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Jesus:
I stand at the door of the New Year, longing to come in
to inner sanctum of your heart that I may live within
Me:
Do not stand outside and knock, the door is open wide
I beg you not to hesitate, come make your home inside
Jesus:
Beloved, how can that be when sin stands in the way
Allow me to clear it all so we can commune and pray
Me:
Please, clean up my heart of all that displeases you
I want to surrender myself to taste your love so true
Jesus:
Then claim ME Master of your life, and I'll complete this task
Listen closely to my voice, and do just what I ask
Your eyes open now to see time slipping through your hand
Soon I will come again to take you to Promised Land
Is the longing of your heart safety under my wings?
Then give yourself now to me, not matter what life brings
Don't you know I need you so to be forever mine
When nothing you hold back, I will gift you life sublime
I love you more than my own life, died your love to win
You break my heart when you hold back, clinging to your sin
Me:
I wander far away from you, though to my heart you're dear
At this time when New Year starts, I feel your presence near
So it is, I make this vow, to make you my desire
Ignite with your Spirit, Lord, so I can blaze with fire
I proclaim, in holy Name, to make a brand new start
of a life in which You are sole Sovereign of my heart....
Eileen Manassian
I wrote this as a responsive prayer for a church service we had in Nicosia during which we brought in the New Year as a community of believers. I've embellished it and changed the response from All to Me. There is so much that God wants to bless us with through Christ...we just have our hearts full of so many things that we can't receive it all. I know there is much for me to ponder on tonight....Wishing you every blessing...
It’s an old-fashioned
Bell - a silver-tingling, it’s a-ringing
The choir’s singing
Their wrists a-swinging, up and down
It’s an old-fashioned
Carriage ride, abiding on the crunchy snow
Fresh and new
Flakes still falling, silently blowing
It’s an old-fashioned
Popcorn string, winding ‘round the pine
Some popped
Into cherub mouths, those kids grinning
It’s an old-fashioned
Reading of the ghosts of past, present, future
Chills from the draft
As the smoke pours into the hereafter
It’s an old-fashioned
Christmas Eve - carolling comes calling
To each decked out door
Gifts scattered under tree at midnight
It’s an old-fashioned
Church service - all eyes on Jesus
The babe’s in the manger
Kids - Bethlehem clothed
Bell - a silver-tingling, it’s a-ringing
Carriage ride, abiding on the crunchy snow
Popcorn string, winding ‘round the pine
Reading of the ghosts of past, present, future
Christmas Eve - carolling comes calling
Church service - all eyes on Jesus
Bring back the old-fashioned joy
After many years, I sat in a church service filled with culture, custom, ritual, and tradition. The experience took me back and reminded me of the early years of my childhood. The religious and worship experience of my childhood left much to be desired and afforded very little awareness of a Biblical world view. Today, as I sat, observed, and participated, I felt no real presence of a Christ-centered worship experience. No, I was not in a critical mood. These were my brothers and sisters in Christ. Instead, there was a deep cry in my heart and a weeping in my spirit. I do not deny that it is possible that I built a personal partition that may have hindered my worship experience. However, I knew what was lacking and so did others among them who had been massaged and soothed for many a year, but there was too little backing for long-awaited changes.
Realizing my stay would be shortlived and my contribution toward changes would be nill, I left with a feeling of helplessness but also with a hope and a desire to pray that God would rain upon the desert in a little church called Promise Land.
111712PoSoup
In the mystic air of a warm summer night.
The clouds disperse to show us God's majestic sight.
It feels like God himself when I look at the moon.
In his infinite time table, he whispers soon.
His presence shines into my soul.
And lets me know that I am whole.
My heart is filled with gratitude.
For Moonsignor's mighty multitude.
Reality always slowly sets in.
As Moonsignor's light shines on all our sin.
But Jesus gentle forgiving love.
Let's me know, someday I'll rise above.
It's like church service in the sky's.
As that beautiful light shines in my eyes.
Reminding me that we are not alone.
It's the truest sign of spirit I have ever known.
Elegiac Lyric... Jesus has Risen!
"It is time to stop knocking on the doors to a tomb"
...Daisy Aldan
Perusing Mom's final daily entries in her journal, I stumbled upon her barely legible cursive, inking as I've been doing, a reflection in verse across from her writings...
As per, Mom begins " my darling"
"not exactly sure what day/time, I am very confused, I'm calling for morfine, hoping I wake up next to you "
Earthquakes erupting across from this page, alone on Easter for the first time in 68 years, tears welling in my eyes as Cardinals erupt in territorial song out my window. It is not yet my time to fade into the dark unknown, yet God"s Presence is all around me, only His footprints appear in the sand as He Carries me. Easters past flash across my eyes, a solemn church service followed by a joyous gathering of family smiling, laughing & sharing food lovingly planned and prepared, all grateful for the Blessings bestowed us. It is time to reach out now, in His Love to practice the lessons slowly learned by example from my loved ones here and in Heaven. You have showed me I am worthy of Your love and I will rise from the depths of sorrow to champion Your love.
