the precious blood of Christ

[crookedfingers]

It is 2:29 PM Saturday afternoon. It is 47 degrees and cloudy. Maybe next week we will see the sun. I am not feeling well so I will make this short. I got up this morning around 7:30 AM. When I came upstairs I found Carol GONE. She left early this morning to have breakfast with a friend and then go grocery shopping.

I spent the morning feeling panic attacks and was glad when Carol got home, but I thought I might lose it. I took a Xanax and then sat in the living room trying to not flip out. Right now I am very sleepy do to taking Xanax. I plan to take another Xanax around 3 o'clock PM. I have not been feeling well the last couple of weeks. I think I am overwhelmed by ALL the bad news coming from the world. I do not look forward to another four years of Trump being President. I do not look forward to living in this fallen wicked world these days. I wake-up dreading being exposed once again to a sick wicked world. I makes me sick inside knowing Christians voted for Trump. It makes me sick inside seeing all around me death, war, and wickedness.

Carol and I did leave the house this morning to deliver a batch of cookies to a cousin of Carol's and then to visit Bluestocking Book Shoppe/they were having a Dollar Bag Sale-I bought these old used books for one dollar-

"William Faulkner" literary study by Frederick J. Hoffman

"Twenty-One Stories' by Graham Greene

"Invitation To Sociology: A Humanistic Perspective" by Peter L. Berger

"Galatians: Paul's Charter of Christian Freedom" NT Commentary by Leon Morris

"The Age Of Revolution And Reaction, 1789-1850" Second Edition by Charles Breunig

"The Christian Philosophy of Saint Augustine" by Etienne Gilson

"The Messiah Of Stockholm" novela by Cynthia Ozick

"Backgrounds of American Literary Thought: by Rod. W. Horton & Herbert W. Edwards

"Human Croquet" A Novel by Kate Atkinson

"Letters To Olga June 1970-1982" by Vaclav Havel Translated from the Czech with an Introduction by Paul Wilson

It is 2:44 PM Saturday afternoon and I will close. I have been mainly reading today when not about to crack-up, "Meditations On The Life And Passion Of Christ" by John Tauler. Last night Carol and I watched college football till 10:15 PM/had our nightly devotions and then closed with prayer. I then went down into the lower depths and read till 11:10 PM, "Going Native" A Novel by Stephen Wright.

What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Je­sus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Je­sus.

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Oh! pre­cious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No oth­er fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Je­sus.

For my par­don, this I see,
Nothing but the blood of Je­sus;
For my cleans­ing this my plea,
Nothing but the blood of Je­sus.

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Nothing can for sin atone,
Nothing but the blood of Je­sus;
Naught of good that I have done,
Nothing but the blood of Je­sus.

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This is all my hope and peace,
Nothing but the blood of Je­sus;
This is all my right­eous­ness,
Nothing but the blood of Je­sus.

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Now by this I’ll ov­er­come-
Nothing but the blood of Je­sus,
Now by this I’ll reach my home-
Nothing but the blood of Je­sus.

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Glory! Glo­ry! This I sing-
Nothing but the blood of Je­sus,
All my praise for this I bring-
Nothing but the blood of Je­sus.

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