The Shoebox

I love this song by Chris Young, the words are lovely – and it reminds me of the box full of memories that I have collected over the last 10 or so years.

Don`t forget the little moments
They`re the ones that mean the most
When the way home seems so far away
Take `em out and hold them close
And take a picture with your father
Cause one day he`ll be gone
And don`t forget to fill an old shoe box
Full of things to look back on

Merry Christmas

Luke 2:14
Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests

Isaiah 9:6
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

 

Go Jesus!

In light of it being Christmas soon, here’s a cool picture that someone posted on Twitter last year. Made me smile when I saw it, I wish I had the t-shirt.

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Holes in the Floor of Heaven

I love the words of this song by Mark Wills. Every time it comes on in my car, it makes me a bit teary. The words are so perfect, and it is sung beautifully. I’ve just put the chorus here, but the entire song is amazing.

Cos there’s holes in the floor of heaven and her tears are pourin down
that’s how you know she’s watchin, wishing she could be here now.
and sometimes if your lonely , just remember she can see,
there’s holes in the floor of heaven, and she’s watchin over you and me.

Loved Ones

This is read every year at the Lights of Love service at Wheatfields Hospice. It’s a really lovely poem, with such a beautiful meaning. My Grandad was cared for at Wheatfields and they do such fantastic work. It’s nice to go back each year to support them.

So many Christmas memories,
Now touched by gentle tears
Of Christmas shared with loved ones
Left as precious souvenirs.

The warmth of smiles and laughter,
That extra special wish.
Christmas time reminders
Of how much they’re missed.

If only it was Christmas
In the way it was before
If only we could have a chance
To share in just one more.

There’d be another memory left
Before we had to part.
Where a little Christmas magic
Helped to heal an aching heart.

Colours of Day

We used to sing this hymn in Primary school, and it was always one of my favourites. Looking at all the snow outside, the words ‘Light up the fire and let the flame burn’ sounded very comforting this morning!

Colours of day dawn into the mind
The sun has come up, the night is behind.
Go down in the city, into the street,
And lets give the message to the people we meet

So light up the fire and let the flame burn
Open the door, let Jesus return
Take seeds of his spirit, let the fruit grow,
Tell the people of Jesus, let his love show.

Go through the park, on into the town,
The sun still shines on, it never goes down.
The light of the world is risen again,
The people of darkness are needing our friend.

So light up the fire and let the flame burn
Open the door, let Jesus return
Take seeds of his spirit, let the fruit grow,
Tell the people of Jesus, let his love show.

Open your eyes, look into the sky,
The darkness has come, the sun came to die.
The evening draws on, the sun disappears,
But Jesus is living and his Spirit is near.

Don’t Laugh at Me

I first heard this song on an episode of Extreme Makeover Home Edition, when Mark Wills sung it to a little girl who had been burned really badly. I fell in love with the song and the words, it’s just beautiful. Here’s the lyrics to the chorus, and I’ve put the video below if you want to listen to it. Amazing.

Don’t laugh at me
Don’t call me names
Don’t get your pleasure from my pain
In God’s eyes we’re all the same
Someday we’ll all have perfect wings
Don’t laugh at me


Spanish Lords Prayer

I got a Spanish/English Bible last year for Christmas, which has Spanish down one side of the page and English down the other. I thought it would help me improve my Spanish. Not so much, but I do like this.

Padre nuestro que estás en los cielos
Santificado sea tu nombre
Vénganos tu reino
Hágase tu voluntad, así en la tierra como en el cielo
El pan nuestro de cada día, dánoslo hoy
Y perdónanos nuestros ofensas así como nosotros perdónamos a los que nos ofenden
Y no nos dejes caer en tentación
Mas líbranos del mal
Porque tuyo es el reino, el poder y la gloria,
Por los siglos de los siglos
Amen

Romans 8: 38-39

For I am certain of this: neither death nor life, no angel, no prince, nothing that exists, nothing still to come, not any power, or height or depth, nor any created thing, can ever come between us and the love of God made visible in Christ Jesus our Lord

Remembrance

I’ve just watched the Songs of Praise Remembrance special, and this poem was read. It’s a poem that is now synonymous with Remembrance day and captures the feelings perfectly.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Extract from For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon

This put me in mind of af a poem which I read last year:

Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free
I’m following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard Him call;
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I found that place at the close of day.

If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss;
Ah yes, these things, I too will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I savoured much;
Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.

Perhaps my time seems all too brief;
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free.