Friday, September 30, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is Janet, our first born. The picture was taken in April of 1955
She was two months old. Parents and grandparents that see their
new born child for the first time, know that there is a bit of heaven in
the miracle of each child.

I believe in heaven,
Because of what I see on earth.
All the beauty and the wonder
God created at its birth.

I believe in heaven,
For I have seen the face
Of a little new born baby,
God's miracle... God's grace.

I believe in heaven,
Because there's no accident that can
Claim all the glories of this earth;
It must have come from the Master's Hand.

I believe in Heaven,
Because heaven dwells on earth, you see
In all the love that abounds...
In those who love me!

Freda Fullerton
September 30, 2011

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
The majestic mountains in around Mammoth, California.
We see God's power in all his creation!
Taken from Jeremiah 10:11-13

God made the earth by His power.
His wisdom founded the world.
He made the heavens by His understanding.
When He thunders the waters of heaven unfurl.

He sends the lightning and rain
And the heavens roar.
He brings wind from His storehouse.
He masters the ocean from shore to shore.

He dug the rivers and the canyons.
The valleys were planted by His hand.
He raised up every mountain.
He has counted each grain of sand.

You would think a God this powerful,
Would not care for you and me,
But He has said, "each hair is numbered,
And each tear that falls I see."

Freda Fullerton
September 29, 2011

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is Flamingos at San Diego  Zoo. God's creation
praises him by just being, even the wonder of the creation
of man, but man has tried very hard to destroy, rather than
preserve the beauty God has created!
Today's poem was taken from Psalm 9

I will praise You O Lord,
I pray that You be near.
My heart is Yours O Lord,
Let praise remove doubt and fear.

I will tell of Your wonders.
I will rejoice in You.
I will sing praises to Your Name
As each day, my faith You renew.

You are the refuge for the weak.
A balm to weary minds.
In Your Name I will trust,
Even in troubled times.

The hope of the afflicted will not perish.
The needy You have sought.
You keep safe those who trust You
And You forget them not!

Freda Fullerton
September 28, 2011

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is Glacier National Park, in Montana.
I admire people who do mountain climbing.
ME... I love to look at the mountains, but have
no desire to scale one, not my idea of fun!

In all I say and do
Father, lead me today.
Help me to know Your will
In this, I pray.

Give me a vision...
Of the things You ask,
Give me the talent
To do each task.

Give me the courage
To step out of my comfort zone,
Help me to remember
In this, I'm not alone.

I pray this day
For the faith ... You see,
To climb every mountain
You place before me.

I pray for patience...
To weather the storms that come my way.
I pray, Dear Father...
"Lead me today!"

Monday, September 26, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This picture was taken on my mom's eightieth birthday. Mom
is sitting down. I'm standing next to her and my dad is next to
me. The rest are some friends and cousins. God called mom
home before her eight-first birthday. She lived with constant
pain for thirty years. She did not know why, but I never heard
her blame God. Today, we're traveling down the same road.
Jim, my husband, is living with pain. He too, does not know
why, but does not blame God. He tries to see the blessings before
us and not the negatives. I think we've certainly grown through
these experiences. If you or a loved one are experiencing constant
pain, perhaps the following poem will be a comfort to you.

We don't know the whys
That God calls us to make a stand.
We don't know the wherefores,
Or even if we can.

We see a world that has forgotten Him,
As it passes by on parade
And our faith in Him is weakened,
We feel alone and so afraid.

Satan would have us believe
That wealth, health or fame,
Are the measure of God's love
For those who wear His name.

But Saints have always suffered,
Knowing their journey here is brief,
Trusting God to comfort them
In all their pain and grief.

For His Son was a man of sorrows
And He suffered all alone.
Not for His sins, but for others,
That He might for them atone.

Though we don't have all the answers
When the anguish call out, "Why?"
We know that He cares so much for us
He went to the cross to die.

And He reaches through the ages,
With His nail scarred hand...
He asks only that we trust Him,
We don't have to understand.