4/20/25
SIMPLE SAM
Simple Sam chewed rubber bands;
Lived in a shelter couldn't afford chewing gum;
Would catch pigeons to eat for meat;
He thought the wings were sweet;
Would pan-handle off the end of the interstate;
Would eat the leaves off the trees like grapes;
Now he'd wash his clothes, body and hair;
By running behind a car in a car wash;
And if all that didn't settle;
He would chase the dogs that chase the cats for an hour;
He had one pair of shoe left foot "All Stars" right foot "KEDS";
At Sunday morning church service was the loudest to say AMEN;
Would stick his hands and head in the window of passing autos;
Yell, spit, scream at you Hey, give me duce or a dollar;
Sticky fingers, licking trees;
Rubs mud on his arthritic knees;
Every time you stand or walk by him;
He'll grip you, squeeze you and hug;
Simple Sam's improvised but he loves the Lord;
He titles his gleanings 10 percent;
Sited by his convictions mercies lent;
Never tired, never bored;
Wakes in the morning in winter covered in snow;
Now you may think you're the man...
Ha!!! ya ain't never met SIMPLE SAM
1/27/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
The past few weeks have been so tough
As you can clearly see
Four funerals for us to attend
But its not made me teary
The first was Aedan’s he was a lovely young man
I worked with him at school when he was aged eleven
He told me then he wouldn’t be long on earth…
At aged 20 he now plays his x box in heaven
We attended Derek’s funeral the very next day
There were tears of laughter that’s all I can say
The vicar John is a hilarious guy
I could picture Derek laughing from his place in the sky
Vicar John told a joke about a priest and a nun…
I didn’t expect to laugh and have so much fun
The next funeral was for a lady called Jean
(You don’t usually attend a funeral for a person you’ve never even seen)
But the family needed help to rig up a PA system
So those in the overspill hall could join the service and listen
My husband and I had worked tirelessly
To install speakers and wires that no one could see
With microphones rigged the church service was relayed
And we joined in the hymns when the church organ played
We de-rigged the equipment and were given cakes and tea
The church goers were delighted and praised my hubby endlessly
Today we went to the funeral of Bob our lovely friend
He had bravely battled ill health right to the very end
My son came from London and he sat on the pew next to me
There was a massive smile for him from Bob’s wife named Mary
After the service she gave my son a huge hug and I heard her say
"Seeing you in church was the best thing to happen on this sad day"
In memory of Adean Kennaugh, Derek Nicholson, Bob Doyle and Jean Vernon
08-11-17
WAKE UP CALL
Our Navy boom box -
“Reveille Reveille ladies! It’s time to wake up!”
Never laid under covers,
took too long to make the bed.
Talk about a time table!
Never learned to eat so fast -
20 minutes,
no matter if you were first, or last
in line.
Exhilaration in passing written test.
Well think again!
For the roar of tears,
broke my heart,
but I went on
as they went their way,
set back,
hoping for another chance.
80 women in one room,
with different personalities!
I shared a bunk bed,
with a mean one.
One recruit
returned back to barracks -
looped.
Another recruit - snapping
naughty pictures
to send back home.
And we even had a devil worshipper -
Too bad!
I hope she found her sound mind!
Christmas Eve church service
crooned
the Christian Navy hymn:
Eternal Father, strong to save*
Oh hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea! Amen!
Those of us who attended mass -
singing Christmas Carols,
were high
with gladness and laughter.
My bunkmate
merely said
“Shut up”
I wish her well.
Hit the pillow -
next day of reveille
Christmas Day!
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Lyrics by Reverend William Whiting and music by Reverend John B. Dyke
Made a batch of cornbread Saturday morning.
Mixed the cornbread with clams and nuts to make stuffing.
Surrounded and filled the turkey with onions and stuffing;
Having done my part there, my wife did the cooking.
I chopped up the turkey gizzard and liver,
And fried them with chopped onions in oil and butter.
I added flour and chicken broth to make some gravy,
And put in some buttermilk to make it thick and savory.
Sunday morning I learned four hymns on keyboards for the church service.
Later played those hymns on the organ for the Sunday service.
After church, retreated to my quiet music space,
Fired up my laptop and plugged in my two-input interface.
I re-recorded my rhythm guitar track once again,
And sang "Lady Luck Stomped Out (When True Love Walked In)".
I must have sung it a dozen times to get the best rendition,
Because I've got only a few days left to enter a songwriters' competition.
It was a cold night, and I hated it,
The church service all in rows,
I contemplated my throat to slit,
But decided not, for my throws.
Dick Saunders was from Sussex,
The British Billy Graham no less,
And if I ever thought of pop or sex,
I’d be scolded and given a caress.
He was holding ten Jesus meetings,
In the Meadows of Edinburgh, a park,
Every night for then and strong feelings,
Were inspired among the church stark.
It was for the people of Edinburgh,
To be told about Jesus and his way,
Called The Way To Life Crusade, ah,
It was so archaic, had Noah’s sway.
I’m disabled so spasm and suffered,
Every Sunday from CP fits, seizures,
From being all tensed up, buffered,
By difficult breathing for hours.
So I knew I couldn’t go to these,
Fundamentalist meetings for so long:
Sequential, asphyxiating with cheese,
Not my choice at all for life song.
But mum and dad insisted I went,
‘Cos he was the leader of the choir,
And mum challenged me each night,
For my decision making time, hour.
So one night I gave in and did submit,
Went along with the whole thing as true,
But I always knew that my spasms, fit,
Caused the acceptance rank and blue.
I had asked my parents courageously, bold,
For a carer for me to stay home from church,
Because I knew that medically I did hold,
But they cleanly just left me in the lurch.