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The good doctor as MLJ was better known
trained and qualified as a Medical Doctor
membership of Royal College of Physicians
Sir Thomas Howdens assistant now did see
God for two years drew him out
to be a preacher of the gospel
began in his native land of Wales
calling sinners out of their prison cell
I became a believer in 1982
MLJ passed away to glory in '81
so never had an opportunity to see him
but read much to teach me how I grew
So listened to many of his sermons
read his life story, gave much to excite
how God used him in London city
Westminster Chapel to pastor by God's might
Even yet love to read his writings
such a depth but so very plain
clearly proclaiming God's authoritative word
so to receive the Lord's blessed rain
MLJ was a expositer bar none
many thousand would go to hear
so Dr. Lloyd-Jones is my favorite doc
for his preaching pins, you like a spear
(My favorite doctor was Dr. Martyn Lloyd -Jones (1899-1981), a truly faithful preacher of the gospel of God's grace,
A real expository preacher of God's divine word, the Bible.)
"Great Is Thy Faithfulness"
Scripture: Lamentations 3:22-23
Lyrics: Thomas Obediah Chisholm (1866-1960)
Music: William Marion Runyan (1870-1957)
Copyright status is Public Domain
Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;
As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be.
Refrain:
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see:
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided—
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!
Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love.
Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide,
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow—
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
The lyrics I added:
Gracious art Thou, my Lord, precious Redeemer
Reaching down to my soul with Thy great love
Thy mercy offered me life everlasting
Paid by Thy blood of blest sacrifice.
Refrain:
Faithful Thou art indeed
Faithful Thou art indeed
Always available, ready to help
Thy daily guidance doth safeguard my footsteps
Leading me toward triumphant end.
Grateful am I to Thee, dear God and Saviour
Reigning in pow'r, while attending to me
Thou listen to my plea with Thy assurance
Praises be to Thy name, exalted Thou be.
Refrain:
Faithful Thou art indeed
Faithful Thou art indeed
Always available, ready to help
Thy daily guidance doth safeguard my footsteps
Leading me toward triumphant end.
I am the University of Yale
Opens its door.
I am the beginning of the
Revolutionary War.
I am one of the 13
Colonies.
I am the Sons of Liberty
Ideologies.
I am the Pilgrams at Plymouth
Rock.
I am the Boston Tea Party thrown
Off the dock.
I am the day the Navy was
Created.
I am Paul Revere the midnight
Ride awaited.
I am Ben Franklin and
Nathan Hale.
I am the Declaration of
Independence in detail.
I am the Bill of Rights and
Betsy Ross.
I am George Washington he
Is the boss.
I am the making of the U.S.
Marines.
I am a patriot breaking away
From the Queen.
I am the Bunker Hill
Battle.
I am Benedict Arnold and
His psychobabble.
I am Samuel Adams and
Thomas Payne.
I am the Boston massacre
Independence gained.
I am the colonial era and
The Sugar Act.
I am the Pilgrams and natives
Made a pact.
TURBO1904
sing me a tom petty tune
sing a bad company yarn
i've got my place in time
i'm set for the duration
i can't help falling in love
so take my hand, you've got
my whole life too
some things are meant to be
isn't this one of them?
let's just go to the cabin down below
would it be a sin?
you know, i can't stop biting you
the back of your neck
your ample butt
that spot behind your knee caps
i'd like that, an evening of lips on flesh
if not for my careless heart
we'd be there already and not
standing here wondering
let's just go to the cabin down below
close our eyes and find our way
to the cabin down below
you're simply awesome
no more love on the run
time to slow down
wait for the moment
dream of the moment
grab the moment
and take that walk
on the wild side
listen! isn't that David Sanborn's Carly's Song?
there's no fear here
nothing but sweet saxophones
and even sweeter sex
talk to me, tell me all the things you want
to find in your life
i'll be here, just outside the door
holding my heart in my hand
C2023 Thomas Lee Rhymes February 14, 2023
(apologies to Tom Petty, and others)
The day I truly became an adult – oh I remember it like it was yesterday
The moment I gave birth to you my son – my life changed forever
Nothing can prepare you for the responsibly of having a child
Children are helpless, vulnerable and totally dependent on us
Decisions I made then shaped you into the person you are today
Yes, I made mistakes – I am the first to admit it
But parenthood is a steep learning curve for us all
I tried my best to nurture and guide you - as my parents had with me
Hoping that you wouldn't make the same mistakes I have done
Let you make errors and do things for yourself – it’s the way we grow
Now you have spread your wings and have flown the nest
When times get tough I wish I could revert
Step back in time to the halcyon days of my childhood
But the transition has occurred - I am no longer a child
04~22~15
Contest:- F J Thomas
The true meaning of being an adult
Tim Roth gets shot, and what emerges? Blood.
His innards act like wrecked intestines should.
Those fifties-movies injuns really suck,
with tactics redolent of Donald Duck!
“The whiteys circle wagons, as we feared:
so let’s just ride around them – get mown down!”
You’d see more bloodshed watching Charlie Brown.
And why does Tarzan never grow a beard?
Tim Robbins plans a prison break. Oh well,
they’ll catch him quickly when they search his cell.
It’s never searched, or posters changed, in fact.
And why was Thomas Hagan never whacked?
And Cage’s “Wicker Man” was just plain weird,
and not remotely scary. I’m at ease
with oddball cops with masks on: “Not the bees!”