Freda Fullerton
September 26, 2011

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is me, reading a poem at a Memorial Day church service
honoring our fallen heroes. Today's poem is taken from Psalm 141
"Set a guard over my mouth O Lord, watch over the door of my lips."
Psalm 141:3

Set a guard over my mouth.
Over my lips, Your watch keep.
Protect my heart from evil.
You, make my life most complete.

Keep my eyes always on You,
O Sovereign Lord, I pray.
Keep me safe from snares
And evil plans today.

In you I take refuge,
Against those who do wicked deeds.
It is You who comes to my rescue.
It is You who fulfills all my needs.

Freda Fullerton
September 25, 2011

My prayer (not original) "Please God, make
my words sweet today... for tomorrow I may
have to eat them."

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
Rhode Island countryside in the fall.
Yesterday was the first day of fall, so I thought I
would launch the season with the following poem.
I have had a few of my poems published and this is
one of them.

When Autumn rolls around
And the wind blows wild and free,
There is a longing for wanderlust
Deep inside of me.

When I see a flock of geese fly by
On a bright sunlit day,
Or see a winding country road
Beside a main highway,

When I hear the whistle of a train
In the stillness of the night,
This spirit longs to be free,
Longs to take flight.

I see a plane fly so high
Where will it land today?
What exciting things await,
In places far away?

Ships that sail from port to port,
With cargo, unknown to me...
This spirit longs to sail with you
Upon the deep blue sea!

Yes, Autumn stirs the longing of wanderlust
Deep within my breast,
But love for home and family...
Keep me safe within my nest.

Freda Fullerton
September 24, 2011

Friday, September 23, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is Philadelphia. "The city of brotherly love."

There was a question asked.
It's more than twenty centuries old.
"What is there in life...
That man would exchange for his soul?"

In answer to that question,
Some would boldly say,
"Don't think about tomorrow,
Just live for today.

Eat drink and be merry,
Live it up, my friend...
You don't have to worry,
This world will never end."

You don't always recognize old Satan,
When he has his say,
But it's him that's doing the talking,
When someone talks this way.

He cares not if you suffer,
Or if your soul is lost in sin!
He will even lie and cheat a lot,
Just so you'll let him in.

Your soul is something that's eternal,
A very fragile thing!
No possession on this earth
Is worth its exchange.

The soul is one of the most precious gifts
That God bestowed on man,
It was because of this precious gift,
The nail pierced His Son's hand!

Freda Fullerton
September 23, 2011

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is a creek that runs behind our daughter, Janet's house.
There is a golf course between their house and the creek.
This is in Kingston Springs, TN.

Did you wake up this morning
Feeling kind of blue?
Did you wonder if this day
Would be good to you?

Did you find it hard to smile?
Did you fear what this day would bring,
Or did you think God for each blessing
And have a song to sing?

If you think there's something missing
In your life... this day,
Just take a little time
To get on your knees and pray.

When you get back up again...
Think of all the good things you can do
And you will surely know
This day will be good to you!

Freda Fullerton
September 22, 2011

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
Today, We say good-bye to our dear sister, Arlene Himes,
in a memorial that will be a celebration of her life. The
poem I'm posting today, certainly defines Arlene and I
think this is how she would like to be remembered.

What is my lot...
As Christian mother and wife?
Did God promise that there would be
No trials and strife?

Did He promise all glorious days
Filled with sunshine?
No, He promised strength,
And a love so sublime.

If I let Him lead and guide me,
When temptation is near,
He will give me wisdom,
To teach the hearts I hold so dear.

He will dwell within me
And help me understand,
The honor I've chose...
The souls He has placed in my hand.

An honor, far great than oscars,
Or riches untold...
Or earth's precious treasures,
Of silver and gold.

If I walk with him gladly,
As I maintain my home,
He will reach down and bless me
And make me His own.

Really, what greater role
Is there in life...
Than that freely given
As Christian mother and wife.

