Saturday, April 4, 2015
Friday, April 3, 2015
It's Friday, but Sunday's Coming
It’s Friday
Jesus is praying
Peter’s a sleeping
Judas is betraying
But Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday
Pilate’s struggling
The council is conspiring
The crowd is vilifying
They don’t even know
That Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday
The disciples are running
Like sheep without a shepherd
Mary’s crying
Peter is denying
But they don’t know
That Sunday’s a comin’
It’s Friday
The Romans beat my Jesus
They robe him in scarlet
They crown him with thorns
But they don’t know
That Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday
See Jesus walking to Calvary
His blood dripping
His body stumbling
And his spirit’s burdened
But you see, it’s only Friday
Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday
The world’s winning
People are sinning
And evil’s grinning
It’s Friday
The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands
To the cross
They nail my Savior’s feet
To the cross
And then they raise him up
Next to criminals
It’s Friday
But let me tell you something
Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday
The disciples are questioning
What has happened to their King
And the Pharisees are celebrating
That their scheming
Has been achieved
But they don’t know
It’s only Friday
Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday
He’s hanging on the cross
Feeling forsaken by his Father
Left alone and dying
Can nobody save him?
Ooooh
It’s Friday
But Sunday’s comin’
It’s Friday
The earth trembles
The sky grows dark
My King yields his spirit
It’s Friday
Hope is lost
Death has won
Sin has conquered
and Satan’s just a laughin’
It’s Friday
Jesus is buried
A soldier stands guard
And a rock is rolled into place
But it’s Friday
It is only Friday
Sunday is a comin’!
-S.M. Lockridge
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Middle Aged Nursery Rhymes For the Not Too Faint of Heart
(First published on Wordpress March 12, 2012)
Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean....actually Mr. Sprat would eat no carbs, but seemingly all the fat he wanted and still lost over 10lbs. Mrs. Sprat, however, was told by her doctor to avoid bread, saturated fats and sugar. She lost only 2lbs-one of which she gained back. Mrs. Sprat is not a happy camper.
Where O where has my little mind gone, O where O where can it be...?
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, If Jack jumps over anything, much less a candle stick, he will probably jump over to the chiropractor's office tomorrow.
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town-upstairs, downstairs in his nightgown; rapping at the window, crying at the lock, "why are my grandparents asleep in front of the TV? It's only 8 o'clock?
Little Bo Peep has lost her glasses and can't tell where to find them-leave her alone and she'll eventually figure out that they're on top of her head.
The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor robin do then, Poor thing? she'll sit in a barn, And keep herself warm with a nice toasty hot flash.
Hey-they don't call her OLD Mother Goose for nothing!
Friday, March 20, 2015
Monday, March 16, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Just Could Not Resist...
...posting one of grandson #3's two month old pictures!
Not that we're prejudiced or anything, but we think he's pretty stinkin' cute!
Sunday, March 1, 2015
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69 years ago today, I was born at 1:27 am. My mom got to the hospital at 1 am. Cutting it a little close! Today, my sweet husband took me ...
