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Jul 03
A Song
This is one of the few songs (with lyrics) that I actually listen to. First time I heard it, I loved it. If you have a few minutes, it’s well worth your time: Untitled Hymn: Come to Jesus ~ Chris Rice
It’s perfect to fall asleep to. (I could listen to it all night every night)
Jun 28
Wait (poem)
This poem pretty much describes me perfectly right now.
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And the Master so gently said, “Wait.”
“Wait? you say wait?” my indignant reply.
“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I’m claiming your Word.
“My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?
I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go-ahead sign,
Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.
“You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply.”
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied again, “Wait.”
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting for what?”
He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .
and He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.
“I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You’d have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me.
You’d not know the depth of my love for each saint.
You’d not know the power that I give to the faint.
“You’d not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there.
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all you can see.
“You’d never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.
“The glow of my comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.
“You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I’m doing in you.
“So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait.”
May 21
My Favorite Quotes
I happen to like quotes, and I “collect” them (though imo, my collection isn’t very large yet). So, here is my collection. Enjoy.
Mar 28
The Opposite of an Authentic Man
“The Lord above gave man an arm of iron
So he could do his job and never shirk
The Lord above gave man an arm of iron
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
Someone else will do the blinkin’ work
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck you’ll never work)
The Lord above made liquor for temptation
To see if man could turn away from sin
The Lord above made liquor for temptation
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
When temptation comes you’ll give right in
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck you’ll give right in)
Oh you can walk the straight and narrow
But with a little bit of luck you’ll run amok
The gentle sex was made for man t’marry
To share his nest and see his food is cooked
The gentle sex was made for man t’marry
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
You can have it all and not get hooked
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck you won’t get hooked)
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of bloomin’ luck)
The Lord above made man to help his neighbor
No matter where on land or sea or foam
The Lord above made man to help his neighbor
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
WHEN HE COMES AROUND YOU WON’T BE HOME!!
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck you won’t be home)
They’re always throwing goodness at you
But, with a little bit of luck a man can duck
Oh it’s a crime for man to go philanderin’
And fill his wife’s poor heart with grief and doubt
Oh it’s a crime for man to go philanderin’
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
You can see the bloodhound don’t find out
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck she won’t find out)
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of bloomin’ luck)
A man was made to help support his children
Which is the right and proper thing to do
A man was made to help support his children
But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
They’ll go out and start supporting you
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck they’ll work for you)
(He doesn’t have a tuppence in his pocket)
(The poorest bloke you’ll ever hope to meet)
(He doesn’t have a tuppence in his pocket)
(But, with a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck)
(He’ll be movin’ up to Easy Street)
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of luck I’m movin’ up)
(With a little bit, with a little bit)
(With a little bit of bloomin’ luck)”
These are the lyrics to a song titled “With A Little Bit of Luck” from the film “My Fair Lady“.
I recently watched this film and as I listened to the song it struck me that everything in it is exactly the opposite of what every man should be striving for. Instead of work, laziness. Instead of controlling yourself, giving into temptation. Instead of commitment, unfaithfulness. Instead of trying to lend a hand where needed, trying to escape all situations where that might be required. Instead of faithfulness, adultery. Instead of being the provider and caretaker, being the recipient and receiver, making others support you.
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c@rlewatkins
Note: The film did not appear to be condoning any of this behavior, or approving it. However, it did not seem to portray it as something very bad, instead it was presented as something humoris, to come across as rather funny.
Mar 01
My New Favorite Piano Song
While listening on Pandora.com a week or two ago I discovered this beautiful song, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. It’s called “Sanctuary Medley” by Greg Maroney
Here is a link for you: Sanctuary Medley
(Actually, this is a edited version, I don’t care much for the beginning part, so I cut it out)


