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If troubles and trials come by the score,
And sickness and problems darken your door,
Count it all Joy.
Think nothing of it when things don’t turn out right.
Keep trusting in God, He knows your plight.
Count it all Joy.
The baby is sick and the house payment is due.
You just lost your job…the kids need new shoes.
Count it all Joy.
The roof is leaking, and the water bill is late.
Your only suit needs pressing-Jane needs a new dress for her big date.
Count it all Joy.
The car won’t crank- it may need a new battery.
One tire is flat, never mind it is Saturday.
Count it all Joy.
When Satan is testing you, and tempting you sore,
You know he hasn’t got you,
He wouldn’t be wasting time at your door.
Count it all Joy.
When you’re going down-grab hold of God’s hand!
He’ll lift you up, and help you to stand.
Count it all Joy.
You may be down, but you’re not out,
Keep your chin up and fight the good fight.
Count it all Joy.
Don’t let Satan have the last word,
Stand up and shout “Hallelujah” until all have heard.
Count it all Joy.
From lights and stilts
the hat tips down
an adoring voice
welcomes the crowd
From end to end the tent fills with laughter
and every second there's a passing actor
from the car you drove in residing inside
the make up covers your face and tears in your eyes
you'd never thought you'd be here
you'd never thought to try
but in the end at the circus
the tight rope you walk on
was not held so high
so keep your chin up
and raise your fist
honk your horn
and balance on your wrist
for this is the show
and you are the clown
and the only fool that is here
is the crowd left profound
So Blue, what have you been doing since my last interview with you?
Well, I still hang out (or should I say “up”) with Sky. And I’m down with oceans, rivers, lakes and seas.
However, Sky sometimes meets up with Black or Gray. That’s when I need to get away from Sky!
Well, where do you really like to be most of the time?
Gosh, that’s just difficult to say. I’m in so many bodies of water (which by the way are not these days always clear to see). I miss when I was crystal Blue in water all around the world. Anyway, I love that I get to surround the creatures of the ocean. I’m in so many things, I simply can’t choose a favorite.
Well, tell me some of your favorites then.
I enjoy being a Bluebell although I can’t ring. Humans have made plastic and metal bells of blue. Then I get to ding-a-ling. I really love to shine in stones like sapphire or of aquamarine. As a Siamese Fighting fish, I simply can’t be beat. And when as a blue jay I am on the wing, you can hear how beautifully I sing. As a peacock I feel very proud, and when I’m a blueberry, people just eat me up!
Wow, you are a part of so many things. Maybe you are Mother Nature’s favorite color.
I think perhaps I am. You could even say that I’m like God because I’m in so many places at the same time, and I’m even in some people’s eyes.
I wonder why all the colors like you are able to be in so many places at the same time just as God is said to be. What do you think, Blue?
I suppose it’s because we are a reflection of God Himself. Personally I think I am one of God’s favorite colors. Do you like me the best of creation’s colors?
Yes, I think you are really cool. I even put you in my eyes as contact lenses when I want my eye color to pop! And what’s more, you symbolize many things: freedom, imagination, the wild blue yonder, sensitivity, inspiration, and loyalty, for example.
Well, I really enjoy being called True Blue, so loyalty is big with me. However, with all the contamination these days, I am feeling really Blue, and I do not mean that in a good way.
Yep, for people you can sometimes be quite an unwanted emotion! But at the same time, many of us like to listen to you as Blues music. Keep your chin up, Blue and we’ll catch you later.
Things Have Changed
By Robert (Bob) Moore
When I was young, the doctor, came around if I got sick
gave me a pill, or needle, and that would do the trick
but thing have changed, and now we ring, his receptionist
who tells us, “you can come next week. I’ll put you on the list”
So you go round, the next week, sit in a little room
full of germs and sick folk, the air so full of gloom
yes he says, you’ve had the flu, his hand upon my brow
just stay home, don’t catch a chill, he says this to me now.
And then there was the milkman, came round every day
you can catch up next week missus, if you couldn’t pay
leave money on the doorstep, the empty bottles too
nobody would touch it, ‘cause everybody knew
Everyone was battling, just to make ends meet
nobody was richer, than the others in the street
we’d try to help each other, in any way we could
we may not have had very much, but life was pretty good
The breadman was the next to go, now he delivered to the shops
you had to go and buy your bread, with your bacon and your chops
that’s if you could afford to, things were getting very dear
you tried to keep your chin up, things could be better by next year
Then there was the paperboy, on street corners he would stand
yelling out the headlines, didn’t need no big brass band
“GET YOUR PAPER HERE” he’d cry “WHATS HAPPENING TODAY”
but I hardly even read the news, now he has gone away
or the boy who had the barrow, on a Sunday he would go
up and down the streets, and his whistle he would blow
he knew you might still be in bed, but he would wait outside
knowing as a regular, there’d be a bob or two on the side
Then there was the mailman, he would whistle too,
especially, if he had left, important mail for you
the internet, and social media, have dealt him a deadly blow
and that is why I’m pretty sure, he will be the next to go
When they we're sent to live with the Foster's
Realized for once in their life
Finally had someone who love them
Read them a bedtime story before bed
And bring a cup of tea and breakfast
in bed once they awoke in the morning
Give them as many kisses and hugs
as they could take
And told them they loved them every
hour of the day
" Then life as it does throws a curve ball "
Released his mother on early parole for
good behavior and sent him back to
live with her
And at that point he then regressed and
had no choice but to accept being beaten
at any hour of the day and being treated
like a slave instead
So trying telling him that life is fair when
it it gave him a glimmer of all that's good
could be had in his life what he was missing
And for not the 1st time but the
2nd time then most hurtfully stole it away
And without drawing a single breath
listen to a another say something stupid
and as trivial like that's a shame really sad
But hey
Whatever doesn't kill them will make
them stronger
Life can only get better
Or
Keep your chin up
I then find myself saying to myself
how eternally grateful and thankful
and lucky I am
20XX
Dearest Kim,
You’ll be surprised. It’s me! Hope you are still
laughing. Be positive. Be light. Let God guide you
in the darkest night. Be strong as Samson,
have King David’s heart, be wise as Solomon,
follow the light. Reach without, within. Hold tight
to your progeny but know you gave your all
to show them right - the right way of life.
