Thursday, March 25, 2010
It's KY vs. WV in the Elite Eight!
Oh, my! Da' lead gonna fly! Hatfields vs. McCoys, lol.
Pass the jug, ma!
:-)
p.s. go UK! Even though I think WV is ok -- shout out to my WV friends, lol.
UPDATE: Congrat's to WV for the win. UK went cold in thar' shootin' at the warstest time, lol. :-)
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
A whole heart, with light in every part
Gather my broken fragments
by George MacDonald
Gather my broken fragments to a whole,
As these four quarters make a shining day.
Into thy basket, for my golden bowl,
Take up the things that I have cast away
In vice or indolence or unwise play.
Let mine be a merry, all-receiving heart,
But make it a whole, with light in every part.
Selah.
Teach me your way, O LORD, and I will walk in your truth; give me an undivided heart, that I may fear your name. Psalm 86:11, NIV
Teach me your way, O LORD, that I may walk in your truth; unite my heart to fear your name. Psalm 86:11, ESV
And I will give them one heart and one way, that they may fear Me always, for their own good and for the good of their children after them.
Selah.
by George MacDonald
Gather my broken fragments to a whole,
As these four quarters make a shining day.
Into thy basket, for my golden bowl,
Take up the things that I have cast away
In vice or indolence or unwise play.
Let mine be a merry, all-receiving heart,
But make it a whole, with light in every part.
Selah.
Teach me your way, O LORD, and I will walk in your truth; give me an undivided heart, that I may fear your name. Psalm 86:11, NIV
Teach me your way, O LORD, that I may walk in your truth; unite my heart to fear your name. Psalm 86:11, ESV
And I will give them one heart and one way, that they may fear Me always, for their own good and for the good of their children after them.
Selah.
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The temple stones shall cry, and loud repeat
Descend to thy Jerusalem, O Lord
Words: Jeremy Taylor (1613-1667)
Tune: Ich wart' auf dich (Meter: 10 10 10 10)
Descend to thy Jerusalem, O Lord,
Her faithful children cry with one accord;
Come, ride in triumph on; behold we lay
Our guilty lusts and proud wills in thy way.
Thy road is ready, Lord; thy paths made straight,
In longing expectation seem to wait
The consecration of thy beauteous feet,
And hark, hosannas loud thy footsteps greet.
Welcome, O welcome to our hearts, Lord; here
Thou hast a temple, too, and full as dear
As that in Zion, and as full of sin;
How long shall thieves and robbers dwell therein?
Enter and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor;
Destroy their strength, that they may never more
Profane with traffic vile that holy place
Which thou hast chosen, there to set thy face.
And then, if our stiff tongues shall silent be
In praises of thy finished victory,
The temple stones shall cry, and loud repeat
'Hosanna!' and thy gracious footsteps greet.
Selah.
Words: Jeremy Taylor (1613-1667)
Tune: Ich wart' auf dich (Meter: 10 10 10 10)
Descend to thy Jerusalem, O Lord,
Her faithful children cry with one accord;
Come, ride in triumph on; behold we lay
Our guilty lusts and proud wills in thy way.
Thy road is ready, Lord; thy paths made straight,
In longing expectation seem to wait
The consecration of thy beauteous feet,
And hark, hosannas loud thy footsteps greet.
Welcome, O welcome to our hearts, Lord; here
Thou hast a temple, too, and full as dear
As that in Zion, and as full of sin;
How long shall thieves and robbers dwell therein?
Enter and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor;
Destroy their strength, that they may never more
Profane with traffic vile that holy place
Which thou hast chosen, there to set thy face.
And then, if our stiff tongues shall silent be
In praises of thy finished victory,
The temple stones shall cry, and loud repeat
'Hosanna!' and thy gracious footsteps greet.
Selah.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The Jesus Map
And a little child shall lead them...
A father wanted to read a magazine but was being bothered by his little girl. She wanted to know what the United States looked like. Finally, he tore a sheet out of his new magazine on which was printed the map of the country. Tearing it into small pieces, he gave it to her and said, 'Go into the other room and see if you can put this together. This will show you our whole country today..'
After a few minutes, she returned and handed him the map, correctly fitted and taped together. The father was surprised and asked how she had finished so quickly. 'Oh,' she said, 'on the other side of the paper is a picture of Jesus. When I got all of Jesus back where He belonged, then our country just came together.'
Selah.
Friday, March 05, 2010
Till thou thy perfect love impart
Shepherd divine, our wants relieve
Words: Charles Wesley (1707-1788)
Tune: St. Etheldreda
Shepherd divine, our wants relieve
In this our evil day,
To all thy tempted followers give
The power to watch and pray.
Long as our fiery trials last,
Long as the cross we bear,
O let our souls on thee be cast
In never-ceasing prayer!
Thy Spirit's interceding grace
Give us in faith to claim;
To wrestle till we see thy face,
And know thy hidden name.
Till thou thy perfect love impart,
Till thou thyself bestow,
Be this the cry of every heart:
I will not let thee go -
I will not let thee go, unless
Thou tell thy name to me,
With all thy great salvation bless,
And make me all like thee.
Then let me on the mountain-top
Behold thine open face,
Where faith in sight is swallowed up,
And prayer in endless praise.
Selah.
Words: Charles Wesley (1707-1788)
Tune: St. Etheldreda
Shepherd divine, our wants relieve
In this our evil day,
To all thy tempted followers give
The power to watch and pray.
Long as our fiery trials last,
Long as the cross we bear,
O let our souls on thee be cast
In never-ceasing prayer!
Thy Spirit's interceding grace
Give us in faith to claim;
To wrestle till we see thy face,
And know thy hidden name.
Till thou thy perfect love impart,
Till thou thyself bestow,
Be this the cry of every heart:
I will not let thee go -
I will not let thee go, unless
Thou tell thy name to me,
With all thy great salvation bless,
And make me all like thee.
Then let me on the mountain-top
Behold thine open face,
Where faith in sight is swallowed up,
And prayer in endless praise.
Selah.