Freda Fullerton
September 21, 2011

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is NW, Arkansas countryside. It is a view from
the land we once owned. We had 15 acres and when
it came to us that we were never going to move back
there and develop it, we sold it.

On the third day: God called the dry ground "land,"
and the gathered waters he called "seas." And God
saw that it was good. Genesis 1:10

On the third day...
God created the land.
And in a generous gesture,
He gave the land to man.

Wars have been fought,
For its boundaries...
From coast to coast
And from sea to shining sea.

In blood fought battles
Man has conquered man,
All because of a bit of space,
That we all call land.

Farmers feel close to God,
As they till their land.
Nomads love their space
In the desert of the sand.

Sailors, longing for the land,
Shout at the landfall sight,
After many months at sea
And many a stormy night.

Soldiers bravely fight
To keep their land free,
From the rule of a tyrant
And from the enemy.

Let us all be thankful,
For this creation grand,
Take care and appreciate
This space, we call land!

Freda Fullerton
September 20, 2011

Monday, September 19, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is me, getting my feet wet on the shore of
the Dead Sea.
Today's poem is taken from Psalm 113.
I love the Psalm and they have provided so
much inspiration for songs and poems down
through the ages.
Let the name of the Lord be praised
Both now and forevermore.
From the rising of the sun
To where it sets on yonder shore.

The Lord is exalted over all the nations
His glory, found in heaven above.
Who is like you, Lord?
Who else has Your capacity to love?

You Lord, are enthroned on high,
Yet, You stoop to look upon the earth.
You raise the poor from the dust...
And set him with prince's of royal birth.

You raise the lowly on high.
You make the needy Your own.
You shelter them under your wing
And then, You carry them home!

Freda Fullerton
September 19, 2011

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
Cloud formations over Mammoth, CA.

If life seems very tough,
And you think you can't last
Know others care,
And this too shall pass.

It you're in constant pain,
That is so hard to bear.
Know you're not alone
God whispers, "I am near."

If you've lost a loved one,
And God seems far away.
Tell Him all about it...
Get on your knees and pray.

Things never stay the same.
Troubles and sorrow will not last.
Just keep hope in your heart,
For... this too shall pass!

Frda Fullerton
September 18, 2011

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
I lost a dear sister in Christ yesterday, Arlene Himes.
She is in the middle wearing sunglasses. Arlene was
a fellow poet, song writer, entertainer, Bible teacher
retired nurse, but above all she was a Christian wife
and mother, the role she cherished the most. Today
I'm posting one of her poems in her honor.

This morning I looked into the mirror.
A familiar sight to see.
The same familiar face was there
Looking back at me.

The hair somewhat disheveled.
The face pale with tired eyes of blue.
I look more and more like my mother.
Do I see a "crows' foot" or two?

I shall shower and primp and powder and fluff
To look nice and fresh for the day.
I'll dress and comb and spray my hair,
And hope that my hair-do will stay.

But what I am really doing
For this body will soon decay?
Am I doing much more for the outside of me
That I've left Jesus out of my day?

It's good to care for one's body.
For it is God's Temple, we know.
But we must not forget to care for our hearts,
By renewal each day of the soul.

The heart and the soul make one lovely.
No matter what's seen by the rest.
God's love and His kindness shine forth through one's eyes,
And His wisdom will not fail the test.

God's Spirit resides deep within us.
He makes the face glow like the sun.
He takes blemishes, scars and wrinkles away,
And His facial will suit everyone.

Paul writes in his letter in Romans,
About the renewal of minds,
And God's transforming power,
For each one in all mankind.

So, next time you gaze in the mirror.
Try hard to look past hair and skin.
Jesus is standing beside you.
Let God's beauty shine forth from within.
Arlene Himes
Posted by: Freda Fullerton
September 17, 2011

Friday, September 16, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
A sailboat, in the bay of Honolulu, Hawaii.

We may sail the widest ocean,
Climb a mountain tall,
Conquer all the armies,
Both great and small.

