Sunday, April 19, 2009

Exit 7 Bordentown Jesus

Quincy Adams, Thomas Paine and the King of Naples and Spain, Joseph Bonaparte all called this humble town of Bordentown home. It is now known as the little town with all those churches.

Strolling down that quaint little Farnsworth Avenue with its sweet shops and churches got me thinking of those songs with the sweet Jesus lyrics:

Every day with Jesus is sweeter than the day before.
Every day with Jesus, I love Him more and more;
Jesus saves and keeps me, and He's the One I'm waiting for.
Every day with Jesus is sweeter than the day before.

Sweet Jesus, my Savior,you are my faithful friend You made me, you know me You see my every sin And my soul is amazed by this gift of your grace And these arms that take me in Sweet Jesus, my Savior, You are my faithful friend.

Jesus is the sweetest name I know,
And He’s just the same as His lovely Name,
And that’s the reason why I love Him so;
Oh, Jesus is the sweetest name I know.

Nothing in this world
could ever take your place
always in your arms
just to live in your love
Sweet Jesus.

Then I stumbled across this: Anti Theft-Virtuous Vanilla-Sweet Jesus-Air Freshener-

Who would have thought that Jesus was in the sweet smelling car protection business? Forget The Club, if I was looking to jack a car and read, "This Car is Protected by Jesus," I’d move on for sure.

Psalm 19:
The ordinances of the LORD are sure
and altogether righteous.

They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
than honey from the comb.

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