves her so
And will until the day he dies
It ain't that he can't let her go
He just wants to say goodbye
No it ain't that we can't let 'em go
We just want to say goodbye

(Arrangement from To Say Goodbye) 

Dying Gospel Singer

“I Know Where I Am Now
Many's the time he had stood by the curtain,
Waiting his turn to walk out on the stage;
Thunderous applause once welcomed the entrance,
Of this old performer now crippled with age.
He leaned on them heavy as slowly they led him,
Through the back entrance and up to the round;
Then by some magic his bent body straightened,
I can make it from here now, I know where I am.
Don't worry 'bout me I know where I am now,
Thanks for the hand but now I can stand I'll walk on alone;
The voices and faces I know them all well now,
I can hear, I can see don't worry 'bout me, I'm finally home.
In life's traveling road show I've been a performer,
When burdens were heavy, when days were too long;
When there was a part for an old gospel singer,
When folks needed hope I'd sing them my song.
One of these days someone will lead me,
Through Heaven's stage door and into the wing;
There'll be a place in that final performance,
I know my part and I'm ready to sing.
Don't worry 'bout me I know where I am now,
Thanks for the hand but now I can stand I'll walk on alone;
The faces of loved ones, the voice of my Father,
I can hear, I can see don't worry 'bout me, I'm finally home.
I can hear, I can see, don't worry 'bout me, I'm finally home.”

4th Anniversary

     Mark left work when the clock clicked 12:00 noon.  He’d bought a bouquet of flowers as an anniversary gift to his wife and headed up the highway to hug her before returning to work by 1:00.  I was two cars behind Mark and was enjoying the sunny Spring day.

     Up ahead something didn’t look right. “Oh No,” I said, as a loaded log truck coming toward us was suddenly twisting in the lane.  The driver had looked to the side and didn’t see the car in front of him stopping to make a left turn.  The logger slammed on his brakes praying he could get his load stopped.  But then it happened.  The trailer loaded with massive firs couldn’t stop and instead jack-knifed around completely blocking our lane.  Worst of all, Mark’s car met that trailer head-on plowing hard into the logs.

     I turned on my flashers and quickly ran up to help Mark.  When I opened the passenger door and reached to pull him out it was too late.  He died in my arms crushed to death with his chest squeezed to waffle thickness.

     Later when his wife was given her bouquet I heard the most heart-wrenching grief I’d ever known.  She was now all alone with only memories to linger in her lonely years afterward.

Dad Left Him Alone

     Shockingly and unexpectedly his Dad walked out on the family.  No one knew when or if his dad would return.  It left a cavernous spot in his heart.  Now he was alone with his mom and two sisters.  He had never felt so completely lonely.  One day he couldn’t take it anymore so he searched for a solution.  He found it by climbing the tree in his front yard and nesting against some branches and watching for his dad’s car to turn into the driveway.  But that car never arrived.

Kim and Anne
This true paragraph was sent by Kim and how she said Goodbye to her mom, Anne.
"Anyway, we had some sadness come to our family. My husband had a mild stroke, and 4 days later, my dear mother passed away. He is doing OK, but dealing with the loss of my mom has been hard. It was so sudden. She wasn't sick hardly ever, and wasn't on any medications. She was 88 yrs.old. She had a bad stomach ache the night before. I told her to drink some ginger tea and it helped a little, so I told her if it got too bad to call an ambulance. This was about 1:30 in the morning. Around 10 am, I got a call from the ER saying she was there. I spoke to her on the phone and she said she still had some pain. Well, they found a small bowel obstruction. I've had that and it's not fun, but I always fixed it naturally. Needless to say, as the day and evening progressed, and doing lots of blood work, her white blood cell count went up and her blood pressure was dropping.  The doctors didn't know why. They put her in ICU and I got there as fast as I could. They were trying to revive her as I got there and did, but I was told she may only have one hour. I was shocked. So, I immediately prayed as I was stroking her hair. She was unresponsive to me but I knew she could hear me. I started singing all her favorite hymns. I could see her eye twitch as I was doing so. Then, the nurse said, she just passed. Well, that was that. My mom is exactly where she wanted to be. Her faith in Jesus was immense."

The current Pandemic 

     COVID-19 has exalted loneliness to a life-threatening condition.  “Loneliness has hit epidemic proportions,” said Doug Nemecek, chief medical officer at Cigna.  “More troubling: A growing body of research suggesting that being lonely for a sustained period of time could be bad for people's physical and mental well-being.”

     That same study from Cigna placed associated health risks on par with smoking and obesity.

     Only time will tell whether loneliness will cause far greater mortality risks than even the COVID-19 virus itself.  When loved ones can’t accompany or visit their infected loved ones in their struggles or dying efforts in the hospital ~ loneliness has hit its worst.

