This one may be a bit of a more difficult read as I was playing with some words. Still I hope you are able to see the value in it.
The things that I desire to see, are things I desire to see
Those which others look into, are too complicated for me
Yet if a thing could be retold as a holy prize to know
I suppose I would like by it, to cause my wit to show Continue reading
Mondays are often days of sheer dread. Especially for those with the leftovers from Fridays hanging over their head. Sometimes folk think they’re better off to just stay in bed. Continue reading
I hope you enjoy these and would only ask that you leave an occasional comment to let me know that you do
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The story of Jesus, has often been told
To listeners of tales, both young and old
Near embers of fire, while outside is cold
The majesty of its glory, His saints will unfold
They’ll speak of His birth, ‘neath the starlit sky
And of the Angels proclaiming, Glory on High
The shepherds saw first, the babe who’d not cry
Then told it to everyone, whom they passed by
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The touch of the Spirit’s love, Washed each heart from above,
As we sought to wear Him like a glove
First we’d meet at the Church, Purposed in God’s Word to search,
Like wise old owls on their perch
When the Spirit’s working was done, Through time spent praising the Son,
We’d head out for some late night fun
Put the pot of coffee on; Find something tasty with pecan,
Open up the Word to feast thereon
Won’t go home till we have sight, Of the clock passing through midnight,
Knowing the time we spend here is right
This fellowship of midnight oil, Wrought in us by spiritual toil,
Was rewarded with much Heavenly spoil
Now some of us have grayer hair, And the time that we spent there,
Was blessed by God’s Spirit so fair
And if in His gracious plan, We’re allowed once more to stand,
Late at night in this Holy band
We’ll sing His praises and do more, For we’re called by the One we adore,
To seek the wisdom we pray for
But make mine a decaf brew, And a diet biscuit or two,
Is ten late enough for this crew?
So long before you need that bed, Tell me what Jesus has said,
As He speaks through these words in red
Still midnight will come again, And late night victories over sin,
Just like it has always been
By God’s grace we are blessed, In our memories to caress
Simpler days of joy with less stress
Yet the Lord who met us then, Will answer prayers to enter in
This fellowship of midnight oil again