But why does Tarzan never grow a beard?
“Commando” – Arnie’s shooting-up a storm:
a hundred dead a minute is the norm.
The baddies take ten thousand shots at him,
to no avail. They’re not from Arnie’s gym!
You want to know why Rin Tin Tin’s revered?
The dog’s so smart, he counts: he knows when you’ve
exhausted all six slugs – then makes his move.
Yet why does Tarzan never grow a beard?
Don’t cry over my vessel
For it no longer holds me
It was time for it to return to the Dust of the Earth
You’re not suppose to Grieve for me
You should be Rejoicing
I know it’s hard not to
I’ve been down that Road one to many times
I want you to Rejoice for me
Rejoice like you’ve never Rejoiced before
My soul has been set Free
I now have my Crown of Jewels
I’m sitting & worshipping at our Savior’s feet
I’m Home
Here in this Glorious place
I’m no longer old or brittle
I no longer have pain or sickness
I can breathe without difficulty
I can run and I can jump
I can sing and I can dance
I get to makeup lost time with Don Don and Bubby
As I walked through those Pearly Gates
I was meet by many
They welcomed me with open arms
Our sons, our parents my brothers and my sisters
It’s so Beautiful here
I long for the day you walk through those Gates
The day we get to walk down this Golden Road together
Hand in Hand, Side by Side once again
Please don’t dwell on things in which you can not change
Heaven is where I’m needed now
I’ll always be with you in some form
I’ll be in your Heart
I’ll be in a stray thought
In the whisper of the wind
Each time you look at our given daughter Amy
In our grandchildren Alyssa & Trent
Our nieces & our nephews
In the faces of my brothers & sisters I left behind
When the day comes for you to walk the same path
I’ll be the first one to Welcome you with open arms
You’ll also be greeted by our family & friends
Until then, I’ll be one of your Guiding hands
Always watching over you
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Written for my Aunt Brenda, in Loving Memory of my late Uncle Rev. Don Thomas
Hi Souper Friends! :) I just read Andrea's blog about the latest on FB....which is a short video prepared by FB about the highlights of your life since joining the community. I had already done my video of my time on FB, but Andrea reminded me that we can share....You should check her blog and get the link for her movie.....lovely!
Here is mine....so you get to know more about me and my life. There is a pic of my daughter getting baptized by my father, who is a pastor. Precious precious memories....Also, the tiara that you see was sent to me by F J THOMAS who wrote a poem in which she crowned me the Queen....That was a lovely package I received from her, and it also contained notes from other loved ones in my "kingdom". That surely is a highlight in my life. You also see a pic of three men....the one on the far left is my husband, the others are his brothers.....Also pics of my daughter, Shereen, the joy and light of my life!
It is a lovely little movie....Hope you enjoy. Just copy paste this link into your browser. Hugs
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10152173766296037&set=vb.567886036&type=2&theater
I left out riding my bike down
first street over looking the
wildly calm river artist's lined
bicentennial entrance way where
Thomas Edison Rockefeller
and Ford feasted on clams
my mind wandered about
the timing of the dem lights to
brighten the garden lofts above
the streets soft jazz from
Billie holiday rang out down
old Hendry street my heart strings
mingled with the Sunday drivers
passing by after mass fondly
trying to pick me up leaving
the shops it was noon it was
damp the sun peeked in behind
the gulf today a few children
skipped by carrying balloons
while the fishermen tossed nets
near the shore sand collected
beneath my toes as two boats
docked this was home my life
an yet the Caribbean whispered
to me waves slammed against
the stone walls I felt a few sprinkles
I quickly dashed into the book store
on the corner while the aroma of fresh
French bread gather all of my senses
luring me to a sit down with brunch
tiny raisin bagels diced mangos
inside a vintage wine glass
one thousand sparrows flew
backwards within the breeze
as I rest on the steps of St Francis
Hubris makes me wait
For something better
Which is all the poisonous tundra
That my mind can take today
So, let begin, the parade
Streaming displays
Traversing
Through crowded gawkers
Who sing and cling
To verses, euphonic notions
Of melodies and maladies
Only recognizable to an audience
Of unknown disparity, such as they
And where am I
Among the spectacular?
And what am I
Sans a vat of grilled confetti
Noshing tastelessness
A fine wine, mute of
Spirit, grape and love?
So I tell you
Hope not bore you
I am lathered
In luscious deep directive
Pleased and patient
Marinate do I on
Probable emphatic winds
Maybe delaying inevitability
Yet the flavor gains momentum
Pungency stings with fire
Latent explosions
Gathering steam for the journey
Ah, but to where
And with who
And will I know I'm there once arrived
Do signs filter the highways
Breathing life into the air
Do crumbs resemble putrid possibilities
Forming jagged lines that need
Hindsight to impose the vistas
Magnificent vistas
Thomas Kinkade-manufactured plastic vistas
With colors and images, vibrant like
Disney cartoons, Fiestaware and
Ethnic displays of solidarity
Though color will go and
I will follow
As each hue, speaking eloquently
To the rods and cones which make them so
Evokes my mind, my worth
My simple plan to live
To descend
In ways that
Most journeys
Lose themselves
In ways, I suppose
That many may be unable
To reconcile
Fallen by guile
At least temporarily
Until my essence
At ease and defined
In a fractured moment of humanity
Is found once again
At the destination
My point of departure.
(10/15/04)