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NASB | Romans 12:2 And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect. |
AMPLIFIED 2015 | Romans 12:2 And do not be conformed to this world [any longer with its superficial values and customs], but be transformed and progressively changed [as you mature spiritually] by the renewing of your mind [focusing on godly values and ethical attitudes], so that you may prove [for yourselves] what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect [in His plan and purpose for you]. |
Subject: RELIGION HOMEWORK HELP |
Bible Note: Magdalene's Story He came. That's all I know. He came! When evening shadows darkly fell athwart The stony pavement of the lonely stree, I felt the damps ofnight upon my heart. Grey, dismal clouds draped low the darkening sky; Within my soul sin left its bitter smart; Deep, gushing tears came holy to my eye. And then He came! I heard the footfall of His holy feet Upon the pavement of the quiet street. He knew. That's all I know. He knew! His face was lighted with a look of love So great and true that my weak heart grew strong! Before His presence I could only kneel, As on my head He placed a soothing hand. I could not see His face, but I could feel His virtue in my soul. A soft breexe fanned My aching head. He did not storm nor chide me for the fall-- He drew me to Himself, and that was all. He sopke. That's all I know. He spoke. his voice was soft and low. It brought me rest. I knew that He had missed me -- missed my love; There was a note of sadness in His word Of pardon, as it fell upon my ear. A wondrous impulse in my bosom stirred; A strain from some bright angel's song came near. My Master spoke. The brassy skies were rent above my head; It seemed I had been ransomed from the dead! He loved. That's all I know. He loved! Suppose a flame of wrath had swept His face--! Suppose God's thunder should have filled His voice --! If He had cried God's judgements on my home -- Had called the fire from off the Great White Throne On my dark, tangled garden in the gloam, So weird and apectral, with weeds overgrown-- He had been just! Instead, He did not speak of my disgrace; He only brought me back to God's embrace! He helps. That's all I know. He helps! Still down the quiet, narrow street He comes To visit, when the day gets old and grey-- When evening star lights up its modest lamp. Through night and day I hear His faithful feet Walk softly in the home. And though I tramp To distant towns and tread some crowded street. I meet Him there, HE HELPS ME DAILY BEAT BACK THE NIGHT! He leads me on to everlasting light! ---Philip J Cleveland |