The mere mention of His name can calm the storm, heal the broken, raise the dead.
At the name of Jesus, I've seen sin hardened men melted, derelicts transformed.
The lights of hope put in the eyes of a hopeless child.
At the name of Jesus, hatred and bitterness turn to love and forgiveness, arguments cease.
I've heard a mother softly breathe His name at the bedside of a child delitious from fever,
and watched... as that little body grew quiet, and fevered brow cooled.
I've sat the side of a dying saint. Her body wracked with pain, who in those final fleeting seconds summoned her last ounce of ebbing strength, just to whisper Earth's sweetest name,
Emperors have tried to destroy it.
Philosophers have tried to stamp it out.
Tyrants have tried to wash it from the face of the Earth with the very blood of those who claimed it. Yet it still stands.
Andthere shall be that final day when every voice that has ever uettered a sound, every voice of Adam's race, shall raise in one mighty chorus to proclaim the name of Jesus.
For in that day, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess, that Jesus Christ is truly Lord.
You see, it was not by mere chance that caused the angel one night, long ago to say to a virgin maided: His name, His name shall be called Jesus....Jesus....Jesus....
Ya know, there is something, something about that name........(~Gloria Gaither