Resurrection Sunday

Fairest Lord Jesus, ruler of all nature,  
O thou of God and man the Son,   
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,  
thou, my soul's glory, joy, and crown.   
Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,   
robed in the blooming garb of spring:    
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer   
who makes the woeful heart to sing.   
Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight,  
 and all the twinkling starry host:    
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer   
than all the angels heaven can boast.   
Beautiful Savior!  Lord of all the nations!    
Son of God and Son of Man!    
Glory and honor, praise, adoration,   
now and forevermore be thine.

Jeremiah is Twenty Seven

Need I say that he is smart?

He works all the time and likes to read books on engineering and science when he's not working:)We miss him and hope he had a great birthday. Probably was working on his ship ha!

Springtime

Bless the LORD, O my soul! O LORD my God, You are very great;

You are clothed with splendor and majesty,

Covering Yourself with light as with a cloak,

Stretching out heaven like a tent curtain.

He lays the beams of His upper chambers in the waters;

He makes the clouds His chariot;

He walks upon the wings of the wind;

He makes the winds His messengers,

Flaming fire His ministers.

He established the earth upon its foundations,

So that it will not totter forever and ever.

You covered it with the deep as with a garment;

The waters were standing above the mountains.

At Your rebuke they fled,

At the sound of Your thunder they hurried away.

The mountains rose; the valleys sank down

To the place which You established for them.

You set a boundary that they may not pass over,

So that they will not return to cover the earth.

He sends forth springs in the valleys;

They flow between the mountains;

They give drink to every beast of the field;

The wild donkeys quench their thirst.

Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell;

They lift up their voices among, the branches.

He waters the mountains from His upper chambers;

The earth is satisfied with the fruit of His works.

He causes the grass to grow for the cattle,

And vegetation for the labor of man,

So that he may bring forth food from the earth,

And wine which makes man's heart glad,

So that he may make his face glisten with oil,

And food which sustains man's heart.

The trees of the LORD drink their fill,

The cedars of Lebanon which He planted,

Where, the birds build their nests,

And the stork, whose home is the fir trees.

The high mountains are for the wild goats;

The cliffs are a refuge for the shephanim.

He made the moon for the seasons;

The sun knows the place of its setting.

Psalms 104:1-19

February Birthday Parties

We Enjoy Our Cup of Coffee

Do you?

Carry On

This is my favorite poem. I am not into poems like a certain sister (who love to blog!) but I love this one. Must be because Dad quotes it alot.

It's easy to fight when everything's right,

And you're mad with the thrill and the glory;

It's easy to cheer when victory's near,

And wallow in fields that are gory.

It's a different song when everything's wrong,

When you're feeling infernally mortal;

When it's ten against one, and hope there is none,

Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:

Carry on! Carry on!

There isn't much punch in your blow.

You're glaring and staring and hitting out blind;

You're muddy and bloody, but never you mind.

Carry on! Carry on!

You haven't the ghost of a show.

It's looking like death, but while you've a breath,

Carry on, my son! Carry on!

And so in the strife of the battle of life

It's easy to fight when you're winning;

It's easy to slave, and starve and be brave,

When the dawn of success is beginning.

But the man who can meet despair and defeat

With a cheer, there's the man of God's choosing;

The man who can fight to Heaven's own height

Is the man who can fight when he's losing.

Carry on! Carry on!

Things never were looming so black.

But show that you haven't a cowardly streak,

And though you're unlucky you never are weak.

Carry on! Carry on!

Brace up for another attack.

It's looking like hell, but -- you never can tell:

Carry on, old man! Carry on!

There are some who drift out in the deserts of doubt,

And some who in brutishness wallow;

There are others, I know, who in piety go

Because of a Heaven to follow.

But to labour with zest, and to give of your best,

For the sweetness and joy of the giving;

To help folks along with a hand and a song;

Why, there's the real sunshine of living.

Carry on! Carry on!

Fight the good fight and true;

Believe in your mission, greet life with a cheer;

There's big work to do, and that's why you are here.

Carry on! Carry on!

Let the world be the better for you;

And at last when you die, let this be your cry:

Carry on, my soul! Carry on!

My Dad lives this poem more than anyone I know.

It is. . .

no secret. . .

what God . . .

can do.

Sisters

I love my sisters. I really do:)

March Is Over and April is Here!

Scary eh?

Happy April Fools everyone. P.S. Happy belated St. Patricks Day (he was one good guy)!