THE ANGELS

I WANT TO BE AN ANGEL,

AND WITH THE ANGELS STAND,

A CROWN UPON MY FOREHEAD,

A HARP WITHIN MY HAND;

THERE, BEFORE MY SAVIOUR,

SO GLORIOUS AND SO BRIGHT,

I WAKE THE SWEETEST MUSIC,

AND PRAISE HIM DAY AND NIGHT.

 I NEVER SHOULD BE WEARY,

NOR EVER SHED A TEAR,

NEVER KNOW A SORROW,

BUT BLESSED, PURE AND HOLY,

I'D DWELL IN JESUS' SIGHT

AND WITH TEN THOUSAND ANGELS;

PRAISE BOTH DAY AND NIGHT.

I KNOW I'M WEAK AND SINFUL,

BUT JESUS WILL FORGIVE,

FOR MANY OF HIS CHILDREN

HAVE GONE TO HEAVEN TO LIVE.

DEAR SAVIOUR WHEN I LANGUISH,

AND LAY ME DOWN TO DIE,

OH SEND A SHINING ANGEL

TO GUIDE ME TO THE SKY.

UNKNOWN

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In sorrows, Lord, I'll try to see,

Your gentle, loving hand,

With wisdom guiding me

Unto the promised Land

Through the curtained future, Lord

be this my prayer, my plea,

That it may bring me closer still,

Dear Lord, to thee.

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"God respects not the arithmetic of of our prayers, how many there are; nor rhetoric of our payers, how elegant they are; nor the music our our prayers, how melodious they are, how methodical they are; but the sincerity of of our prayers, how heart-sprung they are-Amen"

My front yard looks like a yellow carpet in spite of cleaning it up on Saturday and the tree isn't half done in shedding it's summer coat of falling leaves...ah, but they are so pretty!

I guess I have been lazy today.  I washed some dark cloths, some dishes, went to get my medicine and then to the Chinese Buffet.  I am always amazed how people mound their plates and then go back for more.  After any meal I get sleepy so I came home and took a nap; Zzz.

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