Love them. Love yourself. Love God most of all.
And if this finds you melancholy, through suffering
or sickness, remember you’re never alone.
God is your rock. He will spur you home,
lavish you with blessings so much greater
than the lowest place you’ve ever been.
Keep your chin up, kid. A new beginning follows
the end. And your loved ones will be just fine.
The sun, the moon, the stars and God’s eye
shines on them. It’s okay to let go. Let’s fly!
With love from you,
Your Dearest Kim
We used to chase sunflowers when I was small:
the plant seeds finger-deep in rich dark mud
would crush egg-shells and scatter them round
the flourishing shoots would be five inches taller
to deter the mouth watering slugs, to keep
the flowers being lonely, and keep them whole.
We learned all about carbon dioxide in school:
about finding invisible nourishment in the light
about lifting up high, and chins up.
"Always keep your chin up," they said,
"It will light the warm and the soul."
My shoes don't fit me anymore
and the scratches on my knees are
creeping much higher, there like a
fishing line, causing me to not quite
keep my head upright.
Causing my shoulders to feel uptight.
I, the growing girl, never keeps my
eyes on my feet.
always on the sunflowers when possible
With the world at our ankles and nowhere to hide
But I stopped looking down where the shadows where sweet
And found I could no longer move my feel.
These modern stresses, these modern strains. Lockdown in Winter, it just has tighter chains.
You try to keep your chin up, try to look forward with dry eyes. So many people taken, so many lost lives.
Fear and anxiety build their own enclosing walls. We feel trapped and lonely and know if pushed we’d fall. Fatigue and injury befall us all.
This battlefield of modern life. Not with guns and soldiers, not with bombs and knives! Our enemy has proven ruthless so many times. Invisibility is its weapon and in which it thrives.
We must try to find our own ways through these darker times. We can not turn on each other or it’s just full out good night.
We have to be more patient, bite our tongues so many times! But our fears are different just like the thoughts behind our eyes.
We can not turn on each other or Covid’s won this fight.
I am a fearless Kiskadee
Sitting on a branch of this tree
Singing my theme song happily
With a Kis Ka Dee Kis Ka Dee
I sing my song very sweetly
Seeking to make others happy
Filling them with ecstasy
With its rhythm and melody
My message is not to worry
Despite how things in life may be
Don't let them make you feel crazy
At all times, strive to be happy
One can state things that are likely
But no one knows what things will be
So keep your chin up cheerfully
And sing Kis Ka Dee Kis Ka Dee.
The Great Kiskadee (Pitangus Sulpharatus) is indigenous to Central and South America, the Caribbean and Southern Texas.
Adamant Face
My mother used to say with an adamant face, "There is a place for everything and for everything a place!”
My goodness, this house is a total disgrace"
So every Tuesday at quarter past 4:OO
each person in our family had the same chore,
to straighten the house and pick up the floor.
We all sighed, then one replied,
“Where do we put things?”
“Where do they go?”
"Where did they come from?"
"We don’t know!”
"Just put things back in their original home.
"Whatever you do, don’t let them roam"
If you don’t know what it's called,
where to put it,
or what it does,
or you can’t throw it out or know it’s name because,
it doesn’t have a match or
there is a piece detached ;
then don’t give up, just keep your chin up.
Leave nothing astray, but please be done by the end of the day"
"There is a place for everything and for everything a place" she reminded us with her adamant face.
Our cleaning began, and what did we find ?
Interesting things of every kind.
Two birthday candles from my cake years ago, rusted nail clippers that trimmed my big toe.
A broken pencil with a very dull end, and a thank you card I forgot to send.
A soy sauce packet stuck to a fork, from a take out order of moo shoo pork.
A spool of thread, the color red, when I sewed my clumsy thumb instead!
Grandpa’s glasses missing one lens
My sister’s retainer
And 2 leaky pens
A postal stamp
A bread bag clip
The top to my mother’s pink lipstick.
A germy cold lozenge when I had the flu.
A dirty lace from a tennis shoe.
Three receipts from CVS.
A zipper from an old prom dress.
Soon we finished, and one replied,
“Our cleaning is done, we picked up the floor,
No longer a disgrace anymore!"
"We put things back in their original home,
where they belonged and could not roam”
“Mother, that place was the kitchen drawer!"
Our job is done, say no more!