Happy New Year 2008

Happy New Year,2008


Born is A New Year!
Gone is an old year;
Let’s add new cheer,
Live without fear.

Greet your neighbors;
Greet some strangers;
Greet all your friends;
And make amends.

’Tis never late
To change one’s fate;
Problems abate:
Wait for that date.

Forget past woes;
Forget chaos;
With hope, of course:
Thus, our life goes.

Abide in God;
Await His nod;
Avoid His rod,
And thank the Lord.

When God's with us,
There is no curse;
Walk without fuss;
He sure will bless.

Eighteenth Sunday after Trinity

Eighteenth Sunday After Trinity


It is so--ope thine eyes, and see -
What viewest thou all around?
A desert, where iniquity
And knowledge both abound.

In the waste howling wilderness
The Church is wandering still,
Because we would not onward press
When close to Sion's hill.

Back to the world we faithless turned,
And far along the wild,
With labour lost and sorrow earned,
Our steps have been beguiled.

Yet full before us, all the while,
The shadowing pillar stays,
The living waters brightly smile,
The eternal turrets blaze,

Yet Heaven is raining angels' bread
To be our daily food,
And fresh, as when it first was shed,
Springs forth the SAVIOUR'S blood.

From every region, race, and speech,
Believing myriads throng,
Till, far as sin and sorrow reach,
Thy grace is spread along;

Till sweetest nature, brightest art,
Their votive incense bring,
And every voice and every heart
Own Thee their God and King.

All own; but few, alas! will love;
Too like the recreant band
That with Thy patient spirit strove
Upon the Red-sea strand.

O Father of long-suffering grace,
Thou who hast sworn to stay
Pleading with sinners face to face
Through all their devious way:

How shall we speak to Thee, O LORD,
Or how in silence lie?
Look on us, and we are abhorred,
Turn from us, and we die.

Thy guardian fire, Thy guiding cloud,
Still let them gild our wall,
Nor be our foes and Thine allowed
To see us faint and fall.

Too oft, within this camp of Thine,
Rebellions murmurs rise;
Sin cannot bear to see Thee shine
So awful to her eyes.

Fain would our lawless hearts escape,
And with the heathen be,
To worship every monstrous shape
In fancied darkness free.

Vain thought, that shall not be at all!
Refuse we or obey,
Our ears have heard the Almighty's call,
We cannot be as they.

We cannot hope the heathen's doom
To whom GOD'S Son is given,
Whose eyes have seen beyond the tomb,
Who have the key of Heaven.

Weak tremblers on the edge of woe,
Yet shrinking from true bliss,
Our rest must be "no rest below,"
And let our prayer be this:

"LORD, wave again Thy chastening rod,
Till every idol throne
Crumble to dust, and Thou, O GOD,
Reign in our hearts alone.

"Bring all our wandering fancies home,
For Thou hast every spell,
And 'mid the heathen where they roam,
Thou knowest, LORD, too well.

"Thou know'st our service sad and hard,
Thou know'st us fond and frail;
Win us to be loved and spared
When all the world shall fail.

"So when at last our weary days
Are well-nigh wasted here,
And we can trace Thy wondrous ways
In distance calm and clear,

"When in Thy love and Israel's sin
We read our story true,
We may not, all too late, begin
To wish our hopes were new.

"Long loved, long tried, long spared as they,
Unlike in this alone,
That, by Thy grace, our hearts shall stay
For evermore Thine own."

The Light of Christ in the present darkness .

The Light of Christ In The Present Darkness


As the world becomes much darker, we have one hope that's brighter,
And as this world sinks even lower, our hope above is even higher,

Many people alive today look to a world body for the hope it brings,
And there is a darker man of deception who is waiting in the wings.

He's coming with a plan for peace while promising many other things,
But, through his false deceptive peace he will destroy many beings.

So as the days do get darker, we must indeed shine forth our light,
For the very day that we are raptured, will become the darkest night.

The needed Light for this darkness is The Light of Christ my friend,
He's the only Hope for the entire world as it spins towards the end.

After Christ left the earth He sent The Spirit with power and might,
For its The Holy Spirit within us who helps us send forth His Light.

For God gave us not a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of His power,
And that my friend should encourage us in the darkness of this hour.

But many Christians allow the world to put a basket over their light,
When the time it is really needed, is in the darkness of the night.

All through David's darkest trials, he joyfully lifted up The Lord,
Even in his darkest hour with true repentance his light was restored.

With the day almost over, like King David, we can say in the night,
You are my lamp, O LORD; for the LORD turns my darkness into light.

Don't Leave It On The Desk

DON'T LEAVE IT ON THE DESK

There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr. Christensen, a studious
man who taught at a small college in the western United States . Dr.
Christensen taught the required survey course in Christianity at this
particular Institution. Every student was required to take this course his
freshman year, regardless of his or her major.

Although Dr. Christensen tried hard to communicate the essence of the gospel
in his class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as
nothing but required drudgery. Despite his best efforts, most students
refused to take Christianity seriously.

This year, Dr. Christensen had a special student named Steve. Steve was only
a freshman, but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary f or the
ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an imposing
physical s pecimen. He was now the starting center on the school football
team, and was the best student in the professor's class.

One day, Dr. Christensen asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk
with him. 'How many push-ups can you do?' Steve said, 'I do about 200 every
night.'

'200? That's pretty good, Steve,' Dr. Christensen said. 'Do you think you
could do 300?'

Steve replied, 'I don't know.... I've never done 300 at a time.'

'Do you think you could?' again asked Dr. Christensen.

'Well, I can try,' said Steve.

'Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind and I need you
to do about 300 push-ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it?

I need you to tell me you can do it,' said the professor.

Steve said, 'Well... I think I can...yeah, I can do it.'

Dr. Christensen said, 'Good! I need you to do this on Friday. Let me explain
what I have in mind.'

Friday came and Steve g ot to class early and sat in the front of the room.

When class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. No, these
weren't the normal kinds of donuts, they were the BIG, extra fancy kind,
with cream centers and frosting swirls.

Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the last class of the year, and
they were going to get an early start on the weekend with a party in Dr.
Christensen's class.

Dr. Christensen went to the first girl in the first row and asked, 'Cynthia,
do you want to have one of these donuts?' Cynthia said, 'Yes.'

Dr. Christensen then turned to Steve and asked, 'Steve, would you do ten
push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?

' 'Sure.' Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve
again sat in his d esk. D r. Christensen put a donut on Cynthia's desk. Dr.
Christensen then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, 'Joe, do you want
a donut?'

Joe said, 'Yes.' Dr. Chr is tensen asked, 'Steve would you do ten push-ups
so Joe can have a donut?'

Steve did ten push-ups! , Joe got a donut. And so it went, down the first
aisle, Steve did ten push-ups for every person before they got their donut.

Walking down the second aisle, Dr. Christensen came to Scott. Scott was on
the basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular
and never lacking for female companionship.

When the professor asked, 'Scott do you want a donut?' Scott's reply was,
'Well, can I do my own push-ups?' Dr. Christensen said, 'No, Steve has to do
them.' Then Scott said, 'Well, I don't want one then.'

Dr. Christensen shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, 'Steve, would
you do ten push-ups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want? ' W ith
perfect obedience Steve started to do ten push-ups. Scott said, 'HEY! I said
I didn't want one!'

Dr. Christensen said, 'Look! This is my classroom, my class, my de sks, and
these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it.' And he
put a donut on Scott's desk.

Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on
the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and
down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming out around his
brow.

Dr. Christensen started down the third row. Now the students were beginning
to get a little angry. Dr. Christensen asked Jenny, 'Jenny, do you want a
donut?' Sternly, Jenny said, 'No.' Then Dr. Christensen asked Steve, 'Steve,
would you do ten more push-ups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't
want?'

Steve did ten....Jenny got a donut.

By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students
werebeginning to say 'No' and there were all these uneaten donuts on the
desks.

Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these
push-ups done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the
floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because
of the physical effort involved.

Dr. Christensen asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the
class, to watch Steve do each push up to make sure he did the full ten
push-ups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for
all of those uneaten donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so
Robert could count the set and watch Steve closely.

Dr. Christensen started down the fourth row. During his class, however, some
students from other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps along
the radiators that ran down the sides of the room. When the professor
realized this, he did a quick count an d saw that now there were 34 students
in the room. He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it.

Dr. Christensen went on to the next person and the next and t he n ext. Near
the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a
lot more time to complete each set. Steve asked Dr Christensen, 'Do I have
to make my nose touch on each one?'

Dr. Christensen thought for a moment, 'Well, they're your push-ups. You are
in charge now. You can do them any way that you want.' And Dr. Christensen
went on.

A few moments later, Jason, a recent transfer student, came to the room and
was about to come in when all the students yelled in one voice, 'NO! Don't
come in! Stay out!'

Jason didn't know what was going on. Steve picked up his head and said, 'No,
let him come.'

Professor Christensen said, 'You realize that if Jason comes in you will
have to do ten push-ups for him?' Steve said, 'Yes, let him com e in.<
BR>Give him a donut.'

Dr. Christensen said, 'Okay, Steve, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way
right now. Jason, do you want a donut?' Jason, new to the room, hardl y knew
what was going on. 'Yes,' he said, 'give me a donut.' 'Steve, will you do
ten push-ups so that Jason can have a donut?' Steve did ten push-ups very
slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat
down.

