Thursday, December 05, 2024

120524 Covid... I Live a poem by Cecelia Weir

Covid… I Live

You may can take me

From my father or my mother

My sister or my brother

My aunts and uncles

And even my loving cousins

But you cannot take me from... my God.

The pains the fever

The fewer visits from friends

To skip church or to lose my job

Just more reasons until the end

To depend upon the written word

Of... my God.

You devastate time and hinder progress

But you cannot stop the future

You stop kids from going to school

But still stands is the golden rule

And the devoted divine promises

Of... my God.

Though loss of family

Poor health and no job

No church or no school

And still, you're not in charge

For everything is in the merciful hands

Of my Savior and... my God.

And should the day come

When I close my eyes in death

Even then still shall I rise

Far above the clouds of storm

Out of your reach beyond your sunset

And live eternally with... my God.

- Cecelia Weir

 

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A Word…

What a fool says

Comes out of the mouth.

What the wise expresses

Comes from the heart.

 

What a fool does

Generates confusion.

What the wise executes

Transpires peace.

 

A word speaks altitude

A word speaks momentum.

A deed speaks attitude

A deed speaks integrity.

- Cecelia Weir

 

 

Not So Silent Night

 

Christmas with REO SPEEDWAGON

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZEtPBf_Yz4

 

 


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