Easter View Out The Front Window 4/12/2020

Have you ever considered the historical fact that Jesus Christ, the son of God, rose from the dead three days after He was crucified? It is a fact that changed the world and still changes lives today. Praise God that He conquered death, hell and the grave!

Here is my favorite poem.

He Wouldn’t Stay Dead

by: Willard G. Thomas

They laid His body in Joseph’s new tomb

And filled His disciples with sorrow and gloom

They did not remember what He had said

That He would die, but He wouldn’t stay dead

Mary came at the break of day

And found the stone was rolled away

She saw an angel and in terror fled

And told His disciples that He didn’t stay dead.

In that cold dark tomb He would not stay

He conquered death and walked away

And now that old grave has lost its fear and dread

He lives again! He wouldn’t stay dead

Full atonement and pardon were made

And forever the sin debt was marked fully paid

The price was His blood as it flowed crimson red

And I’m thankful today that He didn’t stay dead!

Let’s go to our churches and cry aloud

Let’s go to the marketplace and talk to the crowd

Let’s go to the mission fields that lie up ahead

And tell the whole world that He didn’t stay dead!

Because if Jesus Christ had only died

Then the gulf between us and God would still be wide

But thank God He did what He said

He got up out of the ground, He couldn’t stay dead!

Last Stanza by Davy Boggs

May God bless you with a great day! Thank you for spending a few minutes with us.

Davy

A Special Day - June 17, 2018

Today is a special day for several reasons, but it is especially special because it is Father's Day. May God bless all of the Dads reading today.

I have a special tribute that I am posting to my Dad today. I have posted this poem on multiple occasions and I mean every word of it.

I love you, Dad.

.

You Taught Me

Dad, you bought me a bike when I was three and taught me how to ride.

You pushed a while and then let go, I thought you were beside.

You said I picked it up real quick and said I went fast too.

Dad, my only dream when I was young was to go half as fast as you.

-

You taught me how to bat and how to throw a ball.

While others came to play the game, You said “son, give it your all”.

I loved it Dad when the crowd would scream, “hit it out of here”.

But, Dad, I hit that ball with all my might just to hear you cheer.

-

You taught me how to swim and dive. We had so much fun.

You’d bury me up to my neck in the sand and bake me in the sun.

You’d throw us in and jump in too, we’d scream and splash and shout.

When the sun went down and we had to go home, you had to nearly pull us out.

-

Playing football in the fall, I’d run and push and fight.

I’d work all week and kill myself to play on Friday night.

Every game I’d push the limit trying to do my best.

You were standing at the thirty-yard line, I wanted to pass your test.

-

You taught me how to work, Dad, although I didn’t like it then.

You taught me the value of a hard days work, when to save and when to spend.

You taught me to respect other people and how to put others first.

To say sir and mam, please and thank-you, to see people at their best and not their worst.

-

There’s one thing you’ve taught me often, Dad, that I’ve been slow to learn.

“Take care of the name I’ve given you son, It’s something I’ve had to earn.”

There’s been several times, through the years, when my head’s hung in shame.

When I’ve drug the name you’ve given me through the mud. I know it’s caused you pain.

-

But you’ve been faithful to me, through the good times and the bad.

When you should have left me in defeat, You’ve been there for me Dad.

You were there to pick up the pieces, though I lost when I should have won.

The greatest thing you’ve taught me Dad is how deeply you love your son.

-

The bats and balls and other things have faded in the past.

I’m trying to trade these temporal things for something that will last.

I’m sure I’ve got a lot to learn. I’ve only just begun.

But the greatest thing you’ve taught me, Papa, is how deeply The Father Loves His sons.

Davy Boggs

This is our view out the front window at Roadrunner RV Park in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.

I hope you have a great Sunday. Thank you for sharing a few moments of it with us.

Davy

He Wouldn't Stay Dead - Easter 2018

Have you ever considered the historical fact that Jesus Christ, the son of God, rose from the dead thee days after He was crucified? It is a fact that changed the world and still changes lives today. Praise God that He conquered death, hell and the grave!

Here is my favorite poem.

He Wouldn’t Stay Dead

by:Willard G. Thomas

They laid His body in Joseph’s new tomb

And filled His disciples with sorrow and gloom

They did not remember what He had said

That He would die, but He wouldn’t stay dead

Mary came at the break of day

And found the stone was rolled away

She saw an angel and in terror fled

And told His disciples that He didn’t stay dead.

In that cold dark tomb He would not stay

He conquered death and walked away

And now that old grave has lost it’s fear and dread

He lives again! He wouldn’t stay dead

Full atonement and pardon were made

And forever the sin debt was marked fully paid

The price was His blood as it flowed crimson red

And I’m thankful today that He didn’t stay dead!

Let’s go to our churches and cry aloud

Let’s go to the marketplace and talk to the crowd

Let’s go to the mission fields that lie up ahead

And tell the whole world that He didn’t stay dead!

Because if Jesus Christ had only died

Then the gulf between us and God would still be wide

But thank God He did what He said

He got up out of the ground, He couldn’t stay dead!

