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Tears_of_joy
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 How Many Would Say This To Us?

The Rev. Charles Simeon was once summoned to the death-bed of a dying brother. Entering the room, the relative extended his hand, and with some emotion said, “I am dying, and you never warned me of the state in which I was, and of the great danger I was in of neglecting the salvation of my soul.”

“Nay, my brother,” said Mr. Simeon, “but I took every reasonable opportunity of bringing the subject of religion before you, and frequently alluded to it in my letters.”

“Yes,” said the dying man, “but you never came to me, closed the door, and took me me by the collar of my coat, and told me I was unconverted, and that if I died in that state, I should be lost; and now I am dying, and, but for God’s grace, I might have been for ever undone.”

It is said that Mr. Simeon never forgot this scene.

[i]-Taken from The New Cyclopedia of Illustrative Anecdote, Rev. Donald Macleod, 1872, pg. 335[/i]

 2007/9/15 12:15Profile
LiveforGod
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 Re: How Many Would Say This To Us?

Thank you Brother for sharing this with us.

It is true. Sometimes we do not make much enfassis as we should.


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Samuel

 2007/9/15 13:16Profile









 Re: How Many Would Say This To Us?

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“Yes,” said the dying man, “but you never came to me, closed the door, and took me me by the collar of my coat, and told me I was unconverted, and that if I died in that state, I should be lost...



[i]but you never came to me...[/i]

What sobering words!

[b]Regret[/b]

Standing in awe at the Judgment throne
I thought back on the past–spent years
I encountered my youthful mischievous friends
And the others who’d been very dear
[b]Then suddenly a force gripped my heart
And I cried out in anguished moan
As I turned around–and searched among crowds
For those precious friends–my own[/b]

Oh how far the distant parted them
Forlorn and lost they were
For they stood in the group that God had damned
[b]I saw them through tear-stained blur
I looked at my hands ‘that were
stained with their blood’[/b]
And remembered the searching souls
Those friends of mine who knew not the way
The emptiness–yearn for console

[b]Then their eyes were fixed on me
Each of them filled with despair
I saw each heart accusing me
And regret welled to great to bare[/b]
I stood among the blessed group
Yes–Heaven my home would be
But for time without end–in the depth of hell
Their lot for eternity!

~Jennifer René Daniel

 2007/9/15 13:20





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