Archive | December 2013

true beauty

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‘The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows and the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.’
Audrey Hepburn

Photo Courtey of the Curtiss Family Album

a friend

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A friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
Unknown

Photo Courtesy of the Curtiss Family Album circa 1940

“This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.
John 15:12

do you hear what i hear?

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Do You Hear What I Hear?

Said the night wind to the little lamb,
do you see what I see
Way up in the sky, little lamb,
do you see what I see
A star, a star, dancing in the night
With a tail as big as a kite
With a tail as big as a kite

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy,
do you hear what I hear
Ringing through the sky, shepherd boy,
do you hear what I hear
A song, a song, high above the trees
With a voice as big as the sea
With a voice as big as the sea

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,
do you know what I know
In your palace warm, mighty king,
do you know what I know
A Child, a Child shivers in the cold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Let us bring Him silver and gold
Said the king to the people everywhere,
listen to what I say
Pray for peace, people everywhere!
listen to what I say
The Child, the Child, sleeping in the night
He will bring us goodness and light
He will bring us goodness and light

Written in October 1962, with by Noel Regney
Photo by Marge McCoy

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Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Charles Wesley(1707-1788), 1739

Hark! the herald angels sing
“Glory to the newborn King
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!”
Joyful, all ye nations rise;
Join the triumph of the skies;
With angelic host proclaim
“Christ is born in Bethlehem!”
Hark! the herald angels sing
“Glory to the newborn King!”
Christ, by highest heaven adored;
Christ the everlasting Lord;
Late in time behold Him come,
Offspring of the favored one.
Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see;
hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased as man with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King”
Hail! the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail! the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
risen with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth,
born to give them second birth
Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the newborn King”

Photo by Marge McCoy

song of Christmas

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A Song of Christmas

In my mind’s eye, I see it now~
The wonder of that night!
When angels spoke to humble men,
Awaking in their fright.
No other eyes had gazed in awe
At such a wondrous scene,
Nor heard the angel herald’s voice,
Thinking it was a dream.
Imagination transports me
To see with starstruck eyes
Unveiled messengers of God
Appearing in night skies.
My soul exults, my voice rings out,
With angel bands I sing!
Our hallelujahs fill the air
With praises to the King!

Poem by Connie Faust
Photo by Marge McCoy

Serve the Lord with gladness;
come before Him with joyful songs.
Psalm 100:2 KJV

holy

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Oh Holy Night

Oh holy night!
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appear’d and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!

Fall on your knees
Oh hear the angel voices
Oh night divine
Oh night when Christ was born
Oh night divine
Oh night divine

Oh Holy Night Composed by Adolphe-Charles Adam
Photo by Elizabeth Pike