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Christmas in Heaven
I know this has been around before but it just seemed fitting since mom will be gone 5 months next week. sure do miss her :(
I see the countless CHRISTMAS TREES around the world below with tiny lights like HEAVEN’S STARS reflecting on the snow. The sight is so SPECTACULAR please wipe away that tear for I am spending CHRISTMAS WITH JESUS CHRIST this year. I hear the many CHRISTMAS SONGS that people hold so dear but the SOUND OF MUSIC can't compare with the CHRISTMAS CHOIR up here. I have no words to tell you of the JOY their voices bring for it is beyond description to HEAR THE ANGELS SING. I know HOW MUCH YOU MISS ME, I see the pain inside your heart for I am spending CHRISTMAS WITH JESUS CHRIST this year. I can't tell you of the SPLENDOR or the PEACE here in this place Can you just imagine CHRISTMAS WITH OUR SAVIOR face to face I'll ask him to LIFT YOUR SPIRIT as I tell him of your love so then PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER as you lift your eyes above. Please let your HEARTS BE JOYFUL and let your SPIRIT SING for I am spending CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN and I’m walking WITH THE KING. ~ by Wanda White © Copyright 1999 |
A. Bazel Androzzo, © 1945, Alma B. Androzzo
If I can help somebody as I pass along, If I can cheer somebody with a word or song, If I can show somebody he is trav’ling wrong, Then my living shall not be in vain. Then my living shall not be in vain, Then my living shall not be in vain; If I can help somebody as I pass along, Then my living shall not be in vain. If I can do my duty as a Christian ought, If I can bring back beauty to a world up-wrought, If I can spread love’s message that the Master taught, Then my living shall not be in vain. Then my living shall not be in vain, Then my living shall not be in vain; If I can help somebody as I pass along, Then my living shall not be in vain. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcPvI_HXjYM |
Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom
by Dorothy Parker Daily dawns another day; I must up, to make my way. Though I dress and drink and eat, Move my fingers and my feet, Learn a little, here and there, Weep and laugh and sweat and swear, Hear a song, or watch a stage, Leave some words upon a page, Claim a foe, or hail a friend— Bed awaits me at the end. Though I go in pride and strength, I'll come back to bed at length. Though I walk in blinded woe, Back to bed I'm bound to go. High my heart, or bowed my head, All my days but lead to bed. Up, and out, and on; and then Ever back to bed again, Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall— I'm a fool to rise at all! |
The Death Deal
by Ron Padgett
Ever since that moment when it first occurred to me that I would die (like everyone on earth!) I struggled against this eventuality, but never thought of how I'd die, exactly, until around thirty I made a mental list: hit by car, shot in head by random ricochet, crushed beneath boulder, victim of gas explosion, head banged hard in fall from ladder, vaporized in plane crash, dwindling away with cancer, and so on. I tried to think of which I'd take if given the choice, and came up time and again with He died in his sleep. Now that I'm officially old, though deep inside not old officially or otherwise, I'm oddly almost cheered by the thought that I might find out in the not too distant future. Now for lunch. |
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Billie Holiday
Ripley hates getting his nails trimmed but takes advantage of the blues to practice his Billie Holiday.
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