I Am a Slave, But Free

                                               I Am a Slave, But Free


                                                             Part 1

                                                    By Peyton Hardwick

  Goellky (Go-el-kee) Saverbar ran wildly across his little hut that his family owned, Africa 1852. The 10 year olds father grabbed his 5-year-old son Tahokay (Tu-hok-a-y) off of his cot, his mother grabbed their 1-year-old daughter Punweea (Pun-we-u) up, and they rushed out of the hut. Slave traders ran every which way grabbing people and chaining them together. Anger surged through Goellky as he saw one man push his cousin into the human line, why? Because they were greedy, spoiled, self-centered brats! He thought clenching his fist. I mean come on, they were there distant relatives, Africans just like them! Goellky then as they were making a dash for the woods and no one seemed to notice the boy saw his only cousin, 6 year old Tea ( Tee-u) just standing there crying as the men shoved her parents into the carts. Goellky suddenly rushed over to the little girl grabbing her arm and pulling away. Goellky had a stab of bitter pane run through him as he saw that his parents had not waited on him, he knew they did not really care much for him at all, mainly because he was not very handsome and was scrawny and small. His father doted over their plump 5 year old and his mother put Punweea over all her children. He was dashing for the woods when suddenly a pair of hands seized his thin shoulders and Tea’s too. They both screamed out in fright, well Tea did, Goellky screamed out in bitter anger. Goellky punched and kicked with all his might and just as the man almost lost his grip on him the man called for a another man that came over with a big whip and CRACK, the big whip wiped across Goellky's bare leg's causing him to sit still so that the man could hand cuff his wrists.



Part 2 coming soon!

 Hello again, I know I put a poem on my blog my last post but I found another very convcting one and had to post it so please read.



  





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 honored Guest,

And all the food you’d serve to Him would be the very best,

And you keep assuring Him you’re glad to have Him there

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



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 have to 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?



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

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

And I wonder if the Savior 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?

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?



Would you be glad to have Him meet your very closest friends?

Or would you hope they’d stay 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.







Read more at http://www.turnbacktogod.com/poem-if-jesus-came-to-your-house/#ixzz0j1h3J3xw



        

You Forgot My Soul

 Here is a poem I read today in my copywork and I just wanted to share it with you. I know Hunter already posted it, but I just wanted my readers to see it. It is really convicting.
You Forgot My Soul



You lived next door to me for years;



We shared our dreams, our joys and tears.



A friend to me you were indeed,



A friend who helped me when in need.







My faith in you was strong and sure.



We had such trust as should endure.



No “words” between us could impose;



Our friends were like – and so, our foes.







What sadness, then, my friend, to find



That, after all, you weren’t so kind;



The day my life on earth did end,



I found you weren’t a faithful friend.







For all those years we spent on earth,



You never talked of second birth.



You never spoke of my lost soul



And of the Christ Who’d make me whole.







I’m lost today eternally



And tell you now my earnest plea.



You cannot do a thing for me –



No words today my bonds will free.







But – do not err, my friend, again –



Do all you can for souls of men.



Plead now with them quite earnestly,



Lest they be cast in hell with me.






-Author Unknown.

Posted a picture

 Hello every one!! I posted a picture of little Eden Joy on my other blog, Peyton's Picture Spot last night so....... I hope to post some more today soon. Josiah is soooooo adorable with her! He thinks she is a dog and when ever she is crying he will walk up and kiss her and say "Oh dog dog". You can really tell he is a 1 year old toddler BOY if you know what I mean:-)

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