HAUNTED BY THE HOLY GHOST

...I still stand outside their room, and listen to their breathing....

I only can do Suzuki Violin through Book 2; dad read the Tolkien  but I read L'Engle and MacDonald; I also taught them all the words to Gilbert and Sullivan's Mikado, Pirates of Penzance, and HMS Pinafore.  Now they are too old for such foolishness,  but I still stand outside their room and listen to their breathing each time they come safely home....

                                                                           

Poem by: Joyce Sutphen

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REBECCA, THIS ONE IS FOR YOU: (click listen to this track)
No words could do it justice, you have to listen to it.

 

"Mary's Waltz".
It's like no Chistmas Carol I have ever listened to.

O Come Thou Dayspring

The watcher: by Maureen F..

CREATOR of the stars of night,
Thy people's everlasting light,
Jesu, Redeemer, save us all,
and hear Thy servants when they call.

Thou, grieving that the ancient curse
should doom to death a universe,
hast found the medicine, full of grace,
to save and heal a ruined race.

Thou camest, the Bridegroom of the Bride,
as drew the world to evening tide,
proceeding from a virgin shrine,
the spotless Victim all divine.

At whose dread Name, majestic now,
all knees must bend, all hearts must bow;
and things celestial Thee shall own,
and things terrestrial Lord alone.

O Thou whose coming is with dread,
to judge and doom the quick and dead,
preserve us, while we dwell below,
from every insult of the foe.

To God the Father, God the Son,
and God the Spirit, Three in One,
laud, honor, might, and glory be
from age to age eternally. Amen.

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