Everything

This song by Tim Hughes, “Everything”, has been running through my mind a lot this past week since I had heard it at church last Sunday.  There have been a lot of engagement announcements and babies being born lately.  I’m so excited for them, but there is always that thought, that want, that desire, in the back of my mind that surfaces.  “Why not me?”  However, the line that keeps coming back to me in this song is “God in my hoping, There in my dreaming, God in my watching , God in my waiting”.  It reminds me how God is in everything, even in my hopes, dreams and waiting.  Providing a peace and comfort to my soul.

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EVERYTHING

by Tim Hughes

God in my living
There in my breathing
God in my waking
God in my sleeping

God in my resting
There in my working
God in my thinking
God in my speaking

Be my everything
Be my everything
Be my everything
Be my everything

God in my hoping
There in my dreaming
God in my watching
God in my waiting

God in my laughing
There in my weeping
God in my hurting
God in my healing

Christ in me
Christ in me
Christ in me the hope of glory
You are everything

Christ in me
Christ in me
Christ in me the hope of glory
Be my everything

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The House by the Side of the Road

The House by the Side of the Road

Sam Walter Foss

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There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths
Where highways never ran;
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by;
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner’s seat,
Or hurl the cynic’s ban;
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road,
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears
Both parts of an infinite plan;
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by;
They are good, they are bad, they are weak,
They are strong,
Wise, foolish – so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat
Or hurl the cynic’s ban? –
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.

Memorial Day–Food for Thought

I came across this poem, and it really made me think about how Memorial Day seems to get swept under the rug.  Everywhere you turn around, you see ads for sales and hype for the beginning of summer, but no one really talks about why we have a 3-day weekend.  Because of these soldiers who have sacrificed their lives, I have the freedom to worship my God, the freedom to speak my mind.  I thank you.

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In Flanders Fields

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.