I Love to Tell the Story

I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.

Father wrote HIS Story into my life and it is a story I love to tell.

I love to tell the story
of unseen things above,
of Jesus and his glory,
of Jesus and his love.
I love to tell the story
because I know ’tis true;
it satisfies my longings
as nothing else could do.

Refrain: I love to tell the story;
’twill be my theme in glory
to tell the old, old story
of Jesus and his love.

I love to tell the story;
more wonderful it seems
than all the golden fancies
of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story,
it did so much for me;
and that is just the reason
I tell it now to thee.

I love to tell the story;
’tis pleasant to repeat
what seems, each time I tell it,
more wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story,
for some have never heard
the message of salvation
from God’s own holy Word.

I love to tell the story,
for those who know it best
seem hungering and thirsting
to hear it like the rest.
And when in scenes of glory
I sing the new, new song,
’twill be the old, old story
that I have loved so long.

This came as a poem written by Katherine Hankey and once understood you will need a lot of Hankies.

Of course, I just had to do her appointed time such a wonderful woman and one who pointed many to the savior .

From the wiki~

12 January 1834 – 9 May 1911

Hankey was born in 1834, the daughter of a prosperous banker in London. Her family were devout Anglicans and members of the Clapham Sect. She was inspired by the Methodist revival of John Wesley and organised and taught in Sunday schools in London. She then did missionary work as a nurse in South Africa, assisting her brother.

In 1866, she had a serious illness and was bedridden for a long convalescence. During this time, Hankey wrote her long poem, entitled The Old, Old Story, with 100 verses in two parts: The Story Wanted and The Story Told.

She recovered from the illness and lived to the age of 77, dying in 1911

Here time points to more need for hankies 9+5+19+11+77 = Psalm 121

Did you know there was only 1 Gospel with 21 Chapters 777 is God’s number?

Psalms 121:1-8 KJV
(1)  A Song of degrees. I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
(2)  My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth.
(3)  He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
(4)  Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
(5)  The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand.
(6)  The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
(7)  The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
(8)  The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.

Verse seven only applies if you surrender your life to HIM.  I will not be given over to Catholicism anytime soon,  so don’t hold your breath. That includes doing false signs that came from Vatican 2 into the church. Someone has to care,  catch the big ones the little ones will follow.

Starship Party Boat Fishing
A star ship angels hanging over the side to catch the souls of men. Catch the big ones the little ones will follow.

Bless you, sister Kathrine.

Brother Abel (Benjamin)


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