We may have such wisdom,
To invent wondrous machines.
We may even live...
To fulfill all our dreams.

We may cure a dread disease,
That has plagued all mankind,
Compose beautiful music,
Restore sight to the blind.

But if in the eyes of God,
We're to be truly great,
We must love our fellowman,
Conquer all our hate.

We must give that extra coat away,
Walk that extra mile,
Do the little menial tasks,
That may not seem worthwhile.

We must be willing to do the things,
That are hidden from this world's view.
We may even have to suffer some,
If God should ask us to.

If the things we do or say,
Are done for name or fame,
Than the things done in life
Have all been done in vain!

Freda Fullerton
September 16, 2011

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is a picture of the Sea of Galilee.

Put your problems in the hands
Of the One who stilled the sea.
Put your problems in the hands
Of the One who said, "Come follow me."

Put your problems in the hands
Of the One who left the grave.
Put your problems in the hands
Of the One with the power to save.

Put your problems in the hands
Of the One who won the victory.
Put your problems in the hands
Of the man from Galilee.

Put your problems in the hands
Of the One who had no sin.
Put your problems in the hands
Of the One who brings peace within!

Freda Fullerton
September 15, 2011

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is some roses in my garden.

I love the smells of early morning.
The smell of fresh dew.
Roses waking up,
As their smells waft to you.

I love the smells of early morning
Of the day waking up.
Coffee as it's brewing,
The taste of my first cup.

I love the smells of early morning,
Bacon frying in the pan.
Cinnamon rolls baking in the oven,
Eat only one, if you can!

I love the smells of early morning,
As the sun comes peeping through.
You can almost small its warmth.
As it rises, in a sky of blue.

I love the smells and sights
that come with each new day.
"Things will be alright,"
Is what they seem to say!

Freda Fullerton
September 14, 2011

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
The poem is about two mocking birds and this picture
is two humming birds. Humming birds are brave little
fighters too.
One summer a humming bird built her nest in our elm
tree, right over our front walkway. We sat on the front
porch and watched her, much to her distress. She would
buzz us to let us know she wasn't pleased with our presence.
One day she kept buzzing the screen door and I said, "I think
she is trying to tell us something." I went outside and sure
enough there was a cat in the yard! I chased the cat away
and she got back on her nest.

I watched two mocking birds
Chase away a crow.
As I watched the scene,
I smiled at the funny, show.

But as I thought of it...
The victory is not always to the strong,
But to the one who has faith,
Who is persistent all along.

We all face our Goliath's,
As David, so long ago
And we must have confidence
As through this world we go.

We must know that each obstacle,
Whether large or small,
Is just a stepping stone,
So that we won't fall.

Hardships strengthens determination
And insures that we won't fail.
In the battles of this life,
With God, we shall prevail!

Freda Fullerton
September 13, 2011

Monday, September 12, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is a sketch of King Solomon, by Rembrant.
Solomon asked God for wisdom and God gave it
to him, however later in life, he was tempted away
from God by his idolatrous wives. A good lesson
for us all. If the wisest man who ever lived could
lose his wisdom, so could we!

Does not come with age.
A head full of gray hair,
Does not make one a sage.

The kind that's pure and true
Is a gift form God,
That He will bestow on you.

And knowledge that this world seeks,
Is foolishness with God...
So the Good Book speaks.

We may know a lot of facts,
Have many scholarly abilities,
But the wisdom that comes from God
Comes with humility.

Freda Fullerton
September 12, 2011

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This beautiful picture of the Twin Towers was taken by our
son-in-law, Richard Walker. "May we never forget!"
Today please fly your flag in remembrance of those who
lost their lives ten years ago today.

September the eleventh, changed the lives
Of not just a few.
Gone forever is the peace,
That was this country's view.

We thought home-soil,
Would be forever safe,
That the freedom we enjoyed,
Would never lose its place.

When soldiers returned to America,
We breathed a sigh of relief.
They were no longer in danger,
Was our naive belief.

