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Acts 9:36-37 At Joppa there was a certain disciple named Tabitha, which is translated Dorcas. This woman was full of good works and charitable deeds which she did. NKJV.And she died.The death of Dorcas, the old Christian Gazelle, had a profound impact upon the community in which she lived. So much so, that the Saints decided that they would go and fetch an apostle to see what could be done! Peter and his entourage later arrive and enter the room of the deathbed scene, only to find it packed with people, all ‘a-weeping and a-wailing,’ and each one probably clutching their garment and saying, “Look! She made this for me. Sat up all night she did, God bless ‘er,” And maybe another, with one hand on Peter's shoulder and the other carrying a cloak, well cared for and neatly draped across her arm, saying, “Look. She went without food for a week to buy me this, then tailored the cloth to fit my old round shoulders.”  Followed undoubtedly by another, and yet another, all full of testimonies, and all clothed and warm, each one pointing and praising, all weeping and watching just what Peter might do for them. So, Peter raises Dorcas from the dead and presents her to them alive. It seems that her most necessary of serving and sewing days were apparently still not over. Now, I don’t know if Dorcas was happy about this turn of events, but all who loved her and had benefited from her full life of good deeds toward them for the glory of God, well, I am sure that they were ecstatic!My mother died two years before I became a Christian. Whilst serving in HMS Collingwood down in Portsmouth, that old, great trading sea-port,  I was given the number of a Brigadier in the Salvation Army, a retired old woman whom I had never met. I rang the number, introduced myself, and was immediately told, “Ah yes, I met your mum before she died and led her to the Lord. Don’t worry, she’s with Jesus now.” I tell you, that  I was stunned! How did this happen, and how had I not known about it? The old woman that had given me the number to call was my former next-door neighbour during all my adolescent years. A grand old gal called Olive Hinchcliffe, a former tambourine basher herself, a Captain I think? My old mum was a hard worker, but bless her heart, she couldn’t sew for toffee, so it was this lady who lived next door to us who had for years, sewn up the holes in my trousers, altered the leg-length on my school uniforms, bought me white shirts to wear for school and the most amazing textbooks to take with me to school at the beginning of each new term. For years she had prayed for us, and for me especially, and for years had drip, drip, drip watered the parched and hard-heart of my old mum's soul. When my mother's sponge-like nicotine filled lungs had eventually provided a comfortable bed for lung cancer to spread itself and lie upon,  the hardness of her heart had been so softened over the years by Olive's good works, that it was easy for her to introduce her Brigadier friend to my mother’s own deathbed scene.  Look now, for Olive Hinchcliffe had never shared the Gospel with me or my mother, but her good works and prayers brought my mum and me both into the Kingdom of the Saviour that she loved most dearly, and honoured most profoundly. Of course, the Gospel was preached, but it was Olive by her good works who had made a way for its entrance. In Joppa, that other old, and great trading seaport,  another old woman, FULL of good works had drip, drip, drip watered the hearts of many people in the city. When Peter arrived and raised Dorcas from the dead and shared the source of such power with such parched hearts now most thoroughly moistened by the good works of Dorcas, then the rain of God was absorbed and life sprang anew, the tale of which, was carried far and wide with every saSupport the show🎵 The Ballad Dodecet™  - Twelve Stories. One Epic Song. - 🔥 Step Into the Ballad Universe - Where twelve stories ignite a cosmos.🌍 A World Across Six Nations- From the mist-shrouded Highlands of Scotland to the deep hollers of Appalachia, the Ballad Dodecet spans: Scotland, England, Ireland-Northern Ireland,  Wales, -North America. Each volume taps into centuries of folklore, faith, and frontier resilience—binding together diverse cultures and long-whispered legends into one unforgettable tapestry of story and song.🎼 Where Music Meets Myth - Fiction, song, and folklore collide. - Each book is laced with:🎶 Original music,📓 Hidden journals & personal letters,📚 Companion fanbooks, 🔎 Easter eggs, crossovers, and spiritual insightsWelcome to a living, breathing world—ready to read, hear, and explore.🎧 ▶ LISTEN LIVE – WLMP 660 AM- HTTPS://WWW. KINGDOM.ROCKS  Tune in to We Love Mountain Praise for exclusive ballad broadcasts, story-backed songs, devotionals, and behind-the-scenes revelations.🛒 SHOP THE BALLAD- HTTPS://WWW. DODECET.COM Support the journey. Collect the songs. Wear the legend.