Tuesday, September 23, 2008
It Must Have Seemed So Strange
To lay His glory down;
For long before the worlds were made
His head had worn a crown.
The morning stars had sung for Him,
Till all the heavenly space
Was filled with ringing praises of
His majesty and grace.
His throne. the throne of the Most High,
With gold and gems was bright;
There thronging angels worshiped Him
And served Him day and night.
And now upon this earth, whose first
Foundations He had laid,
His weary feet were cut and bruised
By stones which He had made.
The sun which He had hung on high
Beat down upon His head.
He must have watched the stars at night,
The sunsets glowing red,
Where He had walked once on a time
In glory never dreamed,
And then, remembering, how strange,
How strange earth must have seemed!
And it will seem as strange to us,
Yet sweet beyond compare,
To quit earth's dusty roads and walk
With Him in glory there!
-by Martha Snell Nicholson
For Whom I Pray
Special and set apart,
And each one bears, all unaware,
The imprint of my heart.
For these are they for whom I pray;
The ones whose names I speak
Before God's throne, the ones for whom
His favor I would seek.
Some are my nearest, dearest. Some
But strangers in the street,
And some are those of whom I read,
But each name has a sweet
Significance, as though my Lord
And I a secret shared
About them, which will come to light
The day when hearts are bared
And all the hidden things made known.
Dear ones for whom I pray,
How sweet to meet you face to face
On Heaven's streets some day!
-by Martha Snell Nicholson
The Cross Of Christ
That cross on which Christ died;
Oh, there my helpless soul has fled,
And there it will abide.
Though pomp and circumstance parade
And bannered horsemen ride,
They cannot lure me from the cross
Oh which my Savior died.
For all the wealth of all earth's kings
I would not turn aside;
I want no other riches save
That crimson cleansing tide.
No other hope I find, no joy,
No peace for me, aside
From that dear secret place of grace,
The cross on which Christ died!
-poem by Martha Snell Nicholson
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Granny To The Rescue Once Again!!! (This time to protect us against frowns)
Okay, I thought y'all might like a video of Granny Reccu!! After all, at least a few of you are her grandchildren! I have quite a few pictures and videos of her, and I thought this was a good one, and not that embarassing for her. In this video we are playing a board game called Quelf, and our happy Granny is playing her card. (We weren't allowed to know what she was doing.)
Once again she keeps us all entertained! You can't help but smile right along with her. :D
(sorry it's sideways again.)
Attack Of The Giant Zucchini
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Humphrey
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Songs
The Beauty Of God's Creation
This is one of God's unfailingly new and beautiful paintings.
You know what I realized the other day? We were coming back from the trip, and we had a beautiful "California" sunset. (It was better than the ones we had in Oregon, I wish I had been able to get a good shot of it.)
I realized that there won't be any sunsets in heaven! At first I was shocked, and almost disappointed! But as I thought about it, I realized that we will have the most Beautiful Son of all, shining right before our very eyes, and His beauty will be so amazing and magnificent that these earthly sunsets will never even come to remembrance. All that we once thought was beautiful will be swallowed up in His beauty beyond compare.
"The city had no need of the sun or of the moon to shine in it, for the glory of God illuminated it. The Lamb is its light. And the nations of those who are saved shall walk in its light , and the kings of the earth bring their glory and honor into it. It's gates shall not be shut at all by day (there shall be not night there). And they shall bring the glory and the honor of the nations into it. But there shall by no means enter it anything that defiles, or causes an abomination or a lie, but only those who are written in the Lamb's Book of Life."
Revelation 21:23-27
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Let there be light
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Knitting Time!
Well, I hope this was not a complete bore to all of you non-knitters; I personally love this kind of stuff as you can see. Bye!