Here is a video of Olivia singing Jesus Loves Me at church on Labor Day weekend. In a word...Precious! I hope you think so too. I can'r believe I got to hold her when she was just a day old. My how they grow!
Showing posts with label hymn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hymn. Show all posts
Monday, September 13, 2010
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Just As I Am
Just as I Am, Without One Plea
By: Charlotte Elliott
Just as I am, without one plea
But that thy blood was shed for me
And that thou bidd’st me come to thee
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Just as I am, thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Obviously you can tell the inspiration that serves as my new blog title. I changed my layout because I had an extra column added to make it 3 columns, instead of 2, and then my cherry layout no longer fit the columns.
The title changed because last night on my ride home from the county fairgrounds I heard a version of this song on the violin that just caused me to stop and ponder the lyrics unlike I had at any other time.
This hymn was written by Charlotte Elliott. Charlotte was born in England in 1789. About the age of 30 Charlotte became an invalid (sort of ironic that I happen to be writing this blog at my age of 30 then). I couldn't find out the exact reason why, but of her condition Charlotte wrote, "My Heavenly Father knows, and He alone, what it is, day after day, and hour after hour, to fight against bodily feelings of almost overpowering weakness and languor and exhaustion, to resolve, as He enables me to do, not to yield to the slothfulness, the depression, the irritability, such as a body causes me to long to indulge, but to rise every morning determined on taking this for my motto, “If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, take up his cross daily, and follow me.” Luke 9:23"
And so this is it . . . Just As I Am, which suits me quite well since I make no pretense to be anything other than myself and who the Lord designed with perfection, Psalm 139:14 ~ I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Pen song
Why is it that every time you need a pen you can never find one? Does this ever happen to you? It happens to me all the time. It seemed to happen to Alyssa the other night also at the Ladies Bible Fellowship so she asked me if I had an extra. Luckily I did, but not without having to dig in the depths of my purse for it. Which spurned a quick and silly song from me as I was digging out my receipts to see the bottom of my bag. It's set to the tune of a hymn, "Praise God My Sins Are Gone".
My Pens Are Gone
Gone, Gone, Gone, Gone all my pens are gone.
In my purse and underneath this stuff I don't need.
Buried under my receipts, yes that's where they've got to be.
Oh no, my pens are G-O-N-E, gone!
I don't even know how my brain comes up with this stuff sometimes. It's probably something that the Lord uses with me so that I can keep my sense of humor when I get frustrated. But for as long as I can remember I've always had a song of some sort stuck in my head and been able to come up with little ditty's like that. When I was in Kindergarten I got my name on the board because I was humming at my table during coloring time. Instead of the teacher coming up to me to say something, my name went up. Which brought some incredulous inquisitions from my mom, but not to me to my teacher who she thought was crazy for doing that. I mean really people it was coloring time. Obviously some people have no appreciation for artistic genius;) I like this little trick that I've been given though. I'm definitely never bored and it keeps thing interesting, to say the least.
What do you do to keep your sense of humor?
My Pens Are Gone
Gone, Gone, Gone, Gone all my pens are gone.
In my purse and underneath this stuff I don't need.
Buried under my receipts, yes that's where they've got to be.
Oh no, my pens are G-O-N-E, gone!
I don't even know how my brain comes up with this stuff sometimes. It's probably something that the Lord uses with me so that I can keep my sense of humor when I get frustrated. But for as long as I can remember I've always had a song of some sort stuck in my head and been able to come up with little ditty's like that. When I was in Kindergarten I got my name on the board because I was humming at my table during coloring time. Instead of the teacher coming up to me to say something, my name went up. Which brought some incredulous inquisitions from my mom, but not to me to my teacher who she thought was crazy for doing that. I mean really people it was coloring time. Obviously some people have no appreciation for artistic genius;) I like this little trick that I've been given though. I'm definitely never bored and it keeps thing interesting, to say the least.
What do you do to keep your sense of humor?
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