September the eleventh,
Gave us food for thought.
We must be ever vigilant,
May enemies within be caught!

So, as we pause to remember,
Those who lost their lives that day,
May we never, never forget...
America is here to STAY!

Freda Fullerton
September 11, 2011

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is a picture of our daughter, Janet and her son, Jeremy.
Jeremy is about to befriend those two ducks at a park in Rhode
Island. Jeremy is now 24 and in medical school. He loved animals
so much, I thought he would be a vet when he grew up!

If someone should stumble
And fall by the way,
Who if not I,
Should befriend them today?

If someone should fail
And sink into sin,
Who if not I,
Should entreat him to try once again?

If someone's discouraged,
And seems to lack faith,
Who if not I,
Should bid him seek God's dear face?

If I had his burden
And sorrow to bear,
Would I have plunged further,
In depths of despair?

I'll judge not another,
Till I've shouldered his load,
For I may find that the pathway,
Leads down the same road!

Freda Fullerton
September 10, 2011

Friday, September 9, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is King Ludwig's Castle in Bavarian Germany.
It is said that this castle inspired Walt Disney to
build "Sleeping Beauty's Castle," at Disneyland.
It is set in the mountains and is very inspiring!

Today's Scripture:
I tell you that in the same way there will be
rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents
than ninety-nine who do not need to repent.
Luke 15:7

What inspires you?
Is it beautiful mountains and streams?
A field of wildflowers,
Or family scenes?

Do you get excited
About big houses and big cars?
Do you follow the schedules
Of movie and TV stars?

All of these things are inspiring
And not wrong, in their way,
But we need to be inspired
By our Savior today.

So, what should inspire us?
God's message, being retold,
About Jesus' saving power
And rejoicing in each saved soul!

Freda Fullerton
September 9, 2011

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is another calendar picture, depicting some of a
gardener's tools, although there is no pruning shears
present. The Master Gardner uses much different tools
to prune his branches.
Scripture: I am the vine and my father is the gardener.
He prunes so that it (branches) will be even more fruitful.
John 15: 1-2

Are you being pruned,
By the Master Gardener's touch?
Are things not going right,
You feel the pressure is just too much?

You think God has gone away
And left you all alone?
That He can't be found,
No matter where you roam?

Know He hasn't left you
And pruning He will do,
Because you are His child
And He surely does love you.

Earthly fathers, you know,
If they love, will not spare the rod.
So, we are disciplined and pruned
By our Loving God!
Freda Fullerton
September 8, 2011

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is a calendar picture, but it certainly depicts simpler times!

A penny candy
And a nickel ice cream cone.
Simpler times....
When crime in neighborhood's were unknown.

Kids were free to roam around,
Looking for pop bottles to redeem,
For a matinee movie,
Or a double-dip ice cream.

Doctors were your friends.
They often made house calls.
You had a corner drug-store.
No one had heard of malls.

You were lucky to have a room,
Shared by a sibling or two.
Simpler times....
When you knew everyone on the avenue.

Respect of God and country
Were not just shared by few,
The majority of this nation,
Held this honored view.

So, let's get back to simpler times,
Before computers, cell phones and such,
When neighbors were really neighbors
And families kept in touch!

Freda Fullerton
September 7

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This was a first day of school for our son, John and the neighborhood kids.
John is on the far right. "Time gets away!"
Today is the first day of school for many on the west coast, so today's poem
is a prayer for all the children that are in school today.

Father, they can't pray to you
When they're in school today,
So I'm praying for them...
Please hear what I have to say.

I ask for Your guidance,
For each boy and each girl.
I ask that You protect them
From the dangers of this world.

Even though You will not be welcome,
I beg You to be there,
To be their guard and shield,
This is my constant prayer.

Guide them in their travels.
In each school may there be peace.
Give hope and reassurance
For the biggest to the least.

