Monthly Archives: December, 2016

“God Knows” a poem story

Yes, I am one of those people who occasionally sits down with a book of poetry to read just for pleasure.  I can’t write it at all!  I depend on those to understand the metical value of words.  This morning I came across this poem with which I am familiar,  however, I did  not know the …

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No man cared for my soul

David, the chosen King of united Israel is in despair.  While he had been chosen to be king, he was far from sitting on a throne in a royal palace.  He was sitting in a cave.  That lonely cry of despair is found in Psalm 142.  David said that he looked to his right, then …

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Remnants of Christmas

Here it is approaching noon and I am still in my night wear.  A cup of coffee sits before me.  I had cookies for breakfast.  It was a busy day yesterday.  It keeps a person busy opening gifts, preparing food, visiting with loved ones, and playing games! I enjoyed all of it, even washing dishes.  …

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Merry Listing!

The lingering benefits of attending church cannot be overrated. This morning I was refreshed and renewed in my church service. It is possible to have internal movement and stirring of my spirit in … Source: Merry Listing!

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I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, an American Poet who is a national treasure, penned the words to this lilting song.  It was set to music in 1872 by John B. Calkin.  Most church songbooks leave stanzas out of the song to shorten it to a mere three stanzas. I live close to a college that has a …

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The Stagecoach

This is an illustration I heard in church yesterday. Years ago, during the days of transportation via stagecoach a traveler approached the ticket window and asked for a seat to Denver.  The ticket clerk asked him if he wanted a first class, second class, or third class seat.  Bewildered, the traveler asked the prices and …

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A Soldier’s Night Before Christmas Poem

Credit to the writer is at the end of the poem.  I’ve had it in my file for quite some time.  Read it to the meter of “Night Before Christmas” In honor of Pearl Habor Day, I thought this fitting for today. A Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I …

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