Deep Blue Sea

"Sit down young children, on my sandy shore...I am the deep blue sea....
I have a story for every boy and girl who will listen to me......

See, I was born in a thunderstorm, and as a raindrop I felt so free...
'Til I was taken from the river I loved...She was like a mother to me....

It's true my waters are fraught with danger, but I need you to believe...
That I have never hurt an honest sailor or battered your homes with my seas.....

Gusts from the North Wind, gusts from the South Wind.. .gusts from the West and from the East....
They trespass on me, they raise my fury. They make me foam and they make me boil...

I have a friend....One that I love. Her name is the Moon...she holds me close.
When she gets thirsty, I let her drink... When morning comes, I lay her back down to sleep...

You may ask, child, how old I am, well I'm as old as there is time...
Anchors have scarred my deep blue heart, and the whalemen robbed me blind...


End times are 'comin... I will give up all these souls that I have hid...


And in the firelight, I will return to the place I did begin....




I have a friend, one that I love..... her name is the Moon...she holds me close...


When she gets thirsty, I let her drink...when morning comes, I lay her back down to sleep...." Song by Mark Mathis that I love!

A Rolling Stone

A Rolling Stone


"There's sunshine in the heart of me,
My blood sings in the breeze;
The mountains are a part of me,
I'm fellow to the trees.
My golden youth I'm squandering,
Sun-libertine am I;
A-wandering, a-wandering,
Until the day I die.

I was once, I declare, a Stone-Age man,
And I roomed in the cool of a cave;
I have known, I will swear, in a new life-span,
The fret and the sweat of a slave:
For far over all that folks hold worth,
There lives and there leaps in me
A love of the lowly things of earth,
And a passion to be free.

To pitch my tent with no prosy plan,
To range and to change at will;
To mock at the mastership of man,
To seek Adventure's thrill.
Carefree to be, as a bird that sings;
To go my own sweet way;
To reck not at all what may befall,
But to live and to love each day.

To make my body a temple pure
Wherein I dwell serene;
To care for the things that shall endure,
The simple, sweet and clean.
To oust out envy and hate and rage,
To breathe with no alarm;
For Nature shall be my anchorage,
And none shall do me harm.

To shun all lures that debauch the soul,
The orgied rites of the rich;
To eat my crust as a rover
must
With the rough-neck down in the ditch.
To trudge by his side whate'er betide;
To share his fire at night;
To call him friend to the long trail-end,
And to read his heart aright.

To scorn all strife, and to view all life
With the curious eyes of a child;
From the plangent sea to the prairie,
From the slum to the heart of the Wild.
From the red-rimmed star to the speck of sand,
From the vast to the greatly small;
For I know that the whole for good is planned,
And I want to see it all.

To see it all, the wide world-way,
From the fig-leaf belt to the Pole;
With never a one to say me nay,
And none to cramp my soul.
In belly-pinch I will pay the price,
But God! let me be free;
For once I know in the long ago,
They made a slave of me.

In a flannel shirt from earth's clean dirt,
Here, pal, is my calloused hand!
Oh, I love each day as a rover may,
Nor seek to understand.
To enjoy is good enough for me;
The gipsy of God am I;
Then here's a hail to each flaring dawn!
And here's a cheer to the night that's gone!
And may I go a-roaming on
Until the day I die!

Then every star shall sing to me
Its song of liberty;
And every morn shall bring to me
Its mandate to be free.
In every throbbing vein of me
I'll feel the vast Earth-call;
O body, heart and brain of me
Praise Him who made it all!"

By: Robert William Service

A Disciple's Renewal

Unknown Author:

"O My Saviour,

Help me,
I am slow to learn,

so prone to forget,

so weak to climb;

I am in the foothills when I should be on the heights;

I am pained by my graceless heart,
my prayerless days,
my poverty of love,
my sloth in the heavenly race,
my sullied conscience,
my wasted hours,
my unspent opportunities.

I am blind while light shines around me:
take the scales from my eyes,
grind to dust the evil heart of unbelief.

Make it my chiefest joy to study thee,
meditate on thee,
gaze on thee,
sit like Mary at thy feet,
lean like John on thy breast,
appeal like Peter to thy love,
count like Paul all things dung.

Give me increase and progress in grace so that there may be
more decision in my character,
more vigour in my purposes,
more elevation in my life,
more fervour in my devotion,
more constancy in my zeal.

As I have a position in the world,
keep me from making the world my position;

May I never seek in the creature
what can be found only in the Creator;

Let not faith cease from seeking thee
until it vanishes into sight.

Ride fourth in me, thou King of kings, and Lord of lords,
that I may live victoriously,
and in victory attain my end. "

Heaven on Earth

Whites and Bright, Pure and Keen

No Shady sight. Not one –

Soul to Fret. Meadows, Streams,

Flowers sing! It is done!

No ear has heard, no eye

Has ever Seen, no mind

Has Known. They say Get By.

Your Journey’s end will find:

Truth; Dignity; Praise; Bliss.

Joyous Laughter; Holy Kiss.

Life’s Desire all along

To me this can Belong.

Must I deny my flesh,

My Mortal self each day?

Or, that you take me now

And then you show me how.

But this is Your day.

Here, you’ve taught me to Fight

Through your Glorious Might

Neither Way shall I sway.

I know there’s work still left.

You’re waiting patiently

Wishing each Soul be kept.

To you I pray each Day

Let your Word come to Life

Oh that I may Savor

And behold your Goodness

And know my Place with Thee

While I’m here let it be

Heaven on Earth: My Plea.

Give me this Way of Life

The Revelation Word.