Freda Fullerton
September 6, 2011


Monday, September 5, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This picture is the lab at Kraft foods in Buena Park, CA.
(it is no longer there) I worked there for 15 years and the
last 8 years I did the bacteriological work. That's me on
the far right, sitting over a microscope. I thought since today
is "Labor Day." This picture is a good choice.
Today's Scripture: Unless the Lord builds the house, its
builders labor in vain. Psalm 127:1

Today we celebrate "Labor Day."
Labor means different things to many.
To some it is a job to keep,
Earning each and ever penny.

To some it means following a dream,
Their ambitions, their talents and such
It is not labor to them,
It is a career that they love so much.

To others it is a striving,
For notice and or fame,
They labor long and hard,
To make themselves a name.

To some it is an honest living,
They work for those they love,
Praising God for the blessings
That are sent from up above.

It matters not the effort
Our labor will be in vain,
If we do not follow Jesus
And praise His Holy Name!
Freda Fullerton
September 5, 2011

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is Thomas kinkade print. God showers us with blessings
all the time, but sometimes we're like the woman in the picture,
we wear an umbrella over our lives and fail to look up and see
the blessings he showers down upon us!
"I will send down showers in season; there will be showers of
blessings." Ezekiel 34:26

I will send down showers of blessings
To those that follow Me,
Showers of love and mercy,
I will bestow on thee.

I will call you My child
And lavish you with love,
There will be showers of blessings,
Sent from My storehouse above.

I will make you an heir to My Kingdom,
You will be part of My royal family,
There will be showers of blessings,
This I do decree.

Not because you are wise or good,
Not because of who you are, you see,
There will be showers of blessings,
Because you follow Me!

Freda Fullerton
September 4, 2011  

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is a picture of my Aunt Ethel and Uncle "Dock," Ray Pitts. They
celebrated 74 years of marriage the day before he died. They are both
gone now, but the legacy they left behind will be forever and that's
good NEWS!

Good news~~bad news...
The evening news on TV,
We see murders and other crimes,
But good news we seldom see.

They announce tornadoes, floods,
Hollywood break-ups, you see,
But never long lasting marriages,
Some more that a half a century.

We hear of abandoned babies,
Youths that are on drugs.
We don't see the excited new mothers,
Or the youths that every day, give help and hugs.

We do not hear of the prayers in the sick-room,
Or on the battle field,
But we hear of the protesters,
That march, storm and yell.

Would it not be wonderful
To have one station with these views,
That miracles happen every day,
And see kindness make the evening NEWS!

Freda Fullerton
September 3, 2011

Friday, September 2, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is another view of Jerusalem, from the Mt. Olives.
Some believe that this is where Jesus will return and restore
his kingdom in this city. But here is how I read the Scripture
about his return: "We who are still alive and are left, will be
caught up in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And we
will be with the Lord forever." 1 Thessalonians 4:17

Would you be ready for the Lord to return,
If He should come tomorrow?
Would you welcome Him with shouts of joy,
Or would you be filled with fear and sorrow?

Would you be the one to meet Him,
With the saints up in the sky,
Or would you sadly be rejected,
And left standing idly by?

Now is the time to own Him
There is danger if you wait,
For if He returns tomorrow
And you're not ready... it's too late!

(Something to think about)
Freda Fullerton
September 2, 2011

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:
This is Victoria Falls, on the Zambezi River in Africa.
This spectacular picture was taken at night by a missionary
friend. It has a very out of this world quality!

Do you sometimes feel out of place,
That this world is not your home,
You do not fit in...
No matter where you roam?

Do you find that worldly people
March to a different tune, it seems
That you are out of step,
With worldly thoughts and dreams?

Do you find that Christians are not favored
And are even ridiculed,
For the fact that they believe
In keeping the golden rule?

When Christians make mistakes,
They're held up for the world to see
And are mocked and accused..
Of such hypocrisy.

You must remember:
Christ did not fit in the world He lived in
And He was even hated,
Because he renounced sin.

Christ gave this warning,
If you take up your cross you see,
This world will surely hate you,
Just as they hate me.

Freda Fullerton
September 1, 2011