Thursday, March 2, 2017

"Salvation Prayer" Plus Day 94 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 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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