Courage and Faith

"And whoever is happy will make others happy too. He who has courage and faith will never perish in misery!"


~ Anne Frank

Thanksgiving

"Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God."


~ Philippians 4:6

Obedience

"And Samuel said, 'Hath the LORD as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices, as in obeying the voice of the LORD? Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice, and to hearken than the fat of rams'"

~ 1 Samuel 15:22

Perfect Love

"There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.

~ 1 John 4:18

Faithfully

Faithfully


Tonight I saw a shooting star.
Made me wonder where you are.
For years I have been dreaming of you;
I wonder if you're thinking of me too.
In this world of cheap romance,
And love that only fades after the dance,
They say that I'm a fool to wait for somethin' more.
How can I really love someone I've never seen before?
I have longed for true love every day that I have lived,
And I know real love is all about learnin' how to give.
I pray that God will bring you to me,
I pray you'll find we waiting faithfully.

Faithfully, I am yours,
From now until forever.
Faithfully, I will write,
Write you a love song with my life.
'Cause this kind of love's worth waiting for!
No matter how long it takes, I am yours.
Faithfully, faithfully

Tonight I saw two lovers kiss.
Reminded me of my own loneliness.
They say that I'm a fool to keep on prayin' for you;
How can I give up pleasure for a dream that won't come true?
I will keep believing that God still has a plan.
And though I can not see you now,
I know that He can.
And someday, I will give you all of me.
Until I find you, I'll be waiting faithfully.

Faithfully, I am yours,
From now until forever.
Faithfully, I wil write,
Write you a love song with my life.
'Cause this kind of love's worth waiting for!
Now matter how long it takes I am yours.
Faithfully, faithfully

Faithfully, I am yours,
From now until forever.
Faithfully, I will write,
Write you a love song with my life.
'Cause this kind of love's worth waiting for!
No matter how long it takes I am yours.
Faithfully, faithfully, faithfully.



~ Eric and Leslie Ludy

Change

"'...things will change, whether we like it or no, things won't go on for a long while just as they are and no difference.'"



~ Silas Marner, Silas Marner, George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans)

Work

Work

Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market-place or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say,
When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,
"This is my work; my blessing, not my doom;
Of all who live, I am the one by whom
This work can best be done in the right way."

Then shall I see it not too great, nor small,
To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;
Then shall I cheerful greet the laboring hours,
And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall
At eventide, to play and love and rest,
Because I know for me my work is best.

~ Henry Van Dyke

Our Great Saviour

Our Great Saviour

Jesus! what a Friend for sinners!
Jesus! Lover of my soul;
Friends may fail me, foes assail me,
He, my Savior, makes me whole.

Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a friend!
Saving, helping, keeping loving,
He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a Strength in weakness!
Let me hide myself in Him.
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing,
He, my Strength, my victory wins.

Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a Help in sorrow!
While the billows over me roll,
Even when my heart is breaking,
He, my Comfort, helps my soul.

Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a Guide and Keeper!
While the tempest still is high,
Storms about me, night overtakes me,
He my Pilot hears my cry.

Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.

Jesus! I do now receive Him,
More than all in Him I find.
He hath granted me forgiveness,
I am His, and He is mine.

Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.

Paul Revere's Ride

Paul Revere's Ride

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a latern aloft in the belfry-arch
Of the North Church towar as a signal light, --
One, if by land, and two, if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm."

Then he said, "Good night!" and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war;
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon like a prison bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street,
Wanders and watches with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers,
Marching down to their boats on the shore.

Then he climbed to tower of the Old North Church,
by the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry-chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade, --
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town,
And in the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night-encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay, --
A line of black that bends and floats
On the raising tide, like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.

Now he patted his horse's side,
Now gazed at the landscape far and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle-girth;
But moslty he watched with eager search
The belfry-tower of the Old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and somber and still.

And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight,
A second lamp in the belfry burns!

A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet:
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.

He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock,
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer's dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloddy work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,
When he came to the bridge in Concord town
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.

And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket-ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read.
How the Bristish Regulars fired and fled, --
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farm-yard wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
The ncrossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm, --
A cry of defiance and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo forevermore!

For, borne on the night-wind of the Past
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of the steed
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.


~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Stuffed Cresent Rolls

No, this isn't a quote or poem :D. I decided to share recipes as well as the other things I mentioned. So, here's your recipe:


1 can original cresent rolls (which is 8 cresent rolls total)
About 16 tsp. or so of cream cheese... you can add more or take away some.
About 2 cups of fruit (such as strawberries or cherries) or meat (such as bacon or ham). Again, you can add or take away to this amount.



Preheat the oven to 375 degrees fahrenheit. Then, unroll the cresents and spread each with about 2 tsp. of cream cheese. (The whipped cream cheese is much easier to spread than other kinds.) Next, distribute about 1/4 of fruit or meat onto each cresent roll. Finally, roll 'em up and stick 'em in the oven for 10-12 minutes.

The Eyes of All America

"The eyes of all America are upon us. As we play our part posterity will bless or curse us."

~ Henry Knox

Proverbs 31:11-12

"The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life."

~ Proverbs 31:11-12

In Christ Alone

In Christ Alone

In Christ alone my hope is found

He is my light, my strength, my song

This cornerstone, this solid ground

Firm through the fiercest drought and storm

What heights of love, what depths of peace

When fears are stilled, when strivings ceace

My comforter, my all in all,

Here in the love of Christ I stand

In Christ alone who took on flesh,

Fullness of God an helpless babe

This gift of love and righteousness

Scorned by the ones He came to save

Till on that cross as Jesus died

The wrath of God was satisfied

For every sin on Him was laid

Here in the death of Christ I live

There in the ground His body lay

Light of the world by darkness slain

Then bursting forth in glorious day

Up from the grave He rose again

And as He stands in victory

Sin's curse has lost its grip on me

For I am His and He is mine

Bought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death

This is the power of Christ in me

From life's first cry to final breath

This is the power of Christ in me

No power of hell, no scheme of man

Can ever pluck me from His hand

Till He returns or calls me home,

Here in the power of Christ I'll stand

Introduction

Hello! In this blog I will be posting Bible verses, quotes, songs, poems - and maybe a little more. My posting will probably be pretty sporadic, just as I find new songs and things that I really enjoy I will share. I hope you enjoy!


In Christ Alone,