And Fire From His Mouth Devoured
Small Bible verse reference booklet listing verses referring to homosexuality, marriage, and the true meaning of the rainbow.
From Genesis to Revelations, there are many verses that address sexual immorality and homosexuality, and no where is it condoned, but rather, it is warned against, and in some places, God has referred to it as an abomination before Him.
This book has no commentary in it, and this book is small and is intended to be handed out to those who may want to know what the Bible
really says about the subject.
I, Pamela Ayn Austen, went page to page in the Bible and personally found every verse I could that approached the subject, because my daughter one day said, "Where! Where does the Bible say that being gay is wrong?!" It was a challenge, and I took it.
My daughter won't talk to me anymore, and I've been thoroughly cursed out and disowned, but here is the product of my labor, for anyone that cares to know what the Bible says.
The title of the book is from Psalm 18, indicating that fire comes from the mouth of God as his Word, burning up all that exalts itself against his wisdom and power and authority.
Paperback: 48 pages
Publisher: Glass Page Books (September 10, 2014)
Product Dimensions: 5 x 0.1 x 8 inches
Shipping Weight: 3.7 ounces
Sorrow For Besetting Sin
a poem by:
Pamela Ayn Austen
Forbidden life, a thorny iron around my neck;
To pierce and bleed, wherever I turn my gaze;
Upon the good or evil, fine or foul;
I walk with disease upon my soul, waiting to cause my fall.
I am ashamed for them to know;
The blood they see, it is my own;
From craning my head too far to the left;
Then thrashing back in fear and dread.
I see no relief, but through my life to take;
Not death that frightens, but to live for life’s sake;
When clawing sins do leave their pain;
And shame and fear and hopelessness remain.
And yet I must move forward still;
For Jesus, his own blood did he spill;
And thorny vines around him pierced;
And nailed him in the sinner’s place.
And if he came to die for me;
And pierce his body on that tree;
Then courage I will also take;
To carry on, my fears forsake.
Do I dread, and did he not;
Under the moon, in that garden spot;
To sweat drops of blood at horror’s arrival;
But call sin sin, and die for me.
He did not struggle with my sins;
Yet struggle he did, for my retrieval;
From the very things that sting my heart;
He saw, he knew, he gave his all.
I may not be all I wish for now;
I cannot loose this thorny bound;
But not in fear will I endure;
Only in sorrow, as I keep still.
Tis faith he sees within my heart;
Tis faith he wanted from the start;
Tis faith I ever more shall find;
What I cannot free myself, his love unbinds.