Last Stanza by Davy Boggs

View Out The Front Window

This was our view out the front window Thursday evening after we arrived at East Tennessee Luxury Coach in Vonore, Tennessee.

Here are all the links to our posts from the last week. Please take a moment to check them out.

Odie's Saturday Evening Post

Revival In Pictures - Douglas, Alabama

The BoggsMobile - 10 Years and Counting

Vintage View Vednesday

Today's House Headlines

Weekend Woundup and Weview

Today is Resurrection Sunday and we happily spend it with our friends at Beechfork Holiness Church near Wartburg, Tennessee. It is going to be a great day!

Thank you for dropping by today. I hope you have a blessed Sunday.

Davy

You Taught Me - A Father's Day Poem

Check out our posts from this last week at the links below.

Odie's Saturday Post

New Miami, Ohio - Revival In Pictures

Working On A Building and Revival

Another Helping Hand From Mississippi

Newsletter

Weekend Wound Up and Weview #24

Happy Father's Day to my Dad and to all the Dad's reading. God bless you on your special day. My regular Sunday post is below the poem for all the Dads and my Dad in particular. I wrote this to honor him many, many years ago.

You Taught Me

Dad, you bought me a bike when I was three and taught me how to ride.

You pushed a while and then let go, I thought you were beside.

You said I picked it up real quick and said I went fast too.

Dad, my only dream when I was young was to go half as fast as you.

You taught me how to bat and how to throw a ball.

While others came to play the game, You said “son, give it your all”.

I loved it Dad when the crowd would scream, “hit it out of here”.

But, Dad, I hit that ball with all my might just to hear you cheer.

You taught me how to swim and dive.  We had so much fun.

You’d bury me up to my neck in the sand and bake me in the sun.

You’d throw us in and jump in too, we’d scream and splash and shout.

When the sun went down and we had to go home, you had to nearly pull us out.

Playing football in the fall, I’d run and push and fight.

I’d work all week and kill myself to play on Friday night.

Every game I’d push the limit trying to do my best.

You were standing at the thirty-yard line, I wanted to pass your test.

You taught me how to work, Dad, although I didn’t like it then.

You taught me the value of a hard days work, when to save and when to spend.

You taught me to respect other people and how to put others first.

To say sir and mam, please and thank-you, to see people at their best and not their worst.

There’s one thing you’ve taught me often, Dad, that I’ve been slow to learn.

“Take care of the name I’ve given you son, It’s something I’ve had to earn.”

There’s been several times, through the years, when my head’s hung in shame.

When I’ve drug the name you’ve given me through the mud. I know it’s caused you pain.

But you’ve been faithful to me, through the good times and the bad.

When you should have left me in defeat, You’ve been there for me Dad.

You were there to pick up the pieces, though I lost when I should have won.

The greatest thing you’ve taught me Dad is how deeply you love your son.

The bats and balls and other things have faded in the past.

I’m trying to trade these temporal things for something that will last.

I’m sure I’ve got a lot to learn.  I’ve only just begun.

But the greatest thing you’ve taught me, Papa, is how deeply The Father Loves His sons.

Davy Boggs

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He Wouldn’t Stay Dead - Easter 2017

Easter 2016 we were in Quartzsite, Arizona. 







Easter 2015 we were in Evansville, Indiana. 







Easter 2014 was the last Easter we were home. 







We were home unexpectedly that Easter because Odie had gone completely blind in her left eye. We had canceled revivals to come home in order for Odie to seek medical help. Easter Sunday was the eighth day of her blindness. 

It was a dark and difficult week for us. We were never more aware of the biblical fact that "fear hath torment." What did we do? We went to church and celebrated the resurrection of the Lord Jesus Christ in spite of the darkness. He rose from the dead and conquered death, hell and the grave and our personal circumstances will never change that fact!

By Monday night, God began to turn the situation around and the resurrected Savior brought victory once again! We praised Him for the resurrection even though we felt more like cowering in fear. He turned our mourning to dancing and we are still rejoicing. Thanks be unto God for our resurrected Lord! 

Odie told about all of that from her perspective yesterday.

Today we bring you our Easter tradition on Boggsblogs.com. I am posting our annual Easter poem on this beautiful Resurrection Sunday. I hope you enjoy it!

I have quoted this poem in my preaching for many, many years and it thrills me yet today. It was written by a Baptist preacher named Willard G. Thomas from Georgia. I heard him quote it in person long years ago. It spoke to me then and it speaks to me every time I think of it. I love this poem. I added the last stanza when I started quoting it myself.

May God bless you on this Easter. 

If you are not a Christian, may you be moved by the fact that Jesus Christ died for you and then got up out of the grave for you as well. Thank God! He arose! Take a moment to think about it all.

