Salvation Prayer
(a celebration
song-of-love)
This prayer may
be sung either of two ways in Praise!
Honor! Glory!:
In
staccato-cadence intent of purpose to electrify the spirit:
Or,
In whisper-soft
sacred-soul transcending simple-humble Love!
Gone where is
Abraham of Bible-times in Genesis-space?
Revealed his
true Faith! With son-sacrifice
offered-case
I was myriad
centuries late for rendezvous with his face
In tender-heart
reverence I pray His patient presence
Absent, too,
brother “wild” Johnny-that-Baptist boy
Already baptized
sweet Lord in river holy-water joy
Wild-honey
locust wild-beast clad embraced spirit toy
In tender-heart
reverence I pray His patient presence
Old Lazarus
asleep so deep thought dead or such
Readied his tomb
for burial, concluded too much
In
“miracle-mode” his life reborn at Jesus’
touch
In tender-heart
reverence I pray His patient presence
False-accusations
with faux-trial defined His sacred
loss
Fourteen
challenges finally nailed Him to yon
tree-cross
Proclaimed
victory-over-death with a Resurrection-toss
In tender-heart
reverence I pray His patient presence
God surely
blessed America! From coast to coast!
We celebrate
Freedom practiced Liberty the most!
Simple!
Humble!-I! Bless me Father! Son! Holy Ghost!
In tender-heart
reverence I pray His patient presence
In tender-heart
reverence I pray His patient presence
Amen! Amen! Amen!
Happy
Easter! 2017
Plus:
Day 116
Feeding the fish
with Capt’n. Eddie! Yuk!
Beth was very
sick.
Bahama’s
calling! Oh! Yeah! Oh! Baby!
Seldom did we take any trips, especially
vacations, without the entire troupe in tow.
Z. Tyler went on a cruise with us; only 3 or 4
at the time, he was as cool as James Bond!
Our foray to the islands included Mom, Dad,
Beth, Becky and Z. Tyler. What a glorious trip!
The “landlubbers” did fine until we took an
outing on Capt’n. Eddies catamaran. Ugh!
Three miles out, the skipper loaded his spear
gun; most of the passengers didn’t notice; I did!
Then he anchored---and…the “calm” Atlantic
kicked up her heels with three foot swells; that “substantial” ocean-going
vessel suddenly felt like a cork in a whirlpool! I quickly donned a snorkel
mask and fell backwards into the chop---Amazing!
The sand-bottom was dotted with chunks of
colorful living coral; sun danced across the waves above creating a rhythmic
cadence of light and shadow on the sculpted bottom. Myriad sea creatures of
various shades and colors highlighted the undersea vista.
I
was in heaven! Coming up for my bearings, I found myself some distance from the
“boat” which bobbed around like the tiny red and white cork on my trusty ole
cane pole I learned to fish with as a kid. I started back to the “safety” of
the tiny island afloat on the wild Atlantic Ocean. Refuge!? Slogging aboard like a beached whale, I began to feel the
“queasiness” that had already laid claim to Beth and Becky who were quite busy
“feeding” the fish. When I finally managed to get aboard the twelve foot
vessel, Capt’n. Eddie’s “Bahama-mamma” servings in the large water coolers hit
me---Yeah!...My turn to “feed” the fish, too. Nobody escaped unscathed!
We made it back to the safety of the dock---no
casualties…at least, none that wouldn’t eventually, with a little time and some
“light” food, recover. Beth and I seemed to have suffered the most; everybody
de-boarded, politely stepping over our prone bodies, white as sheets.
All-in-all---another fantastic adventure! The
“highlights” (good and bad) part of the experience. Nobody can have a “bad”
adventure if your “attitude”
precludes adversity.
Thanks, Guys! For the Memories!
Bon
Voyage!
(Keep a bag---handy!)
Ah! Cookie Jar “cork-bobbing” Sweet memories!
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