Friday, May 12, 2006
prayers ~ because I need them ~ and you do too
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the smiling stars to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the watching shepherds to you.
Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you.
(Old Irish Prayer)
You are the peace of all things calm,
You are the place to hide from harm.
You are the light that shines in dark,
You are the heart's eternal spark.
You are the door that's open wide,
You are the guest who waits inside.
You are the light, the truth, the way,
You are my Saviour this very day.
(Celtic Blessing from the First Millennium)
And a song with that...
..........Hands............ ------Jewel-----
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
and not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
and useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn't steal your laughter
and heart ache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
(Wishing it were true ~ Knowing that we're not)
(It is a nice thing to strive to be though - and up to us to let GOD act through our hands... mouths... eyes... minds... hearts...)
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The best portion of a good man's life is the little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
- William Wordsworth
- William Wordsworth
Maybe some of you have heard of this inspirational story too...
It was during the devastating bombings in Europe during World War II
In a small town somewhere, there was a statue of Jesus Christ.
There was also one special little girl in that small town, who looked up to the statue as a symbol of hope for the future...
One day, after a heavy salvo of bombs had been dropped on her town by the enemy, she went out and saw the statue of Jesus fallen and in very bad shape.
The statue's hands and legs were broken.
The little girl started to cry while holding the statue close to her heart...
Or, rather, the remains of the statue
And that was when she heard a voice:
And the voice said "I have no hands; you are my hands...
I have no legs but you are my legs..."
Perhaps Jewel heard of this legend too...
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It was during the devastating bombings in Europe during World War II
In a small town somewhere, there was a statue of Jesus Christ.
There was also one special little girl in that small town, who looked up to the statue as a symbol of hope for the future...
One day, after a heavy salvo of bombs had been dropped on her town by the enemy, she went out and saw the statue of Jesus fallen and in very bad shape.
The statue's hands and legs were broken.
The little girl started to cry while holding the statue close to her heart...
Or, rather, the remains of the statue
And that was when she heard a voice:
And the voice said "I have no hands; you are my hands...
I have no legs but you are my legs..."
Perhaps Jewel heard of this legend too...
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