Poems by Ruth Bell Graham

Look o’er the fields about you — riveted, hilled with graves; no one can count the number of those who perished as slaves; slaves to the sin they were born in, knowing not God or His Light; died without God’s great salvation, died in the darkness of night. Look o’er …

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NO SHOTS FIRED

The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride.  Ecclesiastes 7:8 Hunting season is upon us, and taken very seriously by some while completely ignored by others.  Take Neil and myself for instance, the only ‘wild game’ we ever killed were mice or …

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