Dr. Christensen finished the fourth row, and then started on those visitors
seated by the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up in a
struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. By this time sweat
was profusely dropping off of his face, there was no sound except his heavy
breathing; there was not a dry eye in the room.

The very last two students in the room were two young women, both
cheerleaders, and very popular. Dr. Christensen went to Linda, the second to
last, and asked, 'Linda, do you want a donut ?' Linda said, very sadly, 'No,
thank you.' Professor Christensen quietly asked, 'Steve, would you do ten
push-ups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?' G runtin g from
the effort, Steve did ten very slow push-ups for Linda.

Then Dr Christensen turned to the last girl, Susan. 'Susan, do you want a
donut?' Susan, with tears flowing down her face, began to cry. 'Dr.
Christensen, why can't I help him?'

Dr. Christensen, with tears of his own, said, 'No, Steve has to do it alone.
I have given him this task, and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has
an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not. When I decided to
have a party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book. Steve here
is the only student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test,
skipped class, or offered m e inferior work.

Steve told me that in football practice, when a player messes up he must do
push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my party unless he
paid the price by doing your push ups. He and I made a deal for your sakes.'

'Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can have a donut?' As Steve very
slowly finished his last push-up, with the understanding that he had
accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 push-ups, his
arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.

Dr. Christensen turned to the room and said. 'And so it was, that our
Savior, Jesus Christ, on the cross, pled to the Father, 'Into Thy hands I
commend My spirit.' With the understanding that He had done everything that
was required of Him, He yielded up His life. And like some of those in this
room, many of us leave the gift on the desk, uneaten.'

Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically
exhausted, but wearing a thin smile.

'Well done, good and faithful servant,' said the professor, adding 'Not all
sermon s are preached in words.'

Turning to his class, the professor said, 'My wish is that you might
understand and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that

have been given to you through the sacrifice of our Lord and Savior Jesus
Christ. He spared not His only Begotten Son, but gave Him up for us all, for
the whole Church, now and forever. Whether or not we choose to accept His
gift to us, the price has been paid.' 'Wouldn't you be foolish and
ungrateful to leave it lying on the desk?'

Share this with someone. It's bound to touch their heart and demonstrate
Salvation in a very special way.

Many thanks to Rosie Barnett for this story, It touch my heart, and I am sure it will your's

New Year

New Year


Farewell to the old year forever,
And all its sorrows and care
We'll bury in our hearts, and endeavor
New troubles and trials to bear.

The old year has gone with its sadness,
In oblivion to dwell evermore;
The new year will come with its gladness,
To welcome the rich and the poor.

Ah, welcome the new year with pleasure,
And welcome home friends, that is dear;
Be happy and joyful together,
And greet each happy new year.

Some people will meet in sadness,
For death has entered their home,
And robbed them of joy and gladness,
And left them forsaken and lone.

Young people not meet it in sorrow,
For their hearts are blithesome and gay,
Trouble will come with to-morrow,
So let them be happy to- day.

Farewell to the old year forever;
Lay its sorrows aside with a tear.
Think of the future; and endeavor
To greet each happy new year.

The Christian's New Year Prayer

The Christian’s New Year Prayer


Thou Christ of mine, Thy gracious ear low bending
Through these glad New Year days,
To catch the countless prayers to heaven ascending –
For e’en hard hearts do raise
Some secret wish for fame, or gold, or power,
Or freedom from all care –
Dear, patient Christ, who listeneth hour on hour,
Hear now a Christian’s prayer.

Let this young year, silent, walks beside me,
Be as a means of grace
To lead me up, no matter what betide me,
Nearer the Master’s face.
If it need be ere I reach the Fountain
Where living waters play,
My feet should bleed from sharp stones on the mountain,
Then cast them in my way.

If my vain soul needs blows and bitter losses
To shape it for Thy crown,
Then bruise it, burn it, burden it with crosses,
With sorrows bear it down.
Do what Thou wilt to mould me to Thy pleasure,
And if I should complain,
Heap full of anguish yet another measure
Until I smile at pain.
Send dangers – deaths! but tell me how to dare them;
Enfold me in Thy care.
Send trials, tears! but give me strength to bear them –
This is a Christian’s prayer.

Christmas Day

Christmas Day


What sudden blaze of song
Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heaven?
In waves of light it thrills along,
Th' angelic signal given -
"Glory to God!" from yonder central fire
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir;

Like circles widening round
Upon a clear blue river,
Orb after orb, the wondrous sound
Is echoed on for ever:
"Glory to God on high, on earth be peace,
And love towards men of love--salvation and release."

Yet stay, before thou dare
To join that festal throng;
Listen and mark what gentle air
First stirred the tide of song;
'Tis not, "the Saviour born in David's home,
To Whom for power and health obedient worlds should come:" -

'Tis not, "the Christ the Lord:"
With fixed adoring look
The choir of Angels caught the word,
Nor yet their silence broke:
But when they heard the sign where Christ should be,
In sudden light they shone and heavenly harmony.

Wrapped in His swaddling bands,
And in His manger laid,
The Hope and Glory of all lands
Is come to the world's aid:
No peaceful home upon his cradle smiled,
Guests rudely went and came, where slept the royal Child.

But where Thou dwellest, Lord,
No other thought should be,
Once duly welcomed and adored,
How should I part with Thee?
Bethlehem must lose Thee soon, but Thou wilt grace
The single heart to be Thy sure abiding-place.

Thee, on the bosom laid
Of a pure virgin mind,
In quiet ever, and in shade,
Shepherd and sage may find;
They, who have bowed untaught to Nature's sway,
And they, who follow Truth along her star-paved way.

The pastoral spirits first
Approach Thee, Babe divine,
For they in lowly thoughts are nursed,
Meet for Thy lowly shrine:
Sooner than they should miss where Thou dost dwell,
Angela from Heaven will stoop to guide them to Thy cell.

Still, as the day comes round
For Thee to be revealed,
By wakeful shepherds Thou art found,
Abiding in the field.
All through the wintry heaven and chill night air,
In music and in light Thou dawnest on their prayer.

O faint not ye for fear -
What though your wandering sheep,
Reckless of what they see and hear,
Lie lost in wilful sleep?
High Heaven in mercy to your sad annoy
Still greets you with glad tidings of immortal joy.

Think on th' eternal home,
The Saviour left for you;
Think on the Lord most holy, come
To dwell with hearts untrue:
So shall ye tread untired His pastoral ways,
And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise.

Christmas Time

Christmas Time


Its christmas time again, century by
century, years by years we all
celebrating this wonderful season.

Jesus the son of God born of the
Virgin Mary bringing us joy, peace
to be unite to the father above,
from his birth 'till his death on the cross
given us freedom. God swallow his pride
to redeem us from sins, how great love
the father in heaven to do this to all
mankind.

The children everywhere around the world
are excited expecting gifts to their love ones,
happy to receive one.

Love is the spirit of christmas that we need
to celebrate everyday. The time to spend
to our love ones, relatives, friends who are
dear to us, Its christmas.

The food in the table in all different kinds,
gifts that we give and receive, christmas tree
and lights everywhere.

The laughters, the smile, the different
expression we can see to their faces,
the beauty of happiness.

' Happiness and joy at this special season
everywhere all over the world '.

To the poor, to the middle class, to the
rich people christmas is fare to celebrate,
the beauty within this season is a great
gift to everyone of us. Embrace this
season with laughters, lets us celebrate
Christmas in our heart.

' Merry Christmas and a Happy New year
around the whole world '.

Thank you , looking forward to next year

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Oh Christmas Night Oh Christmas Night

Oh Christmas Night Oh Christmas Night


Oh Christmas night oh Christmas night
So quiet all and splendor
We celebrate Christ birth and might
With candle lights so tender
For on this night is born a king
The king of peace on earth
We glorify and humbly sing
About this child and holy birth

Oh Christmas night oh Christmas night
When night's around and dark
We find his love's a guiding light
And see his angels hark
We hope this time peace will bring
And guide our footsteps all
For he's the forth of everything
The protector of big and small

Oh Christmas night oh Christmas night
The spirits of love and greeting
When each love will burn on so bright
With kindness and good treating
We hope one day peace will arrive
For every life that's living
We must therefore still on strive
Remembering what Christmas is giving

Blessed Acknowledgement

Blessed Acknowledgement


I acknowledged the Lord,
In all my ways.
Awaiting His permission each step.
His divine mercy and infinite grace,
Kept my every move in check.

I followed his advice,
Though mine seemed better.
Executing His every command.
He brought me through an empty ocean,
Removing sin’s every letter.

I obeyed Him in destitution,
Though disobedience seemed wiser.
God had the better option.
Taking the unpopular road,
I realised was a lot shorter.

Blessing after blessing,
A continual receiving,
As long as I consulted God.
He gave me the ultimate prize,
His constant presence and perfect guide!

