God Shirt

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When one says God is omnipotent (omni-all, potent—power) they are proclaiming that He not only has ultimate power over all things, but He is also the source of all power. Though He sets limits on all of creation, He Himself is limitless in strength, wisdom, love, holiness, and the ability to perform His sovereign will.

He is the initiator of all that exists, the only uncaused entity in all of creation. Though His power is unfathomable, we can catch a glimpse of His might by considering all He has made. Colossians 1:16 says He made all things—every planet, beam of light, law of nature, and human heart.

God Will Count Your Honest Try
by William Henry Dawson

If in life’s great, onward battle
You have done your best and lost,
If amid the din and rattle
You regarded not the cost,
If you met your foeman bravely,
If you dared to do or die,
God will credit you, most surely,
For your fearless, honest try.
Have you sometimes felt discouraged,
Felt that life had lost its charm,
And that every effort failed you,
Bringing to you only harm?
Look within and ask this question:
“Have I done my level best?”
If you answer, without guessing,
“Yes,” then God will do the rest.
Has this neighbor won more glory?
That one more of earthly store?
Though your hair is thin and hoary,
Are you poorer than before?
Have you helped, with hands quite willing?
Have you heard the orphan’s cry?
Given part of your last shilling?
God will count your honest try.

How Did You Die

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what’s that!
Come up with a smiling face.
It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there—that’s disgrace.
The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts;
It’s how did you fight and why?
And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only, how did you die? -by Edmund Vance Cooke