Saturday, April 16, 2016
Not Much Going On
We're not very exciting here right now, which is just how we like it! We spent the last two days with some dear friends and attended a surprise birthday party. Got home this evening and are battening down the hatches for the storms that are supposed to roll in tomorrow. They are predicting as much as 5 inches of rain and flooding. Good thing we live on a hill! If we don't have to build an ark for ourselves, the cows and the chickens, I'll be back!
Monday, March 28, 2016
The Easter Bunny Was Here!
We had all of our grands here yesterday and it was a wonderful day! The day started out cold, grey and windy, but by the time church was over, the sun came out and it was great for hunting Easter eggs!
Our grands that live close by: The misses A and Mr. R. The girls picked out their Easter dresses themselves-I thought they did a good job. They are all growing up so fast!
These two are our son's-Mr. H and Mr. C! They live 3 hours away. Wagon rides from Pop (my husband) are the first thing they want when they visit!
The younger ones had fun Easter egging!
It was a great day!
Our grands that live close by: The misses A and Mr. R. The girls picked out their Easter dresses themselves-I thought they did a good job. They are all growing up so fast!
These two are our son's-Mr. H and Mr. C! They live 3 hours away. Wagon rides from Pop (my husband) are the first