Relaxation
The Christian
SDAH388 – Don’t Forget the Sabbath
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Don’t forget the Sabbath, The Lord our God hath blest, Of all the week the brightest, Of all the week the best; It brings repose from labor, It tells of joy divine, Its beam of light descending, With heavenly beauty shine.
Refrain
Welcome, welcome,
Ever welcome,
Blessed Sabbath day,
Welcome, welcome,
Ever welcome,
Blessed Sabbath day.
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Keep the Sabbath holy, And worship Him today, Who said to His desciple, “I am the living way;” And if we meekly follow our Savior here below, He’ll give us of the fountain Whose streams eternal flow.
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Day of sacred pleasure! It golden hours we’ll spend In thankful hymns to Jesus, The children’s dear Friend; O gentle loving, Savior, How good and kind Thou art, How precious is Thy promise To dwell in every heart!
Happy sabbath God’s children.
Unchristened
A time to rest
As evening draws near
The body waits in anticipation
Rest arrives
It seems every motion ceases
As the soft caressing breeze
Wraps, runs over and lifts
The trees dance and flips their hair
Tweeting or chirping
which ever is heard
And the bones longs to lay
And watch the sky’s motion
Fiery red strokes, dark blues
and nameless colours sweep across
Setting sun, stars and moon
join the scenery
Bones turn subtle
As heavy cloak falls away
Slipped off by windy hands
And rest settles down
Face lines
Lines run along the forehead
Creased, short , and in steps
Eraser lost or forgotten
Wasn’t meant to be yet
Not at 30
But forever stress and unrest
Dabbed, scribbled and crafted
At the face of 30, 70 is beheld
What will 70 look like
Will it even get there
Believe in God’s promises
I hope our candle of hope will not be diminished and if it’s ever going out take His words as a match and let your candle light on for ourselves and others to see better.
Have a wonderful day!
A morning sky
Life Relay
At inception the young mouth
clung to the nipples
With time hands aided and
waited to be given
Acceptable to lay tender head
on solid thighs
Later growth came and the
tree stood waiting to be worked on
till the fruits come down
now for the no longer solid
but wrinkled thighs
That’s what it’s meant to be
The grown with hope set out
to conquer and make a banquet
To the tree
Then the wind struck
almost like whips of cane
The rain a thousand pebbles pour down
The sun blazing red like hot coals
Jagged mountains arise
The grown trudge on
To feed self and the beloved old
