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Indescribable by Chris Tomlin

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The First of May

I saw this the other day on TV and thought it was beautiful and powerful…

When I was small, and christmas trees were tall,
We used to love while others used to play.
Don’t ask me why, but time has passed us by,
Some one else moved in from far away.

Now we are tall, and christmas trees are small,
And you don’t ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
But guess well cry come first of may.

The apple tree that grew for you and me,
I watched the apples falling one by one.
And I recall the moment of them all,
The day I kissed your cheek and you were mine.


When I was small, and christmas trees were tall,
Do do do do do do do do do…
Don’t ask me why, but time has passed us by,
Some one else moved in from far away.

(Lyrics & Music written by The BeeGees – Maurice, Robin & Barry Gibb)

Posted in Humour, Life, music

Favourite Things

I went to a concert and someone sang a song from the Sound of Music, ‘Favourite Things’. There were a few changes to the words, so here’s the new song.

 Wondrous Things

Maalox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
These are a few of my favourite things. 
 Cadillacs and cataracts and hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favourite things. 
When the pipes leak,
When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favourite things,
And then I don’t feel so bad.
Hot tea and crumpets, and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heat pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favourite things. 
Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinnin,
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinin,
And we won’t mention our short shrunken frames,
When we remember our favourite things. 
When the joints ache, when the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I’ve had,
And then I don’t feel so bad.
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Posted in Book, Christmas, Church of England, Jesus, Love, prayer


I was searching for something today and read this and thought it was worth sharing…

There is an old Christian tradition
that God sends each person into this world
with a special message to deliver,
with a special song to sing for others,
with a special act of love to bestow.
No one else can speak my message,
or sing my song,
or offer my act of love.
These are entrusted only to me.

John Powell, Invitations God’s Calling for Everyone Francis Dewer (The Cromwell Press, 1996) p9.

Posted in Advent, Christmas, music

Twelve Days of Christmas

The original twelve day’s of Christmas was written to convey the Christian message, it is a very interesting carol and originated as a Hebrew hymn, which begins, “In those twelve days …” The hymn was originally arranged as a dialogue between cantor and choir. Each of the verses was repeated in a similar way to those of a  nursery rhyme, “This is the house that Jack built.” In the Middle Ages, the song was rewritten in Latin with Christian images.

A partridge in a pear tree – said to symbolise Jesus Christ.
Two turtle doves – the Old and the New Testaments.
Three French hens – the Christian virtues of faith, hope and charity.
Four colly birds – the four Gospels, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
Five gold rings – the first five books of the Old Testament.
Six geese a laying – the six days of creation.
Seven swans a-swimming – the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit.
Eight maids a-milking – the eight Beatitudes.
Nine ladies dancing – the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit.
Ten lords a-leaping – the Ten Commandments.
Eleven pipers piping – the eleven faithful disciples.
Twelve drummers drumming – the twelve points of belief in the Apostles’ Creed.