Saturday, March 25, 2017

Happy Easter! Plus: Day 116 CJSM



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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