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    From Jesus’ Heart to My Heart to Your Heart
    From Jesus’ Heart to My Heart to Your Heart
    From Jesus’ Heart to My Heart to Your Heart
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    From Jesus’ Heart to My Heart to Your Heart

    By Edward Overbay

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    HOW DO I RECEIVE THESE WRITINGS


    FROM JESUS HEART



    I am asked how do you receive these writings.


    I will explain in order that Jesus, JESUS may be glorified.


    The majority of the writings come as I am in devotions. Usually the first line will come into my mind and I will go to my computer or to a scratch pad and write or type that first line down.


    Most of the time then the rest of the lines will come quickly.


    Some times the next line is not there and I will just bow my head and wait and soon the next line comes.


    I hear the lines as they come, not audibly but strong just almost audible. The voice comes generally from a spot just behind my right shoulder.


    I am continually amazed at the words and power of these writings and fully realize that they are far far beyond and above my natural ability.


    My wife sees me crying and worshiping and typing the words as they come.


    At one time as I was at my computer, tearfully, joyfully, writing the Words of My Lord, she looked in from the next room and, in THE SPIRIT, saw Jesus standing behind my chair, back a few feet and also saw an angel standing close behind me, bent over my shoulder, looking at what I was typing.


    These writings are:


    FROM JESUS HEART


    TO MY HEART


    TO YOUR HEART.


    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateApr 6, 2011
    ISBN9781456744014
    From Jesus’ Heart to My Heart to Your Heart
    Author

    Edward Overbay

    Brother Ed is an ordained minister. He and his wife Pat live on the north coast of Oregon He has been in the ministry since shortly after his conversion over fifty years ago. He has ministered in every facet of the ministry (as he states it) from church sweeper. to bathroom cleaner, to Sunday school teacher, to youth leader, to board member, to musician, to evangelist, to missionary, to pastor, to church builder, to district official, to writer. And he considers no single one of those ministries to be any “greater” or lesser than the other. And he abhors praise to self. Edward is happy to chare this Special Collection series FROM JESUS’ HEART TO MY HEART TO YOUR HEART Everywhere he has shared these SPECIAL POEMS, whether in a packed auditorium, a small country church, a prison or to an individual the results are the same… Each of the poems find it’s mark in hearts for they are indeed FROM JESUS’ HEART TO YOUR HEART MORE ABOUT THE AUTHOR IN THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS.

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      From Jesus’ Heart to My Heart to Your Heart - Edward Overbay

      Table of Contents

      WASHED IN THE BLOOD

      IT’S LOVE GOD SO LOVE

      A JOURNEY THROUGH TIME A GLIMPSE OF ETERNITY

      THE BLOODY GOSPEL

      AGAIN I SAY GO YE INTO ALL THE WORLD

      AM I LORD?

      A PATH TO ETERNITY

      A MATTER OF CHOICE

      AND THE TRUMPET SHALL SOUND

      AS I HAVE LOVED YOU AND AS MY FATHER HAS LOVED YOU

      NOT BY BREAD ALONE

      BUT WHOM SAY YE THAT I AM

      BUT YOU WALKED AWAY

      COME NOW WILL YOU WALK WITH ME

      COME SEE WHERE I LIVE

      FROM HERE TO ETERNITY

      DON’T YOU SEE THE ANGEL THERE

      GIVE ME YOUR BROKEN HEART

      FAITH WITHOUT WORKS IS DEAD LOVE WITHOUT COMPASSION IS DEAD

      HUSBAND AND WIFE

      I AM CALLING YOU

      I AM

      I AM RIGHT HERE RIGHT HERE WITH THEE

      I AM WRITING ON THE GROUND

      I MADE TIME AND I CREATED YOU

      I WAS THERE

      I WILL TELL YOU YET AGAIN ABOUT LOVE

      JUST OVER THE BROOK CALLED CEDRON

      LET ME JESUS TELL YOU ABOUT CHOOSING

      LET ME JESUS TELL YOU ABOUT LOVE

      MATTERS OF THE HEART

      MY ARM

      MY HEART IS TORN SO TORN

      LET ME JESUS TELL YOU ABOUT FAIR

      PRECIOUS SEED

      RIGHT NOW

      TELL THEM I AM COMING SOON

      THE IRON

      THE LIGHT OF LIFE

      THE LONELY ROAD

      THE PROVERBS 31 MAN

      THE PROVERBS 31 MAN

      THE PROVERBS 31 WOMAN

      AND I WENT ON UP TO THAT TREE

      BROKEN PIECES

      COMING COMING IS THE DAY

      CRYING OF THE HATEFUL BIRD

      DO YE NOT YET UNDERSTAND LOVE

      FROM MY PLACE IN ETERNITY

      DO YOU WANT TO HEAR MY VOICE

      DON’T YOU KNOW IT GRIEVES ME SO

      CHOOSE YOU THIS DAY WHOM YOU WILL SERVE

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Brother Ed is an ordained minister.

      He has been in the ministry since shortly after his conversion over 50 years ago.

      He has ministered in every facet of the ministry (as he states it) from church sweeper, to bathroom cleaner, to musician, to evangelist, to missionary, to pastor, to church builder, to district official, to writer.

      And he considers no single one of those ministries to be any greater or lesser that the others.

      And he abhors praise to self. (whether in others or in self)

      Edward is happy to share this Special Collections series

      FROM JESUS’ HEART

      TO MY HEART

      TO YOUR HEART

      Everywhere he has shared these SPECIAL POEMS, whether in a packed auditorium, a small country church, a prison or to an individual, the results are the same….