'The Blessed Hope

'The Blessed Hope'


The Blessed Hope!
Go to the Mountain Tops and Shout it Out!
How GOD POURED HIS LOVE OUT!
We know with-out a shadow of doubt,
By God's Grace, We have The Blessed Hope!
What's it all about?
Whosoever Believes! Shall Be SAVED!
God gave His Son, JESUS is the Only One
Who's TRUE! For Me and You!
We're to go THROUGH HIM FOLLOW JESUS
In-order to become BORN-AGAIN!
The BLESSED HOPE is;
When You've become BORN-AGAIN,
You've Received the Forgiveness of your sins
With The Blessed Hope, Is so We can Cope
KNOW and WAIT! Until JESUS CHRIST RETURNS!
For All of Us! Whosoever Believes and Trusts
So, Don't be in a hurry or get discouraged
Hang onto The Blessed Hope!
We'll be with Our LORD In Eternity!

The Annunciation of The Blessed Virgin

The Annunciation Of The Blessed Virgin


Oh! Thou who deign'st to sympathise
With all our frail and fleshly ties,
Maker yet Brother dear,
Forgive the too presumptuous thought,
If, calming wayward grief, I sought
To gaze on Thee too near.

Yet sure 'twas not presumption, Lord,
'Twas Thine own comfortable word
That made the lesson known:
Of all the dearest bonds we prove,
Thou countest sons and mothers' love
Most sacred, most Thine own.

When wandering here a little span,
Thou took'st on Thee to rescue man,
Thou had'st no earthly sire:
That wedded love we prize so dear,
As if our heaven and home were here,
It lit in Thee no fire.

On no sweet sister's faithful breast
Wouldst Thou Thine aching forehead rest,
On no kind brother lean:
But who, O perfect filial heart,
E'er did like Thee a true son's part,
Endearing, firm, serene?

Thou wept'st, meek maiden, mother mild,
Thou wept'st upon thy sinless Child,
Thy very heart was riven:
And yet, what mourning matron here
Would deem thy sorrows bought too dear
By all on this side Heaven?

A Son that never did amiss,
That never shamed His Mother's kiss,
Nor crossed her fondest prayer:
E'en from the tree He deigned to bow,
For her His agonised brow,
Her, His sole earthly care.

Ave Maria! blessed Maid!
Lily of Eden's fragrant shade,
Who can express the love
That nurtured thee so pure and sweet,
Making thy heart a shelter meet
For Jesus' holy dove?

Ave Maria! Mother blest,
To whom, caressing and caressed,
Clings the eternal Child;
Favoured beyond Archangels' dream,
When first on Thee with tenderest gleam
Thy new-born Saviour smiled:-

Ave Maria! thou whose name
All but adoring love may claim,
Yet may we reach thy shrine;
For He, thy Son and Saviour, vows
To crown all lowly lofty brows
With love and joy like thine.

Blessed is the womb that bare Him--blessed
The bosom where His lips were pressed,
But rather blessed are they
Who hear His word and keep it well,
The living homes where Christ shall dwell,
And never pass away.

Blessed or Lucky

Blessed Or Lucky


Are you blessed or are you lucky?
When good things happen to you,
Does it really matter if there’s a difference?
As long as it goes through.

Have you ever seen someone do something stupid?
And say “that idiot” when they had to pay,
Only to remember when you did it,
Freely you had gotten away.

Was there ever a time you had too much to drink?
Under the influence and you couldn’t think?
Deciding to hit the road anyway,
Still can’t remember making it to the next day?

Reading the paper about these games people play,
Killing and injuring those who were in their way,
Shame, regret and sadness, hands covering the face,
Dear God, if I could only take the dead person’s place?

Yes, it could have been you,
Making the local and headline news,
With everyone saying “what a fool”,
What gives them the right to make hateful reviews?

Maybe thinking twice before you say?
What they could or shouldn’t have been doing that day,
How you’re glad you’ve never acted that way,
Instead of getting on your knees to give thanks and pray.

How often do you feel superior and overlook?
You should be the star of that negative book,
Reflecting on the bad things in your life you’ve done,
Wouldn’t doing them the right way have been just as much fun?

Now, you don’t have to look back with a tear in your eye,
Somberly saying if only I…
Do you really believe you’ve made it on your own?
Escaping time after time while being alone?

Don’t wait till you’ve come to the end of your rope,
While your soul is laid to rest,
To ask yourself this final question,
Am I lucky or am I blessed?



[Please I know when this Poem or song came to me it was for somebody ,Do not let that somebody, be you .] Jan bagwell 12\17/07 God Bless you!!

God has truly Blessed me today

GOD HAS TRULY BLESSED ME TODAY


God has truly blessed me today
I open the door of this house
To let the fresh air in
You are the God of my life
Who may ascend
Meet God I will do when he comes
Victory for my God I will Give
Holy Holy
I truly love my God
God has truly blessed me today
Send my sin away
I will watch the sun going down
I watched when the fields were on fire
Trees burned up in flames
I know God how great is your love
I can’t get enough of your love God
I found hope on you so I can carry on with my life
I wish you were here God
It has been sunny all day outside
And I keep on praising you today
God has truly blessed me today
I am forever here to stay
I need your touch
I will call upon your name
I will walk on and take the challenge in life
God be merciful to me
Your lovely source of true light
I will love, sing, and wonder
All I can say is thank you God
God has truly blessed me today
Rescue me when I am feeling tired
Holy spirit fall upon me
After the music fades I will sleep well
I will open my eyes
I want to see that light
I will walk in your fields
I hope to see the raindrops falling after the rain
And my life to be as happy as it can be here on earth
God I trust in you
Long live my God
Holy Holy

Know you are Blessed

Know You Are Blessed


Blessings are due,
To those who keep faith
Whether dancing in joy...
Or sobbing in heartbreak.
You have not been forsaken.
Shake loose from those 'blues',
And choose that life you want!

Begin to flaunt it as if it's clear...
You know you are blessed,
And you feel those blessings near!
Blessings are due!
You will not recognize which ones are yours,
If you refuse to answer that knock on your door?

It is not always pain and suffering,
Wanting to gain entry!
Coming to plant seeds of sorrow.
To keep you tensed and venting!
But you wont know that...
If you continue to turn your back,
On the possibility that someone could come
To deliver your reward!

No one should get that bored with life.
Not to find each breath exciting!
Especially when God allowed and gave it!
And wants you to have it your way!
But you have to pray every day for it to happen.
Big Poppa didn't slack on giving you love.
Or had you forgotten?
That's how you got here in the first place!

Our Blessed Hope

Our Blessed Hope


Perhaps we don't mention the Rapture, because it appears so surreal,
Or maybe it's because of other things each individual heart may feel,

For the Apostle Paul who sat with The Lord, this event was very real,
It was so much a fact that it filled him with an uncompromising zeal.

The deceived believe the Rapture is past, or it won't happen at all,
This deception is from the very one who was present at Adam's Fall.

Although this is indeed a future event in the Bible that's non-dated,
It will surly happen my friend, just as the Apostle Paul has stated.

For Eternity, The Lord is someone, of whom you should be acquainted,
By refusing His Love, by His command you will be Eternally alienated.

For Jesus Christ is coming again and in this you can be very sure,
And after we meet Him in the air, we will be with Him for evermore.

For The Lord Himself will descend with a command that's very loud,
Those asleep in Christ will rise and we will meet them in the clouds.

For we will not suffer wrath when we receive Salvation from The Lord,
For unbelievers after His Church is gone there's a lot more in store.

As the world is morally falling we are not to be filled with despair,
Instead Paul encourages Believers to prepare to meet Him in the air.

So as Believers wait for Eternal Peace, Our Blessed Hope my friend,
Many will say peace and safety with sudden destruction as their end.

Blessed by God

Blessed By God


So blessed by God
These hands of flesh
From my day born
Till the day I rest

I thank God
I love him so
He told me yes
He could have said no

With out stretched arms
He bids us all
Let me love you
Hear my call

Jesus love you
This you should know
He has many blessings
He's waiting to bestow

Be blessed by God
Allow him to give
All his wealth
Abundance to live

Blessed By The Word

Blessed By The Word


God blesses men with His Word, when The Living Truth is heard,
The hearts of eager men are spurred, at the reading of His Word.
Throughout His Word there is proof, of the Power of God’s Truth,
Even men who disdain The Truth, have seen His hand of reproof.

The Living Word is sharper than, a two-edged sword dear friend,
It changes the inner heart of men, leading many to a Godly end.
The Word of God can surely win, any heart that’s opposed in sin,
And The Word will change within, as you begin to walk with Him.

Friend no matter how you start, The Lord can change any heart,
Once you let Him in your heart, The Word of God will not depart.
The Word of God my dear friend, unlike the world will never end,
And all of eternity we will spend, with The Living Word my friend.

The Word of God changes your life, as you live for Jesus Christ,
Who gave Himself as a sacrifice, so men could have Eternal Life.
Christ is The Word my friend, although many didn’t comprehend,
When He came to dwell with men, coming down to be our friend.

You this day can have New Life, through The Lord Jesus Christ,
Who with His blood paid the price, as God’s redeeming sacrifice.
God will bless you for Eternity, believe in Christ and you will see,
When in The Word you believe, Eternal Life you will then receive.

