The Son

There was once a father and son. They were both painters. They lived in Europe. One day that so had to go to the Army, the father was very distressed about his son's leaving. He felt very lonelly at times. One day, a soldier came to the door and told to the father that his son died in the war. This soldier had a picture with him and he said this to the father: I have with me a picture of your son that I drew of him beofre he died... I am not so good at drawing. One day while we were on the frontlines fighting, a soldier from the other camp, from the enemy’s side came to me, and he was about to shoot me, when your son jumped in front of the bullet and he took it and died instead of me. I respected and loved your son a lot. He was more than a brother to me. We were very close to each other during the war time. He gave me your address to come to see you and tell you how much he loved you.

The father wept and cried for days on, over his son’s death. He took the picture of his son, that the younger soldier has drew and put it in the middle of the room, and whenever he missed his son he looked at it. Towards the end of his life, he wrote a testament and gave it to his lawyer. One day the famous painter died, and his lawyer, organized an auction. At that auction, many, many famous and reach people came.

Everybody was excited about this auction, and they thought that when they will go home they will be very rich. The auction started with the first painting, and it was the sketch that the soldier made of the sun. The auction started with the selling of this sketch starting from five dollars. The rich people were not happy with this painting and wanted to get over with it and move to the real stuff. And they started shouting:
- Get this ugly painting away from here!

Then the lawyer, asked:
-Is there no one that wants to buy this painting, not even for just five dollars? And then suddenly, inside the room came the soldier and said:
-Sir I will buy this painting, I knew the sun! Sir, I don’t have a lot of money, I am pour I only have five dollars. This is all I have, but please give me that painting. I love it. I love the sun, he died for me!!!

Then the lawyer said:
- Going once, going twice the painting is sold! Its going to the young soldier,.... then he added: -The auction is officially over now.
Everybody was surprised and they all started mumbling and grumbling about this, saying it is impossible.
-How can the auction be over? We just got here! Isn’t there more? Where is the rest, where are all the other paintings that we came here for?
The lawyer looked at them and said:
- The father said in his testament that whoever buys the son’s painting will take all of it and all the other paintings. Whoever takes the son inherits it all.So with this all the rich man, left with nothing.

So it is with God, when he says: Whoever will it take and believe in his son shall inherit the Kingdome of Heaven. Whoever does not believe in his son shall perish and wil be thrown out in the lake of fire for ever.

You are my everything

So many times I try to think of You
So many times I try to reach You
But so many things try to pull me down
This world it's fighting too hard to keep me calm
You try to pull me up and they drag me down
I can’t fight this Lord...all on my own.
You have to come and rescue me from this realm.

I fought so hard so long with the world
I fought wars and battles with my self
And when I finally realised my power's are out
Than it all came clear to me
That you have promised a way out
Than I gasped and said to Thee
Lord I'm done; the devils have warned me out
You're will in my life be done.

You're strength was there all along
Just for me to see and stretch my hand
To grab your hand and have it all for free
But ohhh ..no...I had to do it all my self
I though I was strong enough to carry everywhere
My mountain of burdens, instead of giving it all to Thee.

Now I know and am ready to give it all up
For a higher purpose to live is what I need
I know I’m not worthy of You're call
On my knees in repentance now I plead
To have mercy, look how inside now I bleed
Make my ego die down so you can exalt me
And so in this I could find peace with Thee
I haven’t been a good child I do agree
In front of your mighty throne I shall crawl
Take my pour heart again and mend it all up.
And keep me close to your bosom so can never fall.


You are the Father to me that I never had
You took my earthly parent to give me one in heaven,
You were a friend to me when mine’s have abandoned me.
You are everything to me, but mostly You’re the One,
For many have promised to give me the moon for an expensive fee
You never asked for anything but you gave all you had
You took me by the hand and showed me heaven,
Whispered in my ear that this is my home forever.