“Spring will come and so will happiness. Hold on. Life will get warmer.”
Anita Krizzan
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spring will come
Archive | February 2023
freedom
“Those who deny freedom to others, deserve it not for themselves.” ― Abraham Lincoln
Photo by Cheryl Cook
Fresh as the Dew of the Morning
Fresh as the Dew of the Morning
Fresh as the dew of the morning,
Bringing a sweet rest unheard,
Christ, in the gentle anointing,
Whispers His comforting word:
Stand till the trial is over,
Stand till the tempest is gone,
Stand for the glory of Jesus,
Stand till the kingdom is won.
Lord of all hope,
O how sweet is Thy voice,
Making my heart
In Thy presence rejoice.
If in the test of my trouble,
Faint be my spirit and heart,
Faith, with the star of hope glimm’ring,
Shall all be taken apart,
May then Thy faith with Thy life-pow’r
Over me hold its full sway
That all Thy riches of glory
Now I may share and for aye.
Lord of all hope,
O how sweet is Thy voice,
Making my heart
In Thy presence rejoice.
Lord, as the morning sun dawning,
Chase all my darkness away,
And with Thy kind wings of healing
Turn all my night into day.
Come Thou, O come, Lord of comfort,
Come to my sad, weary heart,
Come, O Thou blest hope of glory,
Never, O never depart.
Lord of all hope,
O how sweet is Thy voice,
Making my heart
In Thy presence rejoice.
Author Unknown
Original Tune: Septimus Winner (1827 – 1902)
Current Tune Adapted (unknown) Source: ehymnbook
Photo: Marge McCoy
melancholy
“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.”
― Virginia Woolf
Photo by Cheryl Cook
all
May all be fed. May all be healed. May all be loved. – John Robbins
Photo by Marge McCoy
morning prayer
Give us grace, O Lord, to work while it is day, fulfilling diligently and patiently whatever duty Thou appointest us; doing small things in the day of small things, and great labours if Thou summon us to any; rising and working, sitting still and suffering, according to Thy word. AMEN.
Unknown Source
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in winter
“In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.”
― Ben Aaronovitc
Photo by Jean Pike
rest
One hand full of rest is better than two fists full of labor and striving after wind.
Ecclesiastes 4:6
Photo by Jean Pike
a single snowflake
“Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.”
― Sara Raasc
Photo by Marge McCoy
All Praise
All Praise to Our Redeeming Lord
All praise to our redeeming Lord,
Who joins us by His grace,
And bids us, each to each restored,
Together seek His face,
Together seek His face.
He bids us build each other up;
And, gathered into one,
To our high calling’s glorious hope,
We hand in hand go on,
We hand in hand go on.
The gift which He on one bestows,
We all delight to prove;
The grace through every vessel flows,
In purest streams of love,
In purest streams of love.
We all partake the joy of one;
The common peace we feel;
A peace to worldly minds unknown,
A joy unspeakable,
A joy unspeakable.
And if our fellowship below
In Christ yet be so sweet,
What height of rapture shall we know,
When round His throne we meet,
When round His throne we meet!
Lyrics: Charles Wesley (1707 – 1788)
Music: Thomas Hastings (1784 – 1872)
Photo: Marge McCoy
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