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
Day 94
Bright yellow
bicycles under the
Christmas tree
for Becky and Mom
I can’t say in truth that our family was
“poor” when I was a kid; by today’s standards, certainly, the statement would
warrant credibility. Money was scare, true enough, but, we had a fine roof over
our heads, rented, yes! Still warm and cozy, a worthy refuge from any storm of
life that might threaten. There were “certified” rich people, I suppose---Well!
Maybe!?
I had very little in the way of material
items, a ball glove, a couple of used baseballs, a bat.
We ate very well, had nice clothes, always
clean and an immaculate house; Mom did it all.
Candy’s
family was “well-off” in my humble opinion, though, I seldom considered such
things; I’ve never been “worldly” or “materialistic” ignoring such nonsense as
vain and vacant.
I
have absolutely no complaints about anything in my “Great” life; I am
exceedingly “Blessed”! When I turned twelve, Schwinn bicycles were all the
rage---and…expensive. I would never have dared dream of owning such
transportation or hinting that I desired one. My bike was an old balloon tire
two wheeler that had been my Dad’s when he was a kid and I took special pride
in that machine. Pretty “cool” riding the bike your Dad had used. I was six
when I “learned” to ride that twenty-six inch monster; more than a few cuts and
scrapes adorned my knees. My feet wouldn’t reach the pedals as my legs were too
short to afford the accommodation; so, I’d give a hearty downward push with one
leg to propel the heavy bike forward and also to bring the opposite pedal
around so I could push with the other leg. Tough going! Many failures.
Thar
Christmas of my twelfth year, “Santa Claus” surprised each of us, me, my
brother and sister with brand new bicycles! Wow!
And---mine…a shiny new red Schwinn three speed racer.
Oh!
I was in heaven! How Dad and Mom managed, I’ll never know.
I
learned from that lesson and vowed that my family of the future would always
have a “big” Christmas celebration. Thankfully, I have thus far been able to sustain that promise.
So?
Well! My Lady Candice Leah never had a new bicycle---never…until I found out.
When
she was thirty, the year I learned of her absent new kid’s bicycle, “Santa”
brought her one! Bright and shiny and a racer with ten-speeds! True to my word:
Becky got one, too! Beth already had one. And, when the girls turned
sixteen---their own sporty-“cool” cars!
When
Lady Candice turned forty years of age, I gave her another surprise: a brand
new shiny red Mustang GT convertible with a white top. Two months and one day
later, daughter Rachel Rebecca turned sixteen---and…Lady Candice gave her that
car! That, friend, is my perfect family! I may leave here absent much acclaim
or, even, notice save: Faith! Family!
Freedom!
And,
that epitaph will suffice just fine for a “simple, humble” effort! Thank you! Kindly.
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “mantra”Memories!
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