The Blessed

The Blessed


Blessed are they that mourn
Is what our Lord Jesus said
And He promised we'd be comforted
As we sorrow for our dead

Time may seem like eternity
While we suffer in our grief
But our sorrow will be shortened
If in God we have belief

But first God will allow us
To experience the grief and pain
Of not being with the one we loved
Till He joins us once again

But God our Holy Father
There, to ease his children's pain
Says, we only need to come to HIm
In prayer, then peace we'll feel again

This does not mean, we'll forget
Our loved one who has gone
It means the sadness in our hearts
Won't be there for so long

On the Morning of Christ's Nativity

On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity






I

This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven’s eternal King,
Of wedded maid and Virgin Mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring;
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That he our deadly forfeit should release,
And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.

II

That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable,
And that far-beaming blaze of majesty,
Wherewith he wont at Heaven’s high council-table
To sit the midst of Trinal Unity,
He laid aside, and, here with us to be,
Forsook the Courts of everlasting Day,
And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.

III

Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein
Afford a present to the Infant God?
Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,
To welcome him to this his new abode,
Now while the heaven, by the Sun’s team untrod,
Hath took no print of the approaching light,
And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?

IV

See how from far upon the Eastern road
The star-led Wisards haste with odours sweet!
Oh! run; prevent them with thy humble ode,
And lay it lowly at his blessèd feet;
Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet,
And join thy voice unto the Angel Quire,
From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.

The Hymn
I

It was the winter wild,
While the heaven-born child
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
Nature, in awe to him,
Had doffed her gaudy trim,
With her great Master so to sympathize:
It was no season then for her
To wanton with the Sun, her lusty Paramour.

II

Only with speeches fair
She woos the gentle air
To hide her guilty front with innocent snow,
And on her naked shame,
Pollute with sinful blame,
The saintly veil of maiden white to throw;
Confounded, that her Maker’s eyes
Should look so near upon her foul deformities.

III

But he, her fears to cease,
Sent down the meek-eyed Peace:
She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding
Down through the turning sphere,
His ready Harbinger,
With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing;
And, waving wide her myrtle wand,
She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.

IV

No war, or battail’s sound,
Was heard the world around;
The idle spear and shield were high uphung;
The hookèd chariot stood,
Unstained with hostile blood;
The trumpet spake not to the armèd throng;
And Kings sat still with awful eye,
As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.

V

But peaceful was the night
Wherein the Prince of Light
His reign of peace upon the earth began.
The winds, with wonder whist,
Smoothly the waters kissed,
Whispering new joys to the mild Ocean,
Who now hath quite forgot to rave,
While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.

VI

The stars, with deep amaze,
Stand fixed in steadfast gaze,
Bending one way their precious influence,
And will not take their flight,
For all the morning light,
Or Lucifer that often warned them thence;
But in their glimmering orbs did glow,
Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.

VII

And, though the shady gloom
Had given day her room,
The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed,
And hid his head of shame,
As his inferior flame
The new-enlightened world no more should need:
He saw a greater Sun appear
Than his bright Throne or burning axletree could bear.

VIII

The Shepherds on the lawn,
Or ere the point of dawn,
Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;
Full little thought they than
That the mighty Pan
Was kindly come to live with them below:
Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,
Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.

IX

When such music sweet
Their hearts and ears did greet
As never was by mortal finger strook,
Divinely-warbled voice
Answering the stringèd noise,
As all their souls in blissful rapture took:
The air, such pleasure loth to lose,
With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close.

X

Nature, that heard such sound
Beneath the hollow round
Of Cynthia’s seat the airy Region thrilling,
Now was almost won
To think her part was done,
And that her reign had here its last fulfilling:
She knew such harmony alone
Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.

XI

At last surrounds their sight
A globe of circular light,
That with long beams the shamefaced Night arrayed;
The helmèd Cherubim
And sworded Seraphim
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displayed,
Harping in loud and solemn quire,
With unexpressive notes, to Heaven’s newborn Heir.

XII

Such music (as ’tis said)
Before was never made,
But when of old the Sons of Morning sung,
While the Creator great
His constellations set,
And the well-balanced World on hinges hung,
And cast the dark foundations deep,
And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.

XIII

Ring out, ye crystal spheres!
Once bless our human ears,
If ye have power to touch our senses so;
And let your silver chime
Move in melodious time;
And let the bass of heaven’s deep organ blow;
And with your ninefold harmony
Make up full consort of the angelic symphony.

XIV

For, if such holy song
Enwrap our fancy long,
Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold;
And speckled Vanity
Will sicken soon and die,
And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould;
And Hell itself will pass away,
And leave her dolorous mansions of the peering day.

XV

Yes, Truth and Justice then
Will down return to men,
The enamelled arras of the rainbow wearing;
And Mercy set between,
Throned in celestial sheen,
With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering;
And Heaven, as at some festival,
Will open wide the gates of her high palace-hall.

XVI

But wisest Fate says No,
This must not yet be so;
The Babe lies yet in smiling infancy
That on the bitter cross
Must redeem our loss,
So both himself and us to glorify:
Yet first, to those chained in sleep,
The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep,

XVII

With such a horrid clang
As on Mount Sinai rang,
While the red fire and smouldering clouds outbrake:
The aged Earth, aghast
With terror of that blast,
Shall from the surface to the centre shake,
When, at the world’s last sessiön,
The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread his throne.

XVIII

And then at last our bliss
Full and perfect is,
But now begins; for from this happy day
The Old Dragon under ground,
In straiter limits bound,
Not half so far casts his usurpèd sway,
And, wroth to see his Kingdom fail,
Swindges the scaly horror of his folded tail.

XIX

The Oracles are dumb;
No voice or hideous hum
Runs through the archèd roof in words deceiving.
Apollo from his shrine
Can no more divine,
Will hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
No nightly trance, or breathèd spell,
Inspires the pale-eyed Priest from the prophetic cell.

XX

The lonely mountains o’er,
And the resounding shore,
A voice of weeping heard and loud lament;
Edgèd with poplar pale,
From haunted spring, and dale
The parting Genius is with sighing sent;
With flower-inwoven tresses torn
The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.

XXI

In consecrated earth,
And on the holy hearth,
The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint;
In urns, and altars round,
A drear and dying sound
Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint;
And the chill marble seems to sweat,
While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat.

XXII

Peor and Baälim
Forsake their temples dim,
With that twice-battered god of Palestine;
And moonèd Ashtaroth,
Heaven’s Queen and Mother both,
Now sits not girt with tapers’ holy shine:
The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn;
In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz mourn.

XXIII

And sullen Moloch, fled,
Hath left in shadows dread
His burning idol all of blackest hue;
In vain with cymbals’ ring
They call the grisly king,
In dismal dance about the furnace blue;
The brutish gods of Nile as fast,
Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.

XXIV

Nor is Osiris seen
In Memphian grove or green,
Trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud;
Nor can he be at rest
Within his sacred chest;
Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud;
In vain, with timbreled anthems dark,
The sable-stolèd Sorcerers bear his worshiped ark.

XXV

He feels from Juda’s land
The dreaded Infant’s hand;
The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;
Nor all the gods beside
Longer dare abide,
Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine:
Our Babe, to show his Godhead true,
Can in his swaddling bands control the damnèd crew.

XXVI

So, when the Sun in bed,
Curtained with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,
The flocking shadows pale
Troop to the infernal jail,
Each fettered ghost slips to his several grave,
And the yellow-skirted Fays
Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze.

XXVII

But see! the Virgin blest
Hath laid her Babe to rest,
Time is our tedious song should here have ending:
Heaven’s youngest-teemèd star
Hath fixed her polished car,
Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending;
And all about the courtly stable
Bright-harnessed Angels sit in order serviceable.

At Christmas the drummer will drum for Christ

At Christmas The Drummer Will Drum For Christ


On Christmas morn all the bells will ring for Christ
On Christmas morn all the people will sing
Oh come all you faithful
All the words will be about the birth of Christ
The Manger will be laid
And the child will be praised
When Christmas does come, all the Angels will sing
And the bells will ring, ding, aling, ling
Joy for the world when Christ was born
Yes the bells ring in time for Christmas day
Heads will bow in the maddening crowd
Praise your Lord on Christmas day
The bells will ring ding.aling, ling
Heralding Christmas day
The drummer will drum to a beat of a drum
For Christ on Christmas day

Jesus the Nazarene

The child of Joseph and Mary,
born a Nazarene,
Held in his mother's arms,
Held by His Father's dreams,
He would calm the storms,
He would reign king of kings,
In a manger born.
In a stable scene.
The child of Joseph and Mary,
born a Nazarene.
Like the star that was shining that night,
He would rise to be the world's light,
Most precious in His father's sight,
a lamb for the world
in a stable scene,
Was the child of Mary and Joseph,
born a Nazarene.
He would someday bare a cross,
for a world that is lost
and He would someday rise
above,
Open your eyes to the gift of love,
born in a stable scene.
He ld in His mother's arms,
safe from life's storms,
held by His father's dreams,
Jesus the Nazarene

God will be there

God Will Be There


When tears fill your eyes,
And great sadness fills your heart,
When it is hard to say farewell,
To your friend as they go away.
The seasons come and go.
As time rushed on,
The years slipped away.
Your fellowship with God is there.
Farewell will not last forever.
Take joy my friend,
The clouds will clear away.
Rainbows will be bright again.
Songs will fill your heart with joy.
For your friends will keep you
In their prayers and thoughts.
When miles and ocean come in between.
For God will always be there.
Keep your hope and faith in him.
When good and bad times come your way.
So keep on trying best you can.
And God will see you through.

