Friday, March 19, 2010

Oh God, Our Help In Ages Past

O God, Our help in ages past
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same

A thousand ages, in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.

Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Be thou our guide while life shall last,
And our eternal home!

-Isaac Watts

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Loving memory of Nick Breslawski

Oh the sorrow
But yet the joy
What pain
But what yet happiness
For the death of one brings many together
As they speak and reminisce
Joyful memories stroll about
We cry, we laugh
We mourn, we weep
Yah we never forget that dearest soul
That one we all so sweetly remember
As it bears easier each day
Easier to our hearts
We all know death waits about
For the death of a saint I rejoice
Nicholas Beslawski
I shan’t forget thee
An honored soldier,
A diligent farmer,
A faithful friend,
You were like
My grandfather.

The Lord

The Lord
The Lord Almighty!
He is powerful and Just
None shall go without acknowledging His glory
This glory that hath saved our souls
The King
The King over all
He is Love
Love that never ceases
A gentle wind
Yet a mighty thunder!
Justice is His
And we will praise Him!
For He is perfect just as He is
Jehovah, Jehovah reigns
In Heaven and on Earth
In high places and in low
Over the rich and the poor
For He is our Lord
Yes He is Lord

A Sailors Song

The red bearded man sets out to sea
He’s ready for the fierce long journey
He knows not what the captain wills
Yet he must raise the dull grey sails
After months of sailing far
The food runs low the men are parched
Knowing now they can’t turn back
The crew now sings a lowly song
Sailing and sailing ever on
The red bearded man will soon be gone.