Samuel Moore Walton

Samuel Moore Walton, the founder of the Wal-Mart shopping centers, A Christian himself and a good Protestant. Has something in store for many of you. Take the mark forget your citizenship in heaven and be tossed in the future camps.

Samuel Moore Walton

Born Samuel Moore Walton
March 29, 1918
Kingfisher, Oklahoma, U.S.

Went Home April 5, 1992 (aged 74)
Little Rock, Arkansas, U.S.

See What’s Coming.

Already one near you.

4+5+19+92+74 = 194
minus 150 Psalms =44
minus 31 Proverbs=13
minus 12 Ecclesiastes =1

We are to prepare the bride of Christ and weddings don’t come cheap we need to get supplies.

Song of Solomon tells us how much God “Christ” we the Bride should love Israel.

Song of Solomon 1:1-17 KJV
(1) The song of songs, which is Solomon’s.

The Bride Confesses Her Love

(2) Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
(3) Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
(4) Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
(5) I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
(6) Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.
(7) Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?

Solomon and His Bride Delight in Each Other

(8) If thou know not, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock, and feed thy kids beside the shepherds’ tents.
(9) I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots.
(10) Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
(11) We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.
(Jewelry dept.)
(12) While the king sitteth at his table, my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
(13) A bundle of myrrh is my well beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
(14) My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of Engedi.
(15) Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes.
(16) Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.
(17) The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir. (These can be had at Home Depot)

Song of Solomon 2:1-17 KJV

(1) I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. (Garden Shoppe)
(2) As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
(3) As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. (Produce Section)
(4) He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
(5) Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love.
(6) His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
(7) I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, till he please.
(8) The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
(9) My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. (Hardware)
(10) My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
(11) For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
(12) The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; ( Pet Section)
(13) The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
(14) O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
(15) Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.(Produce Again)
(16) My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies.
(17) Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

Prepare the Bride. The King is Coming!