Christmas Spirit

Christmas Spirit


Put up a splash of Christmas spirit
Put in a dash of love
Stir up the sounds ‘till you can hear it
Sing out to those you love

Christmas, Christmas, you can fill me
Up with Christmas cheer
Christmas, Christmas, you fulfill my
Spirit every year

Toss up a mash of extra magic
Toss in a batch of love
Let up the lights with random logic
Look out for sleighs above

Santa, Santa, can I have it
Please I’ve been so good
Santa, Santa, please I beg you
Please oh if you would

Get up a clash of Christmas color
Get in a catch of love
Set up and show the shiny decor
Shout out with Christmas love

Listen, listen, you can see it
Spirit everywhere
Listen, listen, you can do it
Spread it out and share

Put up a splash of Christmas spirit
Put in a dash of love
Stir up the sounds ‘till you can hear it
Sing out to those you love

Christmas, Christmas, you can fill me
Up with Christmas cheer
Christmas, Christmas, you fulfill my
Spirit every year

Jesus My Bestfriend

Jesus My Bestfriend


when your world shattered
and you feel hopeless
when your dreams feel like
nothing at the end
when your friends rejected you
it felt hurt and betrayed
but there is someone
waiting for you to come and pray
saying, 'Son, could you be my bestfriend'
and your world will renew
replace it better than before

Jesus , Thank you

Jesus, Thank You


You are my rock when conviction seems so powerless.
You are my light when darkness seems so endless.
You are my sword when adversary strikes me.
You are my shield when uncertainty subdues me.

You showed me true love when hate consumes me.
You gave me strength when fear conquers me.
You encouraged me when I walked the extra mile.
You comforted me when I badly needed to smile.

You made me whole despite my emptiness inside.
You made me stand proud though I wanted to hide.
You made me understand things I couldn't find reason.
You made me appreciate life and its changing season.

You shared your life completely, that is beyond any measure
You offered a hand of friendship that I'll always treasure.
You taught me to have faith when there's nothing to hold on to.
You saved me Jesus, thank you for I'm nothing without you.

Jesus was the greatest man who ever live

Jesus was the greatest man who ever lived


Jesus was the greatest man who ever lived.
He loved to show kindness and he loved to forgive.
He resurrected the dead and made the blind see.
A couple of men wanted to stone a woman who committed adultery.
Jesus said that the person who had never sinned could throw the first stone.
When Jesus looked up, he saw that the men had left him and the woman alone.
Jesus loves us, that's why he died for our sins.
When the second coming arrives, he'll return to Earth again.

Lord Send My Angel

Lord Send My Angel


Lord send my angel
to sit at the foot of my bed
and shelter me from the crown of my head

Lord send my angel
to wake me in the love of Christ
to always conquer my days with peace and not strife

Lord send my angel
to watch over me all day long
as I go to and fro to keep me from all harm

Lord send my angel
who is powerful and strong
who shall guard my life forever long

Lord send my angel
and keep my angel dear and near
that I will feel no fear

Lord send my angel

Love of Jesus

Love of Jesus


When Jesus lives within your heart and your spirit yields to His
You will recognize and know His love
And welcome this treasure He freely gives

You will never receive from woman nor man
A love so complete, so - rare
None can compete with Jesus
No man's love can begin to compare

A love so deep with gentleness
With kindness, patience and compassion
A love so loyal and forgiving
A true love everlasting

He shares treasures of God's Kingdom
With those who follow Him
And guides your steps so tenderly
There will be no desire to sin

As closer and closer one draws to Him
This love our Lord does share
A love so tender and sincere
No man can compete, no man can compare.

Angel from heaven

ANGEL FROM HEAVEN

Saw another mighty angel come down,
From heaven, clothed with a cloud and a
Rainbow was upon his head, his face was as,
It were the sun, his feet as pillars of fire,

In his hand, a little book open and,
He set his right FOOT upon the SEA and,
His left foot upon the EARTH, cried a loud voice,
As when a Lion roareth: when he cried,

Seven thunders uttered their voices and
When seven thunders uttered their voices,
About to write, heard voice saying, seal up,
Things which seven thunders uttered, write not!

The Angel which stand upon sea and earth,
Lifted up his hand to Heaven and sware,
By him who that liveth for ever and ever,
Who created Heaven, things herein are,

And the earth, and the things that therein are,
And the sea, and the things which are therein,
That by time no longer, but in the days of,
The voice of seventh angel, when he shall begin

To sound the mystery of God, should be finished,
As he declared to servants the prophets.

REVELATION 10 KJV

Let's ardently pray for God's Divine Mercy

' Let's ardently pray for God's Divine Mercy'


How close is Heaven you might ask?
Explaining it is not an easy task.
I dare say mine is simply speculation
But makes sense to me in retrospection.

As heaven is at hand so also the devil may be,
Let's ardently pray for God's Divine Mercy.

I believe the Kingdom of God is at hand;
The thought of it is as God has planned.
I believe the Kingdom of God is within me
For this realization, Lord, I truly thank Thee.

As heaven is at hand so also the devil may be,
Let's ardently pray for God's Divine Mercy.

A thin invisible veil divides heaven and earth
It begins at conception through the day of birth,
And when death upon us make its' visitation
Will we respond to God's or Satan's invitation?

As heaven is at hand so also the devil may be
Let's ardently pray for God's Divine Mercy.

The blessings of Heaven and the curses of hell
Are very real I am compelled to tell
Let's not our precious souls sell
To brief moments of pleasure
At the sacrifice of Heavenly treasure.

As heaven is at hand so also the devil may be,
Let's ardently pray for God's Divine Mercy.

If, then, a thin veil separates us from Glory,
How well will we write our own life's story?
Will we realize Jesus' Presence is near
That He wants to dry each tear,
Cherish the love He brings,
And hear the songs He sings,
This Lord of lords, this King of kings?

As heaven is at hand so also the devil may be,
Let's ardently pray for God's Divine Mercy.

Let's Thank and Praise the Lord
For His Divine Mercy.

Angels touch

Angels Touch


Although I cannot see you, I feel your presence here
The comforting feeling that surrounds me, assures me you are near
You’ve come to take my hand, and release me from this pain
My body is giving up, no longer able to take the strain

For years I fought with dignity, I swore I’d prove them wrong
It was only your love and strength, which kept me going strong
Your no longer by my side, it was me, who begged you not to stay
I knew you could not handle this, this day when I went away

I’ll take with me the memories, and the love that we two shared
I’ll forever remember you smiling face, and your blue eyes which showed you cared
I’ll remember your ever gentle touch, and the sweet smell of your perfume
I’ll take every memory made with you, as I leave this earthbound tomb

I’ll take my place among the stars, and join the countless others
Those of us who are looking down, watching over our sisters and brothers
So please don’t shed a tear, when you find out that I’ve passed
I’m just another angel, in the army that Gods amassed

I know you want to be here, standing right by my side
But I don’t want your last memories of me, to be of the day I died
Don’t you worry baby, thru your memories, I’ll forever roam
For God has sent and Angel, to bring another warrior home

A place called Heaven

A Place Called Heaven


Gold and Silver
Precious gems untold
Diamonds and pearls
Streets of gold

Walls of jasper
A crown of life
Awaits us all
On the other side

Heavens gates
Will you enter in
The wealth of life
Where there's no sin

No tears will fall
From our eyes
No room for sorrow
Or sad good byes

Beauty and glory
Will always abound
Heavens sweet music
An angelic sound

Rays of glitter
Sparkle and shine
A place called Heaven
I claim as mine

The Window of Heaven

The Window of Heaven


The window of Heaven is open,
The angels can fly to and fro,
And those that I love can all gather,
And look down at Christmas below.

For Christmas is special in Heaven,
The love is so easy to see,
And down from the window at Christmas,
God sends a present to me.

'I will forever be with you,
Your side, I shall always be near,
And though you may not always see me,
In your heart I will always be there.

I will warm up your soul during Christmas,
My love is a fire burning bright,
Then my blanket of love will surround you,
And keep you all through the night.

On the brink of your Christmas morning,
I'll be the star at the top of the tree,
Shining my light on your teardrops,
You'll see a reflection of me.

Then as the gifts are all opened,
With the children encircling the hearth,
Look deep in their little faces,
Their kisses will be from my heart.

For the window of Heaven is open,
My love can pour out so free,
And those that I love can all gather,
And look up to Heaven at me.'

Praise , My Soul , the king of Heaven

Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven


Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
To His feet Thy tribute bring!
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me His praise should sing?
Praise Him! praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King!

Praise Him for His grace and favour,
To our fathers in distress!
Praise Him still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless!
Praise Him! praise Him!
Glorious in His faithfulness!

Father-like, He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows.
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes,
Praise Him! praise Him!
Widely as His mercy flows!

Frail as summer's flower we flourish:
Blows the wind, and it is gone.
But while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on.
Praise Him, Praise Him,
Praise the high eternal One!

Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face:
Sun and moon, bow down before Him;
Dwellers all in time and space,
Praise Him! praise Him!
Praise with us the God of grace!

