Sunday, March 5, 2017

Salvation Prayer (for Easter-time) Plus Day 97 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 97
 
Carl feeding the birds and squirrels
 
Our feathered and furry friends delight in a winter treat; me, too!
I reckon that when my number comes up, there will be no fiat by the “Royal-elites” proclaiming my “15-seconds of fame; guess I slept right through such fantasy---for everybody!
But, whatever number remains of the 10,000-plus trees that I have planted will continue to thrive, providing shade in the summer, real “Royal-regal” robes of beautiful foliage come Autumn, “winter-tree” astounding  beauty in the daguerreotype black and white stark-freeze, buds bursting forth in spring with hopeful aspirations for rebirth and another beginning. My feathered friends and furry animals will enjoy the “some” shelter for nighttime respite and safe harbor from the storms of their life. So? That’s why I feed the bird and squirrel critters.
Actually, I provide grain for the wild creatures all year long; in winter time they can collectively eat around four pounds a day when Ole-man-winter takes on a pernicious vengeance. Plus, I buy dollar-a-loaf bread at the discount store and offer them a couple of loaves a week as dessert and they sure enough do love that consideration evident by its quick disappearance.
Three home-made feeders offer the visitors a variety of “gourmet” delicacies. Squirrels like whole or cracked corn; Blue Jays delight in bread offerings, bright red Cardinals prefer black-oil sunflower seeds and the “hoi-ploy” will eat anything you present at the patio-diner. My fine feathered friends truly enjoy the linseed-oiled feeders with slanted-glass reservoirs where the grain-offerings are deposited, but, when I broadcast the “goodies” on the patio floor, they seem to enjoy that adventure the best.
Commercial wild bird feed can get pretty expensive, pretty fast. But, with a penchant for “farmer” in my blood and with some actual “hands-on” claim to practicing the “art” I have learned a trick or two along the way in these now seven-decades. A commercial product encompassing various grains sold as “hen scratch” and found at grain mills or rural retail outlets provides a hefty 50-pound bag for around ten dollars which can be stretched to a month’s rations when supplemented with other “goodies”! There is always a way to achieve any goal!
Well! As we now vacate the winter months, or, they fade from us since we have little to say about the seasons coming and going, spring offers a whole new generation of the beasts an entry to our fantastic world; I’ll continue to feed them---throughout the year. Comfort!...It’s what I do!
 
As ye treat the least of these…The first shall be last… Do unto others… Live! Love! Laugh!...
 
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Feed all  the hungry” Memories!

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