Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Monday, November 24, 2014
An Irish Blessing
I wish you not a path devoid of clouds,
Nor a life on a bed of roses,
not that you might never need regret,
nor that you should never feel pain.
No, that is not my wish for you.
My wish for you is:
That you might be brave in times of trial,
when others lay crosses upon your shoulders.
When mountains must be climbed,
and chasms are to be crossed.
When hope can scarce shine through.
That your gift God gave you
Might grow along with you
and let you give the gift of joy
to all who care for you.
That you may always have a friend
who is worth that name.
Whom you can trust,
and who helps you in times of sadness.
Who will defy the storms
of daily life at your side.
One more wish I have for you
that in every hour of joy and pain
you may feel God close to you.
This is my wish for you,
and all who care for you.
This is my hope for you,
Now and forever.
Golden Slumbers
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Count Your Blessings
When upon life's billows
you are tempest-tossed,
When you are discouraged,
thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings;
name them one by one,
And it will surprise you
what the Lord has done.
Count your blessings;
Name them one by one.
Count your blessings;
See what God hath done.
Count your blessings;
Name them one by one.
Count your many blessings;
See what God hath done.
Are you ever burdened
with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy
you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings;
ev'ry doubt will fly,
And you will be singing
as the days go by.
When you look at others
with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you
his wealth untold.
Count your many blessings;
money cannot buy
Your reward in heaven
nor your home on high.
So amid the conflict,
whether great or small,
Do not be discouraged;
God is over all.
Count your many blessings;
angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you
to your journey's end.
Text: Johnson Oatman, Jr., 1856-1922
Music: Edwin O. Excell, 1851-1921
Golden Slumbers
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Not My Turn
When I am drowning, and gasping my last breath
saying farewell to this world
The angels come around and stay the wrath
for yet another while.
Not my turn yet,so they say, still not my turn
and so I am locked away from paradise
that world beyond for which we yearn
within the sound of God's voice
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