Heaven

Heaven


Heaven, where the streets are made of gold,
Heaven, where you never age or grow old,
Heaven, where lifes secrets unfold,
Heaven, where the secrets are told,

Heaven, where flowers grow wild,
Heaven, once again your a child,
Heaven, the weathers always warm and mild,
Heaven, where wings lay open in piles,

Heaven, where we are free,
Heaven, cant you see?
Heaven, its for you and for me,
Heaven, when we are free.

Maker of Heaven and Earth

Maker of Heaven and Earth (All Things Bright and Beautiful)


All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;--

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

The Celebration of Jesus' Birthday

The Celebration Of Jesus' Birthday


Each year when Christmas comes round,
I sometimes wonder if we really understand what its all about.
We are so busy talking about Santa Claus,
and rushing to the shopping malls,
trying to hurry and buy them out,
That we never stop and think
that its Jesus' Birthday,
We are to Celebrate.
This Christmas, when we open our gaily wrapped Christmas Gifts,
with their Ribbons Bows, and Tinsel,
Let us Remember its Jesus' Birthday.
That's why it's Christmas.
Like the wise men with their Gifts, of Frankincense, and Myrrh.
Let us give the wonderful gift of peace and love.
For Jesus, was born as the Saviour, of the world.
When we sit down to our Christmas Dinner.
Let us bow our heads, and pray.
Let us Remember it's a Celebration of Jesus' Birthday.

God's loving and forgiving enshroudmental Quilt

God's Loving And Forgiving Enshroudmental Quilt.


I've been put on earth in this life to play upon God's mortal infested playground...
To go full steam forward and conquer all obsticles of sin that were placed at my feetal mound.

How may I to win on this spherical ball of dirt? ...
Each and every day spent is lined with soulful hurt.

I can't wait to join in the other side...
A place by God and Jesus Christ without pain from this empty unjacketed life and soon to be free to flee and hide.

At last I'll be where there is only eternal rest of happy peace...
All earthly suffering where unsorrowful displeasure will forever cease.

God's love will surround and envelope me in a protective enshroudmental quilt...
No more sin or unhappy guilt.

The sky will be filled with angels enjoying displayful rare saught after poems and art...
A last breath breathed from my once young but now, dying heart.

God will embrace and hold us all...
To his flock, by his loving peace filled forgiving tranquil call.

Amen! ...
I say again! ...

Stand up and Bless the Lord

Stand Up and Bless the Lord


Stand up and bless the Lord
Ye people of His choice;
Stand up and bless the Lord your God
With heart and soul and voice.

Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear His holy Name,
And laud and magnify?

O for the living flame
From His own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!

There, with benign regard,
Our hymns He deigns to hear;
Though unrevealed to mortal sense,
Our spirits feel Him near.

God is our Strength and Song,
And His salvation ours;
Then be His love in Christ proclaimed
With all our ransomed powers.

Stand up and bless the Lord;
The Lord your God adore;
Stand up and bless His glorious Name;
Henceforth forevermore.

P.S There is times in Our lives when we feel like
life has handed us it worsted . That is when God become Our Comforter !!

It is no secret what God can do

It is No Secret


(words & music by stuart hamblin)
The chimes of time ring out the news,
Another day is through.
Someone slipped and fell.
Was that someone you?

You may have longed for added strength,
Your courage to renew.
Do not be disheartened,
For I have news for you.

It is no secret what God can do.
What he’s done for others, he’ll do for you.
With arms wide open, he’ll pardon you.
It is no secret what God can do.

There is no night for in his light
You never walk alone.
Always feel at home,
Wherever you may go.

There is no power can conquer you
While God is on your side.
Take him at his promise,
Don’t run away and hide.

It is no secret what God can do.
What he’s done for others, he’ll do for you.
With arms wide open, he’ll pardon you.
It is no secret what God can do.


P.s. I could think of nothing better for this day , very few times will I use things that I do not write , But I felt like this what God wanted for today . If this was for you ,please email back.

Walking With God

Walking With God


Oh! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refershing view
Of Jesus and his word?

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

Return, O holy Dove, return!
Sweet the messenger of rest!
I hate the sins that made thee mourn
And drove thee from my breast.

The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

A Thanksgiving to God , for His House

A THANKSGIVING TO GOD, FOR HIS HOUSE


Lord, thou hast given me a cell,
Wherein to dwell;
A little house, whose humble roof
Is weather proof;
Under the spars of which I lie
Both soft and dry;
Where thou, my chamber for to ward,
Hast set a guard
Of harmless thoughts, to watch and keep
Me, while I sleep.
Low is my porch, as is my fate;
Both void of state;
And yet the threshold of my door
Is worn by th' poor,
Who thither come, and freely get
Good words, or meat.
Like as my parlour, so my hall
And kitchen's small;
A little buttery, and therein
A little bin,
Which keeps my little loaf of bread
Unchipt, unflead;
Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar
Make me a fire,
Close by whose living coal I sit,
And glow like it.
Lord, I confess too, when I dine,
The pulse is thine,
And all those other bits that be
There placed by thee;
The worts, the purslain, and the mess
Of water-cress,
Which of thy kindness thou hast sent;
And my content
Makes those, and my beloved beet,
To be more sweet.
'Tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth
With guiltless mirth,
And giv'st me wassail bowls to drink,
Spiced to the brink.
Lord, 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand
That soils my land,
And giv'st me, for my bushel sown,
Twice ten for one;
Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay
Her egg each day;
Besides, my healthful ewes to bear
Me twins each year;
The while the conduits of my kine
Run cream, for wine:
All these, and better, thou dost send
Me, to this end,--
That I should render, for my part,
A thankful heart;
Which, fired with incense, I resign,
As wholly thine;
--But the acceptance, that must be,
My Christ, by Thee.

Man forgets God ,But God reminds him

Man Forgets God, But God Reminds Him


When miracles, God does 'fore every eye,
And improves every state of gloom, despair;
To pray to God and thank Him, man asks why?
Until the moment, he hungers for air.

But God allows problems to seize a mind;
To warn a man, he'as gone astray from Him;
Reminding him, His commandments to bind
And make his soul better and look more trim.

All things will happen as per divine word,
And without God, no man achieves a thing;
We are his flock; He is our Good Shepherd;
He cares for us, expecting not a thing.
Why then do we forget the Mighty God,
And knowing fully well, we are just clod!

If Jesus Was Born Today

If Jesus Was Born Today


If Jesus was born today
it would be in a downtown motel
marked by a helicopter's flashing bulb.
A traffic warden, working late,
would be the first upon the scene.
Later, at the expense of a TV network,
an eminent sociologist,
the host of a chat show
and a controversial author
would arrive with their good wishes
-the whole occasion to be filmed as part of the
'Is This The Son Of God?' one hour special.
Childhood would be a blur of photographs and speculation
dwindling by his late teens into
'Where Is He Now?' features in Sunday magazines.

If Jesus was thirty today
they wouldn't really care about the public ministry,
they'd be too busy investigating His finances
and trying to prove He had Church or Mafia connections.
The miracles would be explained by
an eminent and controversial magician,
His claims to be God's Son recognised as
excellent examples of Spoken English
and immediately incorporated into
the O-Level syllabus,
His sinless perfection considered by moral philosophers
as, OK, but a bit repressive.

If Jesus was thirty-one today
He'd be the fly in everyone's ointment-
the sort of controversial person who
stands no chance of eminence.
Communists would expel Him, capitalists
would exploit Him or have Him
smeared by people who know a thing or two about God.
Doctors would accuse Him of quackery,
soldiers would accuse Him of cowardice,
theologians would take Him aside and try
to persuade Him of His non-existence.

If Jesus was thirty-two today we'd have to
end it all. Heretic, fundamentalist, literalist,
puritan, pacifist, non-conformist, we'd take Him
away and quietly end the argument.
But the argument would rumble in the ground
at the end of three days and would break out
and walk around as though death was some bug,
saying 'I am the resurrection and the life...
No man cometh to the Father but by me'.
While the magicians researched new explanations
and the semanticists wondered exactly what
He meant by 'I' and 'No man' there would be those
who stand around amused, asking for something
called proof.

'My Jesus and me

'MY JESUS AND ME'


I spent time with Jesus today
I spoke his name and tried
His commands to obey

How sweet to visit him during
The daylight hours, for comfort I find
As I share with him the things upon my mind

Today wasn’t perfect, I suppose
Neither will tomorrow be
But time is so sweetly spent
When we are alone, my Jesus and me

Sorrows often come in one door
Or another in this life
But when we spend time alone
With God, we find needed strength,
And comfort, and experience better ways
To cope with pain and strife

I don’t have to worry about
What tomorrow might bring
For with Jesus beside me
Together we can handle anything

If you don’t have time to spend
With Jesus in prayer each day
I recommend you find some time for him
For he alone is worthy of all praise and
He is wonderful and true, his mercy endureth forever
His arms are outstretched also for you

What would Jesus do ?

What would Jesus do?


In times of trouble
Your heart can't see
What would Jesus do?
In this time of need

When you need answers
And you can't see through
All the raging emotions
What would Jesus do?

When your racked with guilt
Of things to come
Your plans of destruction
You can't hide from

All's not yet gone
Your afraid of you
Just ask yourself
What would Jesus do?

Drinking and driving
How many times you've been told
You could kill yourself
And other lives you hold

One man looks down
With tears in his eyes
You know what I would do
As he bows his head and sighs

Just snort some coke
Noone will ever know
Come on man
It's your turn to go

All your feelings inside
Are feeling it, too
This nudge from Jesus
Man, what would I do?

