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unday came and I stood before the congregation in that old dilapidated community
center. The accompanist played the introduction and I began to sing.

Born among cattle, in poverty sore, Living in meekness by Galilee’s shore,
Dying in shame as the wicked ones swore: Jesus, wonderful Lord!
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Wonderful, wonderful Jesus! He is my friend, true to the end;
He gave Himself to redeem me–Jesus, wonderful Lord!
Weary–yet He is the world’s only rest, Hungry and thirsty–with plenty has
blest, Tempted–He promises grace for each test: Jesus, wonderful Lord!
Friend of the friendless–betrayed and denied, Help of the weak–in Gethsemane
cried, Light of the world–in gross darkness He died: Jesus, wonderful Lord!
Something precious happened as I was singing. The
Holy Spirit whispered to my heart and said, “Mary, I
know everything is different, but Jesus is the same
wonderful Jesus here as He was in America because He
is the same yesterday, today, and forever.” Suddenly, my
eyes were lifted above my circumstances. The shabby
old show ground hall became a palace. God was there.

His presence was real. Before I had finished the song,
the joy of my salvation had been restored.

In time, the Lord provided a more suitable home for
our family, and the congregation was able to purchase
their own property. We were blessed to be able to win
people to the Lord whose memory we still cherish, and
the light of the Gospel has been shining from Life Gate
Baptist Church in Brisbane, Queensland
— for
over 50 years.

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