      Each of the poems find it’s mark in hearts for they are indeed

      FROM JESUS’ HEART

      TO YOUR HEART

      MORE ABOUT THE AUTHOR IN THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS …WASHED IN THE BLOOD AND IT’S LOVE GOD SO LOVE.

      WASHED IN THE BLOOD

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      While in prayer, travailing for a little lady whom I call the dove creek lady (she has cancer in the advanced stages) The Lord spoke to my heart to write.

      I was, within my prayers, allowing my mind to wander, thinking of different situations where He, God was blessing my writings.

      Of a sudden I realized that that serpent head of pride was entering into my thoughts.

      I immediately pleaded for the Lord to plunge MY pride into HIS blood; hating pride in me and realizing that pride is one of the things that Almighty God hates.

      The Holy Spirit brought to my remembrance the time that I was eternally blessed to be brought under and into….

      THE BLOOD OF JESUS CHRIST.

      And He, The Holy Spirit moved upon me to write this for others to see and hear.

      It happened in a small church in Grants Pass, Oregon. Many years ago.

      I was traveling from Alaska to Kansas.

      In Alaska I was a bartender, truck driver, longshoreman and a drunk, most of the time, a partying ungodly creature, fighting, carousing and, in short, living totally for self gratifying pleasure.

      I received a call from a person in Kansas who was involved in an unlawful business of forcing people to pay for certain things or be beat up. He invited me to come and assist him.

      After coming close to being shot or me shooting another I decided to leave Alaska.

      On my way to Kansas I decided to stop by the home of one of my brothers who lived in Grants Pass, Oregon.

      I was looking forward to some wild partying at his place.

      He, though married to a sweet lady, was quite a party animal. I had not seen or heard from him in quite some time.

      On entering his home I immediately notice a tremendous difference in my brother and his family and my sister and brother-in law who lived with them.

      No cigarettes or whisky or beer in evidence.

      They consistently spoke about The Lord Jesus, and staying with them for a few days, I observed that they went to church every night and twice on Sunday.

      They also consistently spoke to me about The Lord.

      I would cuss them out and tell them to leave me alone and to not talk to me about that stuff.

      Please forgive me for so many I’s but I want you to see this as it happened.

      After a few days of this, on a Sunday afternoon, my brother and brother-in law cornered me out behind the garage where I had gone to do my smoking.

      As they witnessed to me of the goodness of the Lord something broke within me and I began to cry. Me who had not shed a tear in many, many years.

      I once again vehemently told them to leave me alone.

      A little later my sister and sister-in law came to me and told me that I should come to church with them that night.

      They said that they wanted me to meet the pastor’s daughter.

      They said that she was really a little doll.

      Now that got my attention.

      I agreed to go with them that night.

      On arriving at the little church my party eyes immediately notice three young attractive ladies standing outside the church.

      My sister went up to the middle one and hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. My sister-in-law also hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

      I got in line and said Do I get to kiss her too?

      She blushed bright red and I lost my heart.

      I had not seen a woman blush in many years, in the life I had been living or should I say experiencing?

      We went on in to the church.

      The little pastor’s daughter was part of the worship ministry and sat on the platform.

      She played the accordion and sang beautifully.

      I still remember the song she played and sang that night.

      Don’t lose your vision of Jesus.

      I could not keep my eyes from straying to her. (and I noticed that her beautiful eyes were looking in my direction.)

      A little side story here. (although it is the second biggest story in my life, Jesus being the first.) I married this little lady and our story is still fresh and beautiful after all these years.

      As I said earlier these people went to church every night and twice on Sunday.

      For four more nights I went to church with them mostly to get to see the Pastor’s daughter.

      The little lady’s daddy was the pastor, a loving, humble, wise, Man of God.

      My brother was the bible teacher also a true Man of God.

      On the fourth night, as the altar call was given, I was compelled, by The Holy Spirit, to go to the altar.

      The altar in this humble little church was a bench made out of one by twelve lumber.

      I knelt and just laid the upper part of my body across the altar.

      As I closed my eyes I saw, plainly, the ground.

      It startled me and I opened my eyes and saw the floor of the church.

      I closed my eyes and again saw the ground.

      There was a path and I could see the stones and grass and weeds on either side.

      As I was looking at the path I could see that it went up a hill.

      Looking closer at the ground in front of me, (I was on hands and knees in the path.) I could see splotches of blood here and there.

      Being raised in a good Baptist home I knew about Jesus and God and John three sixteen but it had never meant anything to me.

      As I was there on hands and knees, seeing the splotches of blood I knew what it was.

      I knew where this path was.

      I knew what was at the end of this path.

      And I knew the life I had been living, the filth I had been enjoying, the hurt I had caused others.

      And I knew that at the top of this hill was a cross with Jesus hanging on it suffering.

      Knowing me and for the first time in my life really looking at me, I could not look up.

      I crawled, on hands and knees, on up the path.

      I suppose that to the people back there at the little church that I was there at the altar, but I was in reality on that path crawling up the hill of Golgotha.

      I could not look up.

      I was so ashamed of my life.

      And I realized that I was the reason that He was hanging there suffering.

      I crawled on until, not looking up, I could see the foot of the cross buried in the ground.

      A rough-hewn timber about eight inches square.

      I crawled closer and pressed my head against the foot of the cross.

      As I knelt there ashamed to look up, sobbing and saying (and still saying

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