The Apostle Paul

     The Apostle Paul’s ministry was unmistakably the greatest of any of the disciples of Jesus.  But had it not been for a most warm and caring friend Paul might not have been the dynamo he became.

     Paul was first mentioned at the stoning assassination of Stephen in Acts 7:58.  At that time his name was Saul of Tarsus and he was renowned for spearheading assaults on Jews who converted to Christianity.  His ferocity focused in Jerusalem at first and spread even to the foreign city of Damascus.
     On a trip to Damascus recorded in Acts chapter 9 Saul’s life was miraculously changed.  As he approached Damascus he was blinded by a heavenly light and spoken to by the Lord.

     Ananias, a gifted disciple in town, was told by the Lord to go and touch Saul restoring his eyesight and baptizing him into Christ.

     But Ananias was afraid of Saul as he had imprisoned many Jews who were new converts to Christianity and even assented to the martyrdom of Stephen.  But the Lord told Ananias to do as he was told as He had crucial plans for Saul.  Ananias, with knees knocking and shivers down his spine obeyed the Lord and restored Saul’s sight and baptized him.

     Saul was no longer the fierce Jewish foe of the new Jewish Christians who were burgeoning like the measles.  Now the Lord had unique plans for him.  From that moment on Saul did a 180 degree turn.   “But Saul kept increasing in strength and confounding the Jews who lived at Damascus by proving that this Jesus is the Christ.” (Acts 9:22, NASB)

     Saul was so electric that the Damascus Jewish leaders schemed to kill him.  Being forewarned Saul was able to escape and flee to Jerusalem.  At the holy city he immediately sought the apostles and disciples.  But they were terrified of him and, though they had heard about his conversion in Damascus, they doubted it was legitimate and instead sensed it was a deceitful trap allowing him to capture them.

     It was at that moment that Heaven intervened and sent exactly the perfect person for this unbelievable rejection.  That one-of-a-kind person was Barnabas.  “Barnabas” wasn't his birth name (Joseph was), it was his nickname meaning “Son of Encouragement” and may have been given to him by the early Jerusalem church leaders for his generosity with money but maybe even more so for his non-stop shot-in-the-arm motivation.  The meaning of “Barnabas” in the Greek is very close to the meaning of the “Comforter” that Jesus said the Holy Spirit would be.

     “Then Barnabas took him under his wing.  He introduced him to the apostles and stood up for him, told them how Saul had seen and spoken to the Master on the Damascus Road and how in Damascus itself he had laid his life on the line with his bold preaching in Jesus’ name.” (Acts 9:27, MSG)

     After Barnabas did his magic, Saul began“moving about freely in Jerusalem, speaking out boldly in the name of the Lord.  And he was talking and arguing with the Hellenistic Jews; but they were attempting to put him to death.” (Acts 9:28b-29, NASB)

     So, Saul was in danger again and the brethren rushed him to the seaport of Caesarea and sent him away to Tarsus.”  (Acts 9:30, NASB)  Tarsus was Saul’s hometown and was in modern-day Turkey...far from Jerusalem.  Though a life-saving and necessary trip for Saul, it led to another problem.  Saul was all alone.  And he would one day be named Paul and testify to kings, rulers, Gentiles and more.  So being in Tarsus could be thought of as being stuck in Tarsus.  The main Gospel action was elsewhere. The Holy Spirit needed the awesome exhorter ~ Barnabas to do one more critically important task.  He needed to fetch Saul and accompany him back to the holy land and then they became a ministry team to God’s glory.

     Are there any Barnabas people today?  Wouldn’t you appreciate it if a Son of Encouragement came to your house or emailed or phoned you today?  Amazingly the Lord has a team full of Barnabas Encouragers.  Romans 12 introduces 7 functions or gifts that the Holy Spirit has implanted in differing believers in each congregation.  And "the encourager", like Barnabas, is one of those 7 gifts.  “If you have the grace-gift of encouragement, then use it often to encourage others.” (Romans 12:8, TPT)

Barnabas People ~ ~ Please Come To Work Today

     I propose that during these horridly-frightening days where millions are nervous wrecks and anarchy reigns worldwide that churches everywhere assist those with the Barnabas gift to actively begin reaching out to their members who are so lonely, grieving and feeling hopeless.  And if you’re a Barnabas there is no time to back off or delay starting. Each and every soul on this planet is loved by our Heavenly Father. So the Holy Spirit urges action right now:  “Wake up from your sleep, Climb out of your coffins; Christ will show you the light! So watch your step.  Use your head.  Make the most of every chance you get.  These are desperate times!” (Ephesians 5:15-16, MSG)

“Praise the Lord, my soul; 
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits—
who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases, 
who redeems your life from the pit and crowns 
you with love and compassion, 
who satisfies your desires with good things 
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.”
(Psalms 103:1-5, NIV)

Suicide Derailed

     Mary’s phone rang and Carole sounded so depressed. “I just can’t take it anymore. I hurt too much.”  Then silence... continued silence.  Mary called me and said her best friend and nursing partner was threatening suicide.  I drove as quickly as possible.  We met at Carole’s driveway.  Her condo was dark.  It was then we realized the car was in the garage with the engine running.

