. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. VE had a fearful conflict Jane, With self and sin today,And Satan for a time appeared, To have the right of know I am a child of God, And by his Spirit led,But Im again reminded, Jane, The old mans not yet dead. have a hasty temper, Jane, As you are well aware,Which sometimes gets the best of me; Its Satans easiest by the grace of God I know, My nature Ill subdue,And be as gentle, kind and sweet And patient, Jane, as you. III. I spent an hour this afternoon, Down in the barn in prayer,For patience to enable me, My trials all to
. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. VE had a fearful conflict Jane, With self and sin today,And Satan for a time appeared, To have the right of know I am a child of God, And by his Spirit led,But Im again reminded, Jane, The old mans not yet dead. have a hasty temper, Jane, As you are well aware,Which sometimes gets the best of me; Its Satans easiest by the grace of God I know, My nature Ill subdue,And be as gentle, kind and sweet And patient, Jane, as you. III. I spent an hour this afternoon, Down in the barn in prayer,For patience to enable me, My trials all to that God had heard my plea, And that hed faithful prove,I set about my evening chores, Strong in his faith and love. know, Jane, how that brindle cow Has oft my patience tried,And painfully revealed the fact, Im not yet now as I sat down to milk, I felt a peace within,Im sure that cow could not disturb, Nor all the hosts of -•^^•^ Blasts From The Rams Horn 145 She wound her tail around my neck A dozen times or more;Then stuck her foot inside the pail, As oft shed done Jane, though trying the ordeal, I camly stood the test;And not a wave of temper rolled, Across my peaceful breast. thoughts still fixed on things above, Where my possessions lie,Jane, sudden as the lightnings flash, That cow let both feet followed, dear, no tongue could tell, No mortal pen could write;It seemed as if that critters feet, Were charged with dynamite. VII. Well, as I lay there prostrate, Jane, Well nigh a total wreck,I own my faith and peace received, A temporary although Satan pressed me sore, And hope seemed almost gone^I gained the grandest victory, A Christian ever won.
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