I was as human
When I walked the earth
My father allowed me
To be born in birth

To answer these questions
All want, no matter who
When faced with temptations
Just what, I would do

Jesus is the answer

Jesus Is The Answer


Do you question the things of Sorrow?
Have you thoughts of what brings tomorrow?
Do you lie awake a night with fears?
Have you shed many tears?
Do you ever feel so blue?
You do not know what to do?
Does you live feel empty too.

“Jesus Is The Answer”

He can make a moon turn to sunshine
He can make the stars shine aglow
Yes, he can heal a broken heart
This I surely know.

“Jesus Is The Answer”

He can do everything in gladness
Even if our lives seem with so much sadness

Yes, oh yes, when we have no more heartache
He has filled that empty hole
Faith within us glows

Yes, oh, yes, my friend
I will say it until my days will end
“Jesus Is The Answer”
He has taken away all my sin.

Footsteps of Angels

Footsteps of Angels


When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
To a holy, calm delight;

Ere the evening lamps are lighted,
And, like phantoms grim and tall,
Shadows from the fitful firelight
Dance upon the parlor wall;

Then the forms of the departed
Enter at the open door;
The beloved, the true-hearted,
Come to visit me once more;

He, the young and strong, who cherished
Noble longings for the strife,
By the roadside fell and perished,
Weary with the march of life!

They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
Spake with us on earth no more!

And with them the Being Beauteous,
Who unto my youth was given,
More than all things else to love me,
And is now a saint in heaven.

With a slow and noiseless footstep
Comes that messenger divine,
Takes the vacant chair beside me,
Lays her gentle hand in mine.

And she sits and gazes at me
With those deep and tender eyes,
Like the stars, so still and saint-like,
Looking downward from the skies.

Uttered not, yet comprehended,
Is the spirit's voiceless prayer,
Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,
Breathing from her lips of air.

Oh, though oft depressed and lonely,
All my fears are laid aside,
If I but remember only
Such as these have lived and died!

God's Alive and Well

God's Alive And Well




When I see the stars hang in the sky, oh
When I watch a bird spread its wings and fly
And each time I hear the wind blow through the trees, oh
With every breath of air that I breath
All the things I can't see
Still inside I believe

In a baby's laugh
In a mother's eyes
Little miracles around us
Every day of our lives
The way the sun lights up the dark
The hope that I feel in my heart
And as far as I can tell
God's alive and well
Yeah, God's alive and well

Just like the Earth cradles the moon, oh
How that far-away sun still makes the flowers bloom
And the joy only heaven can bring to a soul, oh
If trouble comes, I am safe in the hands
'Cause I know there's a plan
My heart understands

In a baby's laugh
In a mother's eye's
Little miracles around us
Every day of our lives
The way the sun lights up the dark
The hope that I feel in my heart
And as far as I can tell
God's alive and well
Yeah, God's alive and well

Call it a little bit of luck
Or just a simple twist of fate
Oh, we get swept up in the arms
You can feel it every day

In a baby's laugh
In a mother's eyes
Little miracles around us
Every day of our lives
The way the sun lights up the dark
The hope that I feel in my heart
And as far as I can tell

Yes, as far as I can tell
God's alive and well
Yeah, God's alive and well

As far as I can tell
God's alive and well

In the Lord's Arms

In The Lord's Arms


Like the wings stolen from an angel
Like petals gone from a rose
Like a dove caught in a storm

Tonight he’s in the lord’s arms

The wind it blew straight through us
And whispered to me in tongues
I was told I was wrong

Tonight he would be in the lord’s arms
Tonight he is in the lord’s arms

So I drink this wine to him
With each glass, a memory
He left with his crown of thornes

Tonight he’s in the lord’s arms
Tonight he’s in the lord’s arms
Tonight he’s in the lord’s arms

My Lord and I

My Lord And I


My Lord and I;
We're gonna' walk and tell the story, children,
My Lord and I;
When I come to the river, wide,
The blessed Lord is gonna'
Calm the tide,
We're gonna' walk this road to Glory, (children)
My Lord and I

We're gonna' walk this road to Glory, children,
My Lord and I;
We're gonna' walk and tell the story, children,
My Lord and I;
Rain or shine, snow or sleet,
Blessed Lord, guide my feet
We're gonna' walk this road to Glory, (children)
My Lord and I
Such is my consolation;
Burdens out of the way.
The Holy Spirit guides me
As I travel day by day.
I just pull into the station
And I get a full supply.
We're gonna' walk this road to Glory, (children)
My Lord and I
Well, we're gonna'
Walk and talk all the way to Glory,
Walk and tell the blessed old story,
Walk and talk all the way to Glory,
My Lord and I.
When I come to the river, wide,
The blessed Lord is gonna'
Calm the tide.
We're gonna' walk this road to Glory, (children)
My Lord and I

I believe

MY BELIEFS:
I believe-
that we don't have to change friends
if we understand that friends change.

I believe-
that no matter how good a friend is,
they're going to hurt you every once in a while and
you must forgive them for that.

I believe-
that true friendship continues to grow,
even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.

I believe-
that you can do something in an instant
that will give you heartache for life.

I believe-
that it's taking me a long time
to become the person I want to be.

I believe-
that you should always leave loved ones
with loving words. It may be the last
time you see them.

I believe-
that you can keep going
long after you can't.

I believe-
that we are responsible for what we do,
no matter how we feel.

I believe-
that either you control your attitude
or it controls you.

I believe-
that regardless of how hot and
steamy a relationship is at first,
the passion fades and there had
better be something else to take its place.

I believe-
that heroes are the people
who do what has to be done
when it needs to be done,
regardless of the consequences.

I believe-
that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I believe-
that my best friend and I can do anything
or nothing and have the best time.

I believe-
that sometimes the people you expect
to kick you when you're down,
will be the ones to help you get back up.

I believe-
that sometimes when I'm angry
I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn't give me
the right to be cruel.

I believe-
that just because someone doesn't love
you the way you want them to doesn't
mean they don't love you with all they have.

I believe-
that maturity has more to do with
what types of experiences you've had
and what you've learned from them
and less to do with how many
birthdays you've celebrated.

I believe-
that it isn't always enough to be
forgiven by others. Sometimes you
have to learn to forgive yourself.

I believe-
that no matter how bad your
heart is broken the world doesn't stop for
your grief.

I believe-
that our background and circumstances
may have influenced who we are,
but we are responsible for who
we become.

I believe-
that just because two people argue,
it doesn't mean they don't love each other
And just because they don't argue,
it doesn't mean they do.

I believe-
that you shouldn't be so eager
to find out a secret.
It could change your life forever.

I believe-
that two people can look at the exact
same thing and see something totally different.

I believe-
that your life can be changed
in a matter of hours
by people who don't even know you.

I believe-
that even when you think you
have no more to give,
when a friend cries out to you
you will find the strength to help.

I believe-
that credentials on the wall
do not make you a decent human being.

I believe-
that the people you care about most in life
are taken from you too soon.

I believe-
That you should send this to all of the people
that you believe in.

I Believe In Jesus who arose
And Lived forever more
Amen and Amen!!

My Precious Lord Jesus

My Precious Lord Jesus


My precious Lord Jesus how I love you so,
You fill my whole life with an amazing glow.
I bless you and praise you from deep in my heart,
I now know Lord Jesus we'll never be apart.

Though bad thing may happen and I know I'll become sad,
Just one precious touch from you Lord will make me feel glad.
I shout from the mountains of how you make me feel,
Sometimes Lord Jesus it seems amazingly unreal.

I get down on my knees Lord and say a little prayer,
And thank you Lord Jesus for your tender care.
Your grace and your mercy, your undying love,
Your never ending security sent from above.
I just want to say Lord how precious you are to me
And I know we'll be together Lord forever in Eternity.

Jesus' Love

Jesus' Love


I want to believe in You
I want to hold onto You
Only You can save my heart
From being torn apart

I'm running away from my sins
I'm searching for You it seems
I'm doing all I can
Because this is my plan

Hear my faithful prayers
Let me know Your answers
Take my faithful hand
Bring me to Your land

I'm chasing for the one called Hope
Who's there when I cannot cope
Once, I needed Jesus' Love
Now, I have Jesus' Love

I'm testifying
Your wondrous blessings
Your grace is so amazing

I'm sacrificing
My everything
You're love is so deserving

Jesus Always make me strong

Jesus Always Make Me Strong


Jesus always make me strong, when I'm down and all alone. Jesus
he's
my backbone, when I can't carry the load on my own. Jesus is my
tower
of power, when I can't reach any higher. Jesus give me strength
every
hour he's my leader when I have no direction. Jesus he's the fuel to
my fire, when I'm cold, he's my fuel, when my body crave for
nourishment. Jesus always makes me strong, when I'm down. Jesus
gives
me strength when I'm alone. I don't think I could make it each
and everyday without his love and tenderness, Jesus is my tower of
power
he gives me strength every hour, Jesus always makes me strong.

