Archive | February 2016

awake

awake

Awake, thou wintry earth –
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
~Thomas Blackburn, “An Easter Hymn”

Photo by Elizabeth Pike

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Family of God

familyofgod

I’m so glad I’m a part of the Family of God,
I’ve been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His blood!
Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod,
For I’m part of the family,
The Family of God.

You will notice we say “brother and sister” ’round here,
It’s because we’re a family and these are so near;
When one has a heartache, we all share the tears,
And rejoice in each victory in this family so dear.

I’m so glad I’m a part of the Family of God,
I’ve been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His blood!
Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod,
For I’m part of the family,
The Family of God.

From the door of an orphanage to the house of the King,
No longer an outcast, a new song I sing;
From rags unto riches, from the weak to the strong,
I’m not worthy to be here, but praise God I belong!

I’m so glad I’m a part of the Family of God,
I’ve been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His Blood!
Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod,
For I’m part of the family,
The Family of God

Word and Music by: Bill and Gloria Gaither
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo Courtesy of the Garrigues Family Album

loved ones

BelindsBlue

Loved Ones
With pen in hand I try to write
the feelings deep inside:
to tell the ones I love so much
the things I sometimes hide.
I thank the Lord for blessing me with ones so dear as they
who do so much and never ask that them I should repay.

Their pleasures stem from helping us
And that’s their only thanks
Too young are we to understand
this gift within our ranks.

Oh foolish children that we are, to let them do so much,
to wear them out before their time,
held too tight within our clutch.
Our every wish is their command,
their spirit never tires
their hands and hearts are never still, our love is their desire.

Let us, Oh Lord, reverse this course, this tide of flowing strength:
and give to them what they’ve to us, seems needed at long length.
And yet this tide will never turn, for we are helpless still,
The voice within our hearts is strong; but not so strong our will.
— Betty Garrigues

Poem Courtesy of Betty’s Journal
Photo by Belinda Brasley