First I saw my friend Amanda, then Rippy and said- now I wonder what we would look like Simpsonized? For my friends who don't Facebook, now we know. 2D flatters me...
We meet to part and part to meet The parting’s mostly bittersweet When one is absent from our space It leaves a hole one can’t replace When loved ones are called away To new horizons and can’t stay In the familiar anymore to remain We still miss them dearly clear and plain But there can be no regrets And we will nevermore forget The blessed tie that binds us still While they seek their calling to fulfill. Whether absent from the body Or absent from this place The tie that binds us transcends time and space. The ties that bond us are the stuff of grace. I want to go there, where we shall never part A place where new beginnings find their start Where memories and sweet endings dwell Together they say “All is well!” I want to go there to those places in the heart… We meet to part and part to meet The parting’s mostly bittersweet We miss what never mattered much When one is absent from our touch But there can be no regrets And we will nevermore forget The blessed tie that ...
Lord raise in me a deep cherishing Things of the gospel of Your good grace Of the great and holy, central things Treasures that take the highest place The holiness of our Great God, The utter ugliness of sin, The hopeless helplessness of man, And the deep depravity we`re in. These are the truths that we would learn The glories we embrace So we`ll pursue our prime concern Treasures that take the highest place The all-sufficient death of Christ, That justifies by faith alone, The sanctifying work of the Spirit, The one sacrifice that atones The glory of Christ’s return, And the final judgment day The inheritance for which we yearn In Your presence e`er to stay! These are the truths that we would learn The glories we embrace So we`ll pursue our prime concern Treasures that take the highest place Anthony Foster December 10, 2018
If I had a penny for every song that invades my pondering pages I’d be a rich man before very long for they flow like a river that rages Like waves of an ocean they break on my shores 'til a welcome harbor they find And with them the richest treasures outpour and unfold in my hungering mind If I had a penny for each song in the night that has gleamed in my darkened heart Like a starry host up in heaven so bright to illumine my soul with their art And there in the darkness of that lonely place in my heart there is born a romance If I will but listen my soul will be tuned and the music will call me to dance You give me a penny and I’ll cut it loose For a song’s not a song till it’s sung I can still keep it stored in my heart if I choose to sing with a spiritual tongue For ev-er-y song that’s receiv-ed affords truest treasures that you may not see The songs form a circle twixt me and my Lord for He is the songsmith in me If I had a penny for ev-e...
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