God's Family The Church of the The Living God

GOD'S FAMILY THE CHURCH OF THE LIVING GOD


Wanted us to know how people ought to,
Behave in God's family that is, in the,
Church of the Living God, which upholds the,
Truth and keeps it safe, without any doubt,

MYSTERY of our religion deep indeed,
He was made visible in the flesh, was
Attested by SPIRIT, seen by Angels,
Preached to nations, believed on in the world,
Taken up in glory, Thank-you, Jesus.

I am a little church (no great cathedral)

I am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
I do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
I am not sorry when sun and rain make april
my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness
around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
I am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
I do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
I am not sorry when silence becomes singing
winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

My Brother and me

Larry and I


As I walk along this road of life
Passing thousands along the way
In my journey many come and go
But only a few sprout roots to stay

The door to my heart is always open
And it has plenty of room to grow
Many have viewed my heart unfit
But he was there from the first hello

If I made a list of those I know
Who’ve left their brand on my soul
His name would be there at the top
Of the one’s who’ve made life whole

His heart is big and filled with love
Mine’s big and full of laughter
Together we make the perfect team
And we’ll be friends forever after

So few will offer an unconditional bond
And accept the good with the bad
But he’s always there to share a laugh
Or pick me up when I am sad

We’re two hearts that met along life’s path
Where one has marked the other
Few have found such a place
He’s a friend…a dad…a brother

His heart and soul, I love and cherish
The bond we formed will never end
For in this man I found true friendship
And affection that’s not pretend

This special man, my unlikely friend
He’s earned his place in my soul
With kind regard, and loving care
His virtues are to be extolled

This verse was penned with thoughts of him
For he’ll stay in my heart forever
And I dedicate these humble words
With a love that can’t be severed

*******************************************************
Larry Bagwell my brother
You are a true and special friend,
I have nothing but love for you.
Always.....

Jan bagwell { My brother went to be with Jesus Oct 13 , 2007 ]

Jesus take the wheel

Jesus take the wheel


Jesus take the wheel

She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
on a snow white Christmas eve.
Going home to see her momma and her daddy
with the baby in the back seat.
Fifty miles to go,
and she was running low on faith and gasoline.
It'd been a long, hard year.

She had a lot on her mind
and she didn't pay attention
She was going way too fast.
and before she knew it,
she was spinning on a thin, black sheet of glass.
She saw both their lives
flash before her eyes,
she didn't even have time to cry
She was so scared.
She threw her hands up in the air.

Jesus take the wheel,
take it from my hands,
cause I can't do this on my own.
I'm letting go,
so give me one more chance.
so Save me from this road I'm on.
Jesus take the wheel.

It was still getting colder
when she made it to the shoulder
And the car came to a stop.
She cried when she saw, that baby in the backseat
sleeping like a rock.
And for the first time in a long time,
she bowed her head to pray.
she said 'I'm sorry for the way I've been living my life.
I know I've got to change
so from now on, tonight'

Jesus take the wheel.
take it from my hands,
cause I can't do this on my own.
I'm letting go,
so give me one more chance.
To save me from this road I'm on.


Oh, Jesus take the wheeeeeeeeel
Oh, I'm letting go,
so give me one more chance,
so save me from this road I'm on.
From this road I'm on.
Jesus take the wheel.
Oh, take it, take it from me.

Angels Don't Cry

Dear Jesus Can I be an angel
What can I do
I want to go to heaven
Do you need me too
I promise I'll be good
I'll dance around your throne
Mommy won't even notice That I'm gone
Angel's don't bleed Or do they cry
They bounce cloud to cloud
On wings that fly Angel's don't hurt
From a body black and blue
Jesus, please take me To heaven with you
Angel's aren't scared
They don't feel no pain
They don't lay on sheets With crimstone bloodstains
Angel's don't have bruises Or cry in the night
Angel's don't hide in closets
To keep out of sight Angel's don't hurt
From a body black and blue
Jesus, please take me To heaven with you
Amen

Rejoice Evermore with Angels above

Rejoice Evermore With Angels Above


Rejoice evermore With angels above,
In Jesus's power, In Jesus's love:
With glad exultation Your triumph proclaim,
Ascribing salvation To God and the Lamb.

Thou, Lord, our relief In trouble hast been;
Hast saved us from grief, Hast saved us from sin;
The power of thy Spirit Hath set our hearts free,
And now we inherit All fulness in thee;

All fulness of peace, All fulness of joy,
And spiritual bliss That never shall cloy:
To us it is given In Jesus to know
A kingdom of heaven, A heaven below.

No longer we join While sinners invite,
Nor envy the swine Their brutish delight;
Their joy is all sadness, Their mirth is all vain,
Their laughter is madness, Their pleasure is pain.

O might they at last With sorrow return,
The pleasures to taste For which they were born;
Our Jesus receiving, Our happiness prove,
The joy of believing, The heaven of love!

Angels touch

Angels Touch


Although I cannot see you, I feel your presence here
The comforting feeling that surrounds me, assures me you are near
You’ve come to take my hand, and release me from this pain
My body is giving up, no longer able to take the strain

For years I fought with dignity, I swore I’d prove them wrong
It was only your love and strength, which kept me going strong
Your no longer by my side, it was me, who begged you not to stay
I knew you could not handle this, this day when I went away

I’ll take with me the memories, and the love that we two shared
I’ll forever remember you smiling face, and your blue eyes which showed you cared
I’ll remember your ever gentle touch, and the sweet smell of your perfume
I’ll take every memory made with you, as I leave this earthbound tomb

I’ll take my place among the stars, and join the countless others
Those of us who are looking down, watching over our sisters and brothers
So please don’t shed a tear, when you find out that I’ve passed
I’m just another angel, in the army that Gods amassed

I know you want to be here, standing right by my side
But I don’t want your last memories of me, to be of the day I died
Don’t you worry baby, thru your memories, I’ll forever roam
For God has sent and Angel, to bring another warrior home

Life and Death and Present and Future

LIFE and DEATH AND PRESENT and FUTURE


Wisdom of world, foolishness before God,
As scripture says: Lord knows, wise men's thoughts:
Nothing to boast about in anything human,
The world, life and death, present and future.

All our servants; but we belong to Christ,
Christ belongs to God, we are Christ servants,
Stewards entrusted with mysterious of God,
What is excepted of stewards? Each one,

Should be found worthy of his trust, not that,
It makes the slightest difference to us,
As for us, it makes the slightest difference
Whether human authority approve,

Lord alone our judge, must be no passing,
Premature judgement, leave that for Lord's coming,
He will light up all hidden in the dark,
Reveal secret intentions of men's hearts,

Then the time for each to have whatever,
Praise, we deserve from God, is it that we,
Have everything we want-that we are rich,
Already in possession of our kingdom?

My God ,My Lord and My King

My God, My Lord and My King


O’ God, I know you mad at me?
Because of the sin did I commit?
My selfish deeds caused my iniquity.
Everytime, to you, I do not submit?

Against me, came pain and calamity.
Because against God, I had sinned.
Please, Lord forgive my iniquity.
Unto me, Thy mercies commend.

Willingly, before thee, I kneel and pray,
Of all these, my many sins, I do repent.
Lord; please take not thy Spirit away.
I will follow only the Christ, you sent.

Accept the praises that I will give,
Joyously, I will proclaim your Name.
All my sins, You did forgive.
My life is no longer the same.

There is one thing for sure I know.
Your praises, I will forever sing.
No matter how good or bad things might go.
You always are my God, my Lord, and my King.

Jesus ,Jesus , Jesus

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus


Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, sweetest name I know
Oh Lord, what would have become of me
If you had not loved me so?

Where would my crushed heart go when delivered a blow?
Maybe to a comforting friend
But what would I do when that came to an end?

Who can give me back my mothers love?
Who can return me to my daddys knee?
Only you Lord, who gave it all to me.

Who can give me wisdom to see the Christmas tree?
And realize without you there would not be any me.

Who can hold me up Lord, when I can hold no more?
Only precious Jesus who will meet me at the door.

Who can look upon me when I am dead
And know the very number of the hairs upon my head?

Who can take the things we face down here
And turn them into victory
So we can face another year?

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, sweetest name I know!

God's Will and Plan

God's Will And Plan


God's Will And Plan

From out of the thought the universe came as an inclusive one
Life, lights and minds, to be shared by those who live under a sun.

The thought was formed with order and change according to a plan
Earth had various forms of life, along with the minds of a woman, and a man.

Life was to be a shared equal responsibility of both women and men
Children to be protected, provided for; and prepared; for their time of when.

The planet was given all that was necessary for life to survive
Mother Nature to do what was necessary, for humanity to stay alive.

Each child was to be protected until their minds energy was unique and one
Children are different yet the same, as each has a seed, 'waiting fo become'..

The cells of each body their destination accomplished by a key
The sense's to feed the mind and also its long and short-term memory.

Every cell of energy, matter and chemicals into a shape or a form
The umbilical chord is cut and another human is about to be born.

Fertilized egg into an embryo ithen a fetus and then a human form
A trimester of three to total nine, as the brain connects to process and inform..

Another seed to become a being worthy of the gift of earthly life and time
A human being of individual thought and value, as the continuity of our line.

Every child is a child of God on loan to us to protect, nurture and prepare
To raise each with love and be instilled, with the meaning of 'fair'.

Soon we will be gone and it will be their turn to be called grand
Humanity is an equally shared experience; between both woman and also man.