Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Friday, June 20, 2014
OVER THE HILL
As I sit,
Looking over the hill,
The air is cool,
The air is still.
Over the hill,
An expression,
Of one growing old,
A very old one,
I am told.
This old body,
One having much pain,
Feels a little better,
In the sunshine,
A little worse in the rain.
When I get up,
Get up to move,
I walk with a little less legs,
And a little more cane.
This old body,
May be falling apart,
But my soul,
My spirit,
Are strong,
And everlasting,
Because I have Jesus,
He lives in my heart!
Looking over the hill,
The air is cool,
The air is still.
Over the hill,
An expression,
Of one growing old,
A very old one,
I am told.
This old body,
One having much pain,
Feels a little better,
In the sunshine,
A little worse in the rain.
When I get up,
Get up to move,
I walk with a little less legs,
And a little more cane.
This old body,
May be falling apart,
But my soul,
My spirit,
Are strong,
And everlasting,
Because I have Jesus,
He lives in my heart!
Monday, June 2, 2014
Sunday, June 1, 2014
My Favorite Psalms
Psalm 121
King James Version (KJV)
121 I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
2 My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4 Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
8 The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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