THE CHILDREN'S HOUR

One generation will commend your works to another;
       they will tell of your mighty acts.
     They will speak of the glorious splendor of your majesty........

Psalm 145                  

Belated wishes for a happy Father's day to my twin brothers. Here is the younger and his quiver full.

Baptized into Christ, you both took your own road, but found your way back to the place your began.  What wonderful fathers you have made...and the Story goes on.....................

Built on the Rock the Church doth stand,
Even when steeples are falling;
Crumbled have spires in every land,
Bells still are chiming and calling,
Calling the young and old to rest,
But above all the soul distrest,
Longing for rest everlasting.

We are God's house of living stones,
Builded for His habitation;
He through baptismal grace us owns
Heirs of His wondrous salvation.
Were we but two His name to tell,
Yet He would deign with us to dwell,
With all His grace and His favor.

Still we our earthly temples rear
That we may herald His praises;
They are the homes where He draws near
And little children embraces.
Beautiful things in them are said;
God there with us His covenant made,
Making us heirs of His kingdom.

Grant then, O God, where'er men roam,
That, when the church-bells are ringing,
Many in saving faith may come
Where Christ His message is bringing:
"I know Mine own, Mine own know Me;
Ye, not the world, My face shall see.
My peace I leave with you." Amen.