A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon
oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing
Grace Wash Over Thee.
Amazing grace wash over me.
My tears are a river to the sea.
Lord above, we know you know,
the oil that is washing upon our coast.
Amazing grace wash over me,
and lift my soul up to Thee.
Lord above, hear my prayer,
for those who are in dispair.
Amazing grace wash over me.
I lift my hands to God you see.
My prayer for those who were hurt,
and those who will never return to earth.
Amazing grace wash over thee,
families were left in disbelief.
Empty hands, their loved ones gone,
Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home.
Amazing grace wash over me,
the oil is filling up the sea,
from Louisiana to Mississippi.
Animals are dying,
and people are crying.
Amazing grace wash over me.
Wow another year has come and gone
What a year it has been
So many things we wouldn’t change,
yet so many we would
As the new year approaches we all will set goals for ourselves
and our family’s too
As we do this let us remember the true meaning of Christmas
Let us not forget that if it wert for Our Lord Jesus Christ we wouldn’t be blest with the many
things we have today
So with this let us celebrate the ultimate birth, the birth of Gods sun
Let us all decorate with bright vibrant coolers, sing his praises and give of ourselves in his
honor
Let us all stop, be still and think of those not with there family’s this year
Let us open or hearts to those less fortunate than us
Let us all say a prayer for our neighbors, family, and friends for there safety in the coming
year
As we go forth in the following year let us all carry Gods love and pass it around to each and
every one we meet
Change is indefinite
Yet unexpendable we remain
Cigarette ashes
A warm pot of coffee
What more is there to sustain
Days are random
Life is detailed, severely
Like old men on faltering days
These are the things you ask of me
Like child hood friends
Remember me?
This is the most I can do for you
Like the rain that pours
May never touch the same place twice
Then again, there is that possibility
The reality of this state of being
Nothing is all that it will ever be
And sometimes you learn to look at things
As if they are to get no better
Like single mothers on the first days of January
A hymn for the things you’d love to change
A prayer for the things you cannot
"acceptance of what we cannot change"