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It Is More Blessed to Give Than to Receive



Acts 20:34-36King James Version (KJV)

34 Yea, ye yourselves know, that these hands have ministered unto my necessities, and to them that were with me.
35 I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive.
36 And when he had thus spoken, he kneeled down, and prayed with them all.

Dear Friends,

The hymn below although an older one was unfamiliar to me.  I hope that its message will provide thoughtful meditation and encouragement for you as it has for me.

in Christ,
Sis. Stephanie

 Is Your Life a Channel Of Blessing - James George Deck (Public Domain)

 Is your life a channel of blessing?
Is the love of God flowing through you?
Are you telling the lost of the Savior?
Are you ready His service to do? Make me a channel of blessing today,
Make me a channel of blessing, I pray;
My life possessing, my service blessing,
  Make me a channel of blessing today.
2
Is your life a channel of blessing?
Are you burdened for those that are lost?
Have you urged upon those who are straying,
The Savior who died on the cross?
3
We cannot be channels of blessing
If our lives are not free from all sin;
We will barriers be and a hindrance
To those we are trying to win.

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