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.


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. 




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.




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

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