Restoration in progress..

sometimes, it really is just a plain "um... DUH."

yet some call it legalism. but i'm pretty sure it's called common sense. come on, people!

"EVANGELIST: ...I have sowed, and you have reaped; and the day is coming, when “both he that soweth, and they that reap, shall rejoice together,” John 4:36; that is, if you hold out: “for in due season ye shall reap, if ye faint not.” Gal. 6:9. The crown is before you, and it is an incorruptible one; “so run that ye may obtain it.” 1 Cor. 9:24-27. Some there be that set out for this crown, and after they have gone far for it, another comes in and takes it from them: “hold fast, therefore, that you have; let no man take your crown.” Rev. 3:11. You are not yet out of the gunshot of the devil; “you have not resisted unto blood, striving against sin.” Let the kingdom be always before you, and believe steadfastly concerning the things that are invisible. Let nothing that is on this side the other world get within you. And, above all, look well to your own hearts and to the lusts thereof; for they are “deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.” Set your faces like a flint; you have all power in heaven and earth on your side."

-John Bunyan, "Pilgrim's Progress"

http://www.ccel.org/ccel/bunyan/pilgrim.iv.vi.html

"Wash me, Savior, or I die!"

ROCK OF AGES
CCLI# 5718272
Lyrics by Augustus M. Toplady, 1776 © Public Domain
Music by Thomas Hastings 1830 © Public Domain, Page CXVI, and David Wilton - Limo Cat Publishing (SESAC) © 2010
Arranged by Page CXVI and David Wilton - Limo Cat Publishing (SESAC) © 2010

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed.
Be of sin the double cure.
Save from wrath and make me pure.

Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy lawʼs demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling.
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace.
Foul, I to the fountain fly;

Wash me, Savior, or I die.
Wash me, Savior, or I die
Wash me, Savior, or I die
Wash me, wash me, Savior, or I die
Wash me, Savior, or I die

Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee.
Wash me, Savior, or I die.