     We forced the garage door up and called 911.  When the EMTs arrived they said we’d gotten her out soon enough that she didn’t need to be hospitalized.  The three of us went inside her Condo.  The Holy Spirit provided heart-nourishing stories and Scripture verses which slowly lifted her up out of the murky blackness.  We spent a few hours talking about the Lord’s interventions in the lives of other wounded hearts.  Then she agreed to meet with the charismatic local Barnabas minister ~ Dave Adams.

     Dave’s faithfulness and diligence was exactly what the doctor ordered.  Carole became a Christian and her faith slowly but steadily increased.

     If you are suicidal or have someone close to you that has ideations God doesn’t want you to take your life.  Reach out.  Find a Barnabas.  Read the Gospel of John.  John was the disciple whom Jesus dearly loved.  “Therefore many other signs Jesus also performed in the presence of the disciples, which are not written in this book; but these have been written so that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing you may have life in His name.” (John 20:30-31, NASB)

Charles and Leah

     I cried when I heard about Charles and Leah.  They were in their seventies and had been inseparable all of their 50+ married years.  You almost never heard just one of their names.  They had been a true couplet.

     Neither of them was in very good health, but they stayed glued together through thick and thin.  But still they were not expecting what was just around the bend.  Charles began to struggle with mental issues that led to some unwise choices and behaviors.  Leah’s health struggles began to require some assistance in her daily living.  It wasn’t long before they sold their home and moved into an assisted living home.

     That worked for a while but Charles began to decline farther and sooner than expected.  Finally his needs were greater than the Assisted Living Home could provide.  This led to a huge dilemma which forced a miserable choice. Separation.  The caregiver management told Leah that Charles needed to be moved to a care center better equipped to handle his unpredictable behavior and mental confusion.  It was the hardest decision Leah ever had to make.

     In just a few days they moved Charles across the street to the better-equipped care center.  So the couplet was now split in two. Had it not been for cell phones they never would have been able to see and talk. Neither one’s health allowed for personal visiting.  To top it off the COVID-19 hit in full fury and the doors on each of their separate homes were permanently locked.

     A lifetime of over a half-century of wedded companionship now had an impediment that seems to be so permanent and final.  Oh so very, very sad. But then the rest of the story made my eyes gush with tears and tugged at my heart strings.

     Charles and Leah speak to each other every day... several times on their smartphone cameras.  But Charles was slipping cognitively and told his dear wife, “Leah please send one of our kids to see me.”  Leah said, “Why honey.”  Charles, “So I can give them something so you can have a baby.”  Leah knowing that her baby-making days were long gone, said, “Why Charles?” “Why do you want me to have a baby?”  Leah will never forget her husband’s heart-wrenching response.  “Because you’re so lonely.  I want you to have our baby so you won’t be so sad and alone anymore.”

“a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,” (Ecclesiastes 3:4, NIV)

One Solitary Life

Jesus Jesus Jesus sweetest name I know
He was born in an obscure village
The son of a simple peasant woman
He grew up in another small town
And worked with his father in a carpenter shop until He was thirty
And then for three years he was what we might call a traveling preacher
He never wrote a book He never held political office
The places He did go He usually walked
He never did any of the things that one normally associates with greatness
He had no credentials but himself
When He was only thirty-three years old
The tide of public opinion turned against Him
Some of His friends deserted Him one denied Him
One even betrayed Him and turned Him over to His enemies
He went through the mockery of a trial
He was nailed to a cross between two thieves
While He was dying His executioners gambled 
for His only possession
His robe His purple robe
When He was dead he was taken from the cross
And laid in a borrowed grave
Provided for the compassion of friends
Almost twenty wide centuries have since come and gone
And today this man is the centerpiece of the human race
The leader in the column of mankind problems
I think I am well with in the mark
That all the armies that ever marched
All the navies that ever sailed the seven seas
All the legislative bodies that ever met
All the kings and rulers that have ever reigned
And all put together 
have not affected the life of man here on this earth
As much as that one solitary life
Jesus Jesus Jesus Sweetest name I know
Sweetest name I know I know

..............Bill Anderson

What a Beautiful Name
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