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PANGERAN masihan--
PANGERAN mere
Ngan upami di Anjeunna urang
nyembah sareng adore Anjeunna,
masihan dina usaha pujian ayeuna;
PANGERAN méré
Anjeunna masihan abdi kahirupan,
Anjeunna masihan urang hirup;
Alleluia
Kembang dina cinyusu Anjeunna masihan;
Usum panas sareng gugur sareng sasatoan urang sareng bogoh Alleluia,
Mungguhing masihan,
Mungguhing masihan
Masihan kuring Chances mun ngalakukeun naon katuhu;
Dipingpin jantung sareng panon kuring kana lampu;
Tahan kana kedap kana delight janji;
Alleluia
Kembang dina cinyusu Anjeunna masihan;
Hirup langgeng upami kami ngalakukeun Panawaran-Na, Mungguhing,
Mungguhing masihan ..
Gusti masihan abdi sadayana dina tetempoan;
Teu butuh lampion di sawarga,
Anjeunna teh lampu langgeng;
Tetep dina Sparrows dina hiber;
Allah masihan abdi sagala na sadayana, abdi nanya ...
Kembang dina cinyusu Anjeunna masihan;
Usum panas sareng gugur sareng sasatoan urang sareng bogoh Alleluia,
Mungguhing masihan,
Mungguhing masihan
Masihan kuring
Chances mun ngalakukeun naon katuhu;
Dipingpin jantung sareng panon kuring kana lampu;
Tahan kana kedap kana delight janji;
Alleluia,
Mungguhing masihan, masihan, méré,
Mungguhing cinta, Mungguhing masihan / méré cinta,
Mungguhing masihan
Yahweh gives
Yahweh gave
PANGERAN méré PANGERAN masihan
7/18/19
Sundanese TRANSLATION BY James Edward Lee Sr.
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. & arranged music by Jonathan Kabore©2010
For Kabore Praise Music
From Anthology “Johnthan Kabore, Kabore Praise 2”
798.
Ang Alamat ng May Nanalo Na
Bakit at paano nga ba
Na ang tawag sa
Kanilang ayaw mag-protesta
Na natalo ay “May Nanalo Na”
Bawal RAO magreklamo
Dahil “Finish Na” ang laRO
Kanila ang Ginto
May bacon pang sobrang luto
Ao! Aw! May sumigaw ng “Ihaw”
Katayin RAo asong nakabubulahaw
Barking on the wrong tree RAo kc
Biting RAo the hand of Mineral Mommy
Para raw si Mojo Jojo ng Puff City
Overcooked daw ang Nognog ng Makati
Dahil kinagat din ang Liberal
Tama lang na Dina magtagal
Kaya karaka-RAka, binuo si MiJo…
Inspired by Miriam Hall kung saang nagluto…
And also VP Jojo na ininsulto
Ito ang multo ng pang-TWO sa pwesto!
Cge sbi pa ng: “Push mo yan, teh!”
Umasa… Nasaktan… Nagbig-BAE!...
Macho-gwapito migo ni Jose…
Kaya react nila: “Wag kang pabeBE!”
Wag kaung mag-alala sa Birheng Lola
Matakot kayo sa kanyang Valedora
SAF44 at Warriors F4... ipaghihiganti
Sa pagpatak ng Countdown to thirty!
-07/29/2020
(Dumarao)
*Alamat ng Kanilang Mga Expressions
Remember me, the cool glass milk bottle. I used to sit on your front porch early in the morning. You could hear me arriving before the sun was up. I am a Bateson Model Dairy milk bottle, beautifully made of thick clear glass. A lot of milk bottles have been replaced with plastic but I am an expensive looking quality original. I am one of the most popular milk bottles in the area.
I came from a small processing dairy in Wingham, Ontario where the Bateson family owned and operated their business for many, many years. Working seven days a week during the very early hours bottling milk delivered from local farmers producing hundreds of bottles for their loyal customers.
Remember the wonderful clinking sound of the milk bottles arriving? Leaving out the empties represents many people’s first concept of recycling. I can remember that relatively traumatic moment when I was replaced with the carton. There was just something really wrong about pouring milk out of a carton because it didn’t have that refreshing coolness of a glass bottle. A cold bottle of milk has a certain integrity to it and the glass retains that. What a shame.
The milkman would deliver me to the door and collect the empties which held a few coins or milk tickets to pay for the fresh bottle of milk. Many conversations occurred on the stoop of each home as the family pet circled for a sniff. My travels around town went from the horse drawn milk wagon to a square van. Sometimes when the van stopped the old dog, Dina would wake up to chase a cat up a tree.
Over the years my shape has changed and my new caps gave me some upbeat fashion. But the quality of my contents stayed true. Sadly, if you show a child a glass milk bottle today he won’t know what it is. I come in many shapes and sizes, the quart, the pint, the half pint, the creamer and many more. The name printed on my side changed little over the years to keep the nostalgia of the small time dairy business.
Now I am considered an antique waiting on dusty shelves in antique shops for a new home. When you see me you may be thrilled to find a bit of history to place on the mantle of your home. You might recall childhood memories of the comforting sound of the milk man arriving at the door with fresh milk so very early in the morning.
Should Dina Gloat
Dina’s story starts with, Should I gloat or not.
For more than thirty years Dina lived at her address in a first floor flat. Her neighbour above her gave her no trouble. It was hard to tell if he was in or not, he was so quiet. Her neighbour suddenly fell ill and left the property and within weeks he moved out.
The flat was empty for a few weeks while the landlord was refurbishing it.
All of a sudden, someone moved in. The amount of thudding, noise, and loud music coming from the flat was horrendous. Dina went upstairs to ask the new neighbour not to make so much noise. It was a woman she apologized and said it won’t happen again. Dina thought that was the end. When the woman upstairs invited men round the thudding got louder and this went on for weeks. Even when Dina used the bathroom the thudding and crashing of heavy objects didn’t stop. It was then she realised that the woman was a drug addict and did drugs nearly all day. The only people that would come to her flat were drug addicts doing drugs. The smashing of heavy objects onto the ceiling went on for months. The authorities didn’t do anything. If Dina complained to the landlord the thudding would be worse to the point of jumping up and down on the roof.
Eventually one day while Dina was sitting in a war zone as she thought she heard cries for help. It was the woman upstairs being attacked by one of her druggie friends. Dina stayed quiet and listened and did nothing. All Dina could do remember the number of bashings on the ceiling and the terrible nights she had sleeping and being afraid of going out.
The druggie managed to make it to her door and run out flat with her being chased by a drugged up male.
Dina laughed, she couldn’t believe this happened to such a nasty person. Who knows who called the police and the male druggie was arrested in the street. After a week the female druggie packed her bags and left.
All Dina could do now was laugh her head off but didn’t say a word to anyone. She wonders if she should gloat or not. If it happened again, she would not lift a finger to help.
A sign for our times, Dina abducted and raped (See Gen. 34: 1-2)
by a monster named Shekhem, a Hivvite
When her brothers heard
their anger blazed whiter than white
"Such a vile act in Israel is just not done" (Gen. 34:7)
by those who know right from wrong ...
Feel the ardor and the passion of those who are young
oft-contested by their elders with beards so long
Simon and Levi, young sons of Jacob
did not 'sign petitions' or 'form committees'
Within a week they slew 3,000 Hivvite males (all the males...
for whom they showed no misplaced pity ...supported Shekhem)
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Down through the ages, this story is told and retold
They'd kill all the Jews ~ if not for retaliation swift and bold