Thy inner child
The Assyrian King Beseiges Jerusalem
Kiss
Drunkeness
Father's Day 2000
The Voice of God
My Prayer Closet
Before & after the wedding ceremony

Thy inner child
1- Brethren, be not children in understanding. Howbeit, in malice be ye children, But in understanding be men. 1 Cor 14.20		3- He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a red-veined stone, A piece of glass abraded by the beach, And six or seven shells, A bottle with bluebells And two French copper coins, ranged there with careful art, To comfort his sad heart. So when that night I prayed To God, I wept, and said: Ah, when at last we lie with trancèd breath, Not vexing Thee in death, And Thou rememberest of what toys We made our joys, How weakly understood, Thy great commanded good, Then, fatherly not less Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay, Thou'lt leave Thy wrath, and say, "I will forgive them for their childishness." "The Toys" by Coventry Patmore
2- My little Son, who looked from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the seventh time disobeyed, I struck him, and dismissed With hard words and unkissed, (His Mother, who was patient, being dead). Then, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep, I visited his bed, But found him slumbering deep, With darkened eyelids, and their lashes yet From his late sobbing wet. And I, with moan, Kissing away his tears, left others of my own; For, on a table drawn beside his head,

The Assyrian King Beseiges Jerusalem 2 Kings Chapters 18 & 19
1) The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset was seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!		2) And there lay the steed with his nostrils all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord. George Gordon, Lord Byron
And it came to pass on a certain night that the angel of the Lord went out, and killed in the camp of the Assyrians one hundred and eighty-five thousand; and when people arose early in the morning, there were the corpses all dead. So Sennacherib king of Assyria departed... 2 Kings 19.35-36a

Kiss
Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in. Time, you thief! who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad. Say that health and wealth have missed me. Say I'm growing old but add --- Jenny kissed me! Leigh Hunt		Thy lips, O my bride, drip as the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under thy tongue. The fragrance of thy garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. Song of Songs 4.11

Drunkeness 6/28/00
The Saloon is sometimes called a Bar, A Bar to heaven, a door to hell Whoever named it, named it well... A Bar to manliness and wealth A door to want and broken health A Bar to honor, pride, and fame A door to grief and sin and shame A Bar to hope, a Bar to prayer A door to darkness and despair A Bar to honored useful life A door to brawling, senseless strife A Bar to all that's true and brave A door to every drunkard's grave A Bar to joys that home imparts A door to tears and aching hearts A Bar to heaven, a door to hell Whoever named it, named it well! written by a lifer in Joliet Prison		Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has contentions? Who has complaints? Who has wounds without cause? Who has redness of eyes? Those who linger long at the wine, those who go in search of mixed wine. Do not look on the wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup, when it swirls around smoothly. At the last it bites like a serpent, and stings like a viper. Your eyes will see strange things. Your heart will utter perverse things. Yes, you will be like one who lies down in the midst of the sea, or like one who lies at the top of the mast, saying: "They have struck me, but I was not hurt. "They have beaten me, but I did not feel it. "When shall I awake, that I may seek another drink?'' Proverbs 23.29-35
Wine is a mocker, intoxicating drink arouses brawling, and whoever is led astray by it is not wise. Pr 20.1 And do not be drunk with wine, in which is dissipation; but be filled with the Spirit. Eph 5.18 Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian. Herman Melville (Moby Dick) He that drinks fast pays slow. Ben Franklin (Poor Richard's Almanac)

Father's Day 2000
A Dad's Prayer		The Lord's Promise to a Godly Dad
When little things would irk me, and I grow Impatient with my dear ones, make me know How in a moment joy can take its flight And happiness be quenched in endless night. Keep this thought within me all the day That I may guard the harsh words I might say When I would fret and grumble, fiery hot, At trifles that tomorrow are forgot. Help me consider, Lord, how it would be If these, my loved ones, were not here with me.		Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord; that walketh in His ways. For thou shalt eat the labor of thine hands. Happy shalt thou be, and it shall be well with thee. Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house: thy children like olive plants round about thy table. Behold -- thus shall the man be blessed that feareth the Lord! Psalm 128.1-4

The Voice of God
I sought to hear the voice of God, And climbed the topmost steeple. But God declared, "Go down again, I dwell among the people." Louis I. Newman		The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves such as have a contrite spirit. Psalm 34.18 The Lord is near to all who call upon Him; to all who call upon Him in truth. Psalm 145.18

My Prayer Closet
Quietly I enter the closet Quietly I close the door. Outside are the futilities, The doubts and useless struggles. Forgotten are the little things That too long have shackled my mind And held me prisoner. Now, unhurried and free, I contemplate God, His mercy and His love. Patiently I wait.		Lo, out of the shadows Comes His presence. Silently we visit. From His wounded hand I receive His balm And His comfort. I rest. The door to the world is opened! Eagerly I pass, No longer futile, no longer fearful, nor yet alone. No longer I, but WE! P.M. Snyder
But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly. Mt 6.6

Before and After The Wedding Ceremony

We used to talk of so many things, Roses and summer and golden rings, Music and dances and books and plays, Venice and moonlight and future days. Now our chief subjects are food and bills, Genevieve's measles and Johnny's ills; New shoes for Betty, a hat for Jane, Taxes, insurance, the mail and rain! We used to say that Romance would stay. We'd walk together a magic way! Though we don't talk as in days of yore, Strange, is it not, that I love you more? Anne Campbell

Entreat me not to leave you, Or to turn back from following after you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, And your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, If anything but death parts you and me. Ruth 1.16-17

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