Davy

He Wouldn’t Stay Dead

by:Willard G. Thomas

They laid His body in Joseph’s new tomb

And filled His disciples with sorrow and gloom

They did not remember what He had said

That He would die, but He wouldn’t stay dead

Mary came at the break of day

And found the stone was rolled away

She saw an angel and in terror fled

And told His disciples that He didn’t stay dead

In that cold dark tomb He would not stay

He conquered death and walked away

And now that old grave has lost it’s fear and dread

He lives again! He wouldn’t stay dead

Full atonement and pardon were made

And forever the sin debt was marked fully paid

The price was His blood as it flowed crimson red

And I’m thankful today that He didn’t stay dead!

Let’s go to our churches and cry aloud

Let’s go to the marketplace and talk to the crowd

Let’s go to the mission fields that lie up ahead

And tell the whole world that He didn’t stay dead!

Because if Jesus Christ had only died

Then the gulf between us and God would still be wide

But thank God He did what He said

He got up out of the ground, He couldn’t stay dead!

Last Stanza by Davy Boggs

I Believe In The Blood!

I love Pastor Shad McDonald's preaching. He is a dear friend but it is much more than friendship that attracts me to his preaching. God uses him to speak to me and very often I find myself looking for a place to pray while I am listening. THAT is a very good thing!

Several years ago Bro. Shad was given a subject for the Pentecostal Fire Youth Conference. The theme of the conference was "I Believe" and his subject was "I Believe In The Blood." 

The message he preached that year was outstanding and it ministered greatly to our family although we were not there to hear it in person.You could feel the electricity in the room coming through the recording.

Praise God that God's only begotten son, Jesus Christ came and paid the perfect price for our sin. Without the shedding of blood there is no remission of sin. The Son of God shed His pure sinless blood to wash away the sins of the whole world! Hallelujah!

In that sermon Bro. Shad quoted a poem that he wrote entitled "I Believe In The Blood." I used his poem, with permission, in the sermon I recorded several years ago for our Christmas CD called "He Came-The Gospel of Christmas." 

I have also used the poem many times in revival and tent revival sermons and I will probably continue to do so until the day that I die. It effects me that much! I have posted it here on the blog before as well, but I think it is about time to share it here again.

I hope you enjoy every word. Thank you for stopping in today.

Davy

I Believe In The Blood

Shad McDonald

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Atones and Assures

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Bought and Blesses

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Cleanses and Consecrates

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Dissolves and Delivers

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Emancipates and Eradicates

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Frees and Furnishes

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Glorious and Great

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Healing and Holy

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Immaculate and Infinite

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Just and Justifying

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Keeping and Kingly

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Liberating and Lovely

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Marvelous and Mysterious

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Necessary and Noble

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Obliterates and Overcomes

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Pardons and Purifies

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Quickens and Qualifies

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Redeems and Revives

I believe The Blood of The Lamb Saves and Sanctifies

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Trustworthy and Triumphant

I belive The Blood of The Lamb is Unadulterated and Unequaled

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Valuable and Vital

I believe The Blood of The Lamb is Worthy and Wonderful

I believe The Blood of The Lamb eXpunges and eXterminates

Yes, The Blood of the Lamb, The Blood of Jesus Christ was Yielded up that we might be saved.

And He took our sins that were Zillions and now they are Zero!

They are Nil!

They are Nonexistent!

They are Nothing!

They are None!

Your sins and mine.

They are gone forever!

He Wouldn't Stay Dead - Easter 2016

Today's post is a special Easter post. We are fully vested in tradition around here and this one dates back to at least 2011 on the blog and mid 1990's in reality. Wiith that in mind we bring you our Easter tradition on Boggsblogs.com. I am posting our annual Easter poem on this beautiful Resurrection Sunday. I hope you enjoy it!

I have quoted this poem in my preaching for many, many years and it thrills me yet today. It was written by a Baptist preacher named Willard G. Thomas from Georgia. I heard him quote it in person long years ago. It spoke to me then and it speaks to me every time I think of it. I love this poem. I added the last stanza when I started quoting it myself.

May God bless you on this Easter. If you are not a Christian, may you be moved by the fact that Jesus Christ died for you and then got up out of the grave for you as well. Thank God He arose! Take a moment to think about it all.

Davy

He Wouldn’t Stay Dead

by:Willard G. Thomas

They laid His body in Joseph’s new tomb

And filled His disciples with sorrow and gloom

They did not remember what He had said

That He would die, but He wouldn’t stay dead

Mary came at the break of day

And found the stone was rolled away

She saw an angel and in terror fled

And told His disciples that He didn’t stay dead

In that cold dark tomb He would not stay

He conquered death and walked away

And now that old grave has lost it’s fear and dread

He lives again! He wouldn’t stay dead

Full atonement and pardon were made

And forever the sin debt was marked fully paid

The price was His blood as it flowed crimson red

And I’m thankful today that He didn’t stay dead!

Let’s go to our churches and cry aloud

Let’s go to the marketplace and talk to the crowd

Let’s go to the mission fields that lie up ahead

And tell the whole world that He didn’t stay dead!

Because if Jesus Christ had only died

Then the gulf between us and God would still be wide

But thank God He did what He said

He got up out of the ground, He couldn’t stay dead!

Last Stanza by Davy Boggs