Our Great Benefactor

Oh what peace and great contentment
The Spirit will impart,
When we open wide our spirit’s door,
And welcome Him into our heart.

We often bear a needless cross,
And suffer too, to no avail.
We fret and worry, sometimes feud;
We strive with might, and yet we fail.

But when we yield our hearts to Him,
Give Him preeminence in our life,
He leads us in the ways of peace,
And lifts us up above the strife.

He heals our wounds, our aches and pains,
And comforts us when we are sad.
He feeds our hungry spirit too;
I’ve let Him in, and I am glad.

My Dear Devoted Servant

It’s told around, I hope it’s true,
That you’ve become my servant too.
They say you serve me every hour,
And do not waste your time in prayer.
That in my strength you put your trust,
That I might satisfy your lust.

No time for church, you have to spare;
You’ve laid your Bible back with care.
I hear you labor hard each day,
Until your strength gives away.
And when you have no strength to stand,
You lay and dream, and wish and plan.

And every day you hear Yah’s call,
But pay no heed to Him at all.
And when you saw the fields were white,
You turned away from such a sight.
You gave your life and soul to me,
I’m just as thrilled as I can be.

But do you fully understand,
The covenant that I make with man?
I have no power beyond the grave,
My servant’s life I cannot save.
But judgment day is so far ahead,
You have no cause to fear or dread.

Just live your life from day to day;
Life’s treasures at your feet I’ll lay.
It’s here and now I give my pay,
I cannot be there judgment day.
But if in Yah you put your trust,
He will condemn your greed and lust.

A sacrifice, His law demands,
Everything at His command.
I’m just as thrilled as I can be,
That you gave all to follow me.
Good health I cannot give to you,
The gifts I have are very few.

They are temporal, so they shall decay,
Material things will pass away.
Your lust, I’ll try to satisfy,
Until it comes your time to die.
Then as you face Yah on that day,
Powerless, I shall fade away.
Your God, Mammon

“No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one,
and love the other, or else he will hold to one, and despise the other.
Ye cannot serve God and mammon (wealth, riches, money)”. Matthew 6:24

Make Time for Prayer

My heart is filled with expectation,
The Spirit’s warm glow fills the air.
Stirring every cell and fiber,
When I seek in fervent prayer.

I watch in awe as mountains tumble,
I see Him calm the troubled sea;
Deep within my spirit worships,
That bleeding Lamb from Galilee.

We’re plagued with trials and tribulations;
Our cross is more than we can bear.
The heartaches seem to multiply,
When we take no time for prayer.

Love’s Sweet Melody


Love’s sweet melody is the music of the heart’s song,
A balled every creature longs to croon.
Some folks have the tune and not the lyrics,
And others have the lyrics, not the tune.

If you ever get the melody and lyrics,
Then you may go crooning right along,
But if you never get the two of these together,
The road of life will seem awful rough and long.

Less Heartache

If we could only feel the heartache
That a thoughtless word can bring;
If we alone felt the sharpness,
And no one else could feel the sting.

If we could never hurt another
By the thoughtless things we say;
For our every thought and action,
We alone would have to pay.

I am sure we’d be more careful
Of our words and deeds each day,
And there would be less heartache
From the things we do and say.

Lambs of the Dawning


Dear Little Lambs of the dawning,
More precious to me than gold;
You must suffer persecution,
As the truth and light you behold.

You will go through tribulation,
But soon this trouble will pass,
When the day for which you’ve waited,
Will have dawned for you at last.

And then the books will be opened,
When the light of life shall shine.
The word shall be exalted,
And the truth is revealed to mankind.

The purpose for all the ages,
Will reach its consummation;
The trumpet sound of Jubilee
Will release the whole creation

Mildred Eslick Garner
September 1990



Oh what horrid clouds of darkness
I see gathering here and there,
And the charges of electricity
Seems to fill the sky and air.

The storms of conflict rumbling;
It’s an avalanche of sin.
Oh I know it’s time for judgment,
And in His house it must begin.

And I want His law to try me;
Yet I tremble, quake and fear,
As I stand and wait his judgment,
For the sentence is so clear.

You must crucify old Adam,
And cast him from the throne.
He that reigned through sin and sorrow,
This kingdom, once my own.

Oh how I long for full redemption
And the trumpet’s sound of peace.
When this spiritual war is over,
And my soul has found release.

I Have a Charge to Keep

If I’m to serve Him at my best,
And do my Master’s will,
I have a charge that I must keep,
A duty to fulfill.

I must present myself to him,
To heed his beck and call;
Resisting sin with all my might,
Till He becomes my all.

House on the Sand

It looks as if our great country
Is about to sink in dark despair.
But some people feel the democrats
Will bring the answers to our prayer.

Some complain the law’s too forceful;
Police brutality is what they blame.
But others say the law’s too lenient;
The lack of enforcement is a shame.

Some dare say, we’re too religious;
Our lust and passion too restrained,
And others hate the vile corruption,
And want our moral laws retained.

But all agree we have a problem;
Crime and violence sweeps our land.
Governments and kingdoms falling,
As did the house built on the sand.

Could our philosophy be our trouble?
Have misplaced values brought us shame?
So maybe we should try the principles
Taught by Yahsha when He came.