Psalm 32:1 " Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered.
Psalm 103:1 " Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name!
"My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought
My sin not in part but the whole
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh my soul,
And Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight
And the clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul"
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
~Sunday~
Hello everybody, Today is Sunday, A day of rest, encouragement and worship. My family and I are going to church and then later my mother and I are going to see the Oregon Symphony in which my Violin teacher is playing in!!! I am very excited to hear her and the orchestra play! :) I have been very busy, especially this week. I have a Violin and swimming lesson on Tuesdays, and a swimming lesson on Thursday, I clean for my Grandmother on Fridays and yesterday I went to see "The Sound of Music". I used to have NCFCA Apologetics and Orchestra but that is over for the summer.Well, I hope everybody is doing well out there! :0 And I promise to post again soon!
Emma
Emma
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The Brook
"I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, and sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down, or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, and half a hundred bridges.
'Till last by Phillips farm I flow, to join the brimming river, for men may come and men may go , but I go on forever.
I chatter over stony ways, in little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret by many a field and fallow, and many a fairy foreland set, with willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow to join the brimming river, for men may come and men may go but I go on forever.
I wind about , in and out, with here a blossom sailing, and here and there a lusty trout, and here and there a grayling.
And here and there a foamy flake upon me,as I travel, with many a silvery water-break above the golden gravel.
By thirty hills I hurry down, or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, and half a hundred bridges.
'Till last by Phillips farm I flow, to join the brimming river, for men may come and men may go , but I go on forever.
I chatter over stony ways, in little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret by many a field and fallow, and many a fairy foreland set, with willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow to join the brimming river, for men may come and men may go but I go on forever.
I wind about , in and out, with here a blossom sailing, and here and there a lusty trout, and here and there a grayling.
And here and there a foamy flake upon me,as I travel, with many a silvery water-break above the golden gravel.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots that grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, among my skimming swallows;I make the netted sunbeams dance against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars, in brambly wildernesses;I linger by my shingly bars, I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow, to join the brimming river, for men may come and men may go but i go on forever."
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, among my skimming swallows;I make the netted sunbeams dance against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars, in brambly wildernesses;I linger by my shingly bars, I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow, to join the brimming river, for men may come and men may go but i go on forever."
~Tennyson~
Sunday, January 31, 2010
The Lady of Shalott
"There she weaves by night and day a sacred web with colors gay. And moving through a window clear that stands before her all the year, young lads of the world appear, there she sees the highway near, winding down to Camelot. There the river eddy whirls, and the surly village churls and the red cloaks of market girls pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, an abbot on an ambling pad, sometimes a curly shepherd lad or long- haired page in crimson clad goes by to Camelot. And sometimes through the window blue the knights come riding two by two. She hath no loyal knight and true the Lady of Shalott."
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