As you turn 50, please think of life on the football field;
That place where goals are meant to guide, as one learns
the grace to yield.
The 50 yard-line on the football field is where the game begins,
So take solace, for God’s put in you a fulness of the power that lies within.
God has a goal in front of you and He’s on your boundary for either end.
As the Author, and Perfecter of your faith, you are passing things to a Friend.
God is also in the huddle, preparing His remarks to you.
So no matter what is thrown your way, His grace will see you through.
When you get tackled in the effort made and feel it’s all your fault,
Remember God’s the shield of faith and He’s blocked the great assault.
And so, my dear Christian brother, at 50 you’ll get in gear.
God is cheering you on in the heavenlies for the victories which are near.
This year is just so very special, and we know where to begin. We’ll park right next to that eternal moment, where our lovely Kay has been.
Refrain
You are my sunshine – my Kay of sunshine.
You brighten us in your own way.
You may not know, Kay, how much we love you.
But we thank God for your sweet birthday.
Our Kay’s retired, but we’re not tired to celebrate her sixty five. She is a gift that has been re-given. And she shines because she’s alive.
Refrain
For Majesty Tabernacle’s Fifth Year Anniversary October 11, 1987
With deep appreciation and sincere love for Al Miller ….. “If A Guy Could”
The question is not, “If a guy could”,
But rather it’s this, “If our Al should”.
Things to be done are quite on his mind.
It’s too bad he’s not more than one of a kind.
“If a guy could” can see a new site,
Can look to the valley and climb to the height.
But “if’s” not the question cause the talent is there.
It’s wondering what time, what time can I spare!
“If a guy could” has so much to do –
He’s working with buildings that never are new.
With landlords that know he’d be good for the hire,
But thinking of that just gets him wired.
The answer is this, if you’re clever like he:
Just go to the golf course and go to the tee.
Will it get done in this reason and rhyme?
It will for it’s all in God’s perfect time!
So when he keeps thinking, “If a guy could”,
Let’s think abut this: What if we would?
For God in His dealings with us as mere men,
Knows that though we were ruined, He made us part of the plan.
So much to do, so much to say –
Would you join me and thank God for THIS GUY today !!!
LOOK to Jesus:
L = Listen carefully; don’t respond out of emotion or pain. Listen with your heart and ears.
O = Only respond when asked and minimize that response.
O = Open your heart to acknowledge your error – let God be concerned with everyone else’s errors.
K = Keep the LAMB in your perspective and die to self.
Let LOVE pave the way.
For God so loved the world…
F = Forgiveness
O = Obeyed
R = Resurrected
He did it all so we could follow Him
There’s a song along life’s journey; its crescendo is delayed.
When changes start to gather in the scales of every day.
Though it’s building to that moment when the music seems complete.
a measure of dull tuning finds a place we must repeat.
Here the notes are full in real time; nothing’s flat or sharp to rise,
for the things that shape our lives and times are to the Sovereign no
surprise.
Thank God for all the rests provided along the upward way, there the
song contains the promise of a better, future day.
Here we find peace within its borders, as composed by God above, and
the music soars in stanzas of the song we know as love.
I remember it well, ’63.
Winter vacation was there just for me.
Excitements abound,
We’re holiday bound.
Nothing could ruin my time off, you see.
It was holiday, ’63.
Seven years old when this happened to me.
All my cartoon shows
Were interrupted, then slow
The riderless horse and caisson I’d see.
Who can forget the veil and the black,
The kiss, salute for dead Jack?
That time nothing was on
Except what has become
The event that knocked us off the track.
It was innocence, ’63.
I was unaware, to its fullest degree.
All that I knew
Was my entertainment was through.
Something happened so dreadfully.
We look back on november, ’63.
For a nation and family we grieve.
After the smile and the wave,
Hope was then blown away.
Of this, we still cannot believe.
The same age as Caroline was I.
I think of her question as “Why?”
What I missed was a show.
What she missed was the whole.
Her future with Daddy did die.
The irony here – it’s this way,
As I recount that horrific day.
While disgusted I got,
That my shows lost their spot.
I should have stayed in then to pray.
They woke to light; we woke to dread.
They scaled the height; our depth we tread.
For them, no hurt; we writhe in pain.
They’ve gained the Son; our dark remains.
New focus clear; our minds begin
To see their place – eternal spin.
The time’s at hand, survey their ground.
What we have lost, Heaven has found.
“Welcome Home” — God’s banner flung in joy,
On March 21st, this glorious Lord’s day.
It waves us on in a victory song,
With His work proudly displayed
We’ve been displaced since the advent time,
When nature was tucked within the snow.
Now spring will lift the blanket’s edge,
And we’ll worship as we go.
We gladly leave the winter place, and return as family
To the spring of life at Living Springs, welling up in victory.
Now we know no flood can drown our hope; no force can move
God’s door.
Like the walls — we’re lively stones held tight in hand
For what God does have in store.
As we enter our restored church today, we are glad we’re
N’er to roam.
The same dove who sent Noah to safe, dry ground,
Through the Spirit says “Welcome Home”.
With wood and nails the place is set to
Form a union there,
And draw all those gathered round-
This hallowed time to share.
The porch serves to connect a home; it’s
Covered entrance bare.
But filled with mercy and love in veiw,
Shows hope beyond compare.
The painted work that has been done will
Greet the guests that come,
Adorning the house that’s been prepared,
For what this home’s become.
It’s attached to our great home on high,
Where there’s another piece of wood.
The nails of Christ kept grace intact,
As heaven knew it would.
With Calvary’s wood and nails in place,
This day can be complete.
God welcomed us into His home-
A real wedding feast.
This painted porch will be the stage for
Love revealed in bloom.
May each one sense the garden host
In nature’s wedding room.
