English Breakfast

English Breakfast today with friends.

Honey, when I say “I bring home the bacon.” I do mean I bring home the bacon, 1.5 pounds to be precise, three tins of Baked Beans, half a pound of Mushrooms, 18 eggs, 30 sausages and three loafs of white bread for toast. But it was just a little investment in a great friendship that hopefully will last for years and years to come. And boy, did we laugh today.

This year I pray for peace

This year I pray for peace
Instead of my good health
This year I pray for peace
Against my better judgement

This year I pray for peace
And not for a lot of money
This year I pray for peace
I want this just for you

This year I pray for peace
Because I love you so
This year I pray for peace
I want to hold you close

This year I pray for peace
And Jesus back on earth
This year I pray for peace
I hope you love Him too

This year I pray for peace
Against my better judgement

Joy to the world

Glory to the Lord
Sing it like a lark
Make your song spark
Shine on for Him
Joy to the world

Sing for our Lord
To Jesus the King
Give him all your glory
Make your heart sing
Joy to the world

Shout out your love
For the newborn Jesus
Give Him your best voice
Sing for your Savior
Joy to the world

Up early

I was up early. Blackbirds are a messy lot, aren’t they? Eating the entire cherry tree empty at six in the morning, talk with their mouth full, throwing food at the waitresses and if they get a chance they start a rowdy singalong.

Barmy

I must have been 11 or 12 years old I think when I saw this image in the sky for a split second on my way to school and they said I was one penny short for a pound ‘up there in my piggy bank’ when I told my friends at school that day. Later in life I discovered that is was an F-117A Nighthawk when I saw a documentary on Discovery a few years ago. So there, I wasn’t barmy after all and there are no UFO’s.

Let the light shine through

We have heard it all so many times
The songs, that sing of joy
The stories that were told to us
About this baby boy

Do you believe that long ago
The Christ was born …

So listen, let me tell you this
This Christ was born for you!
Please open up your heart for Him
And let His love come through

Yes listen, let me tell you this
The Christ was born for you!
So open up your heart for Him
And let the light shine through

King of Gossip, Prince of Pain

Your words are thorns of hate that sting,
And never once they speak of Love.
You hurt me with deceitful words,
Compassion ain’t your thing.

You’re King of Gossip, Prince of Pain,
The fruit of hate that is all you want.
You roam a dark world far from God,
The fruit of hate is all you gain.

Today I heard how far you went,
To whom you told your lies.
I traced the story that you spread,
From where it started to the end.

You’re King of Gossip, Prince of Pain,
The fruit of hate that is all you want.
You roam a dark world far from God,
The fruit of hate is all you gain.

Your lying whispers gossip, go on then: Yes! O tell her too. At parties, on the street and in our church. The whispers, gossips, telling tales, the lies, you hurt me and you hate the ones I care for too.

You’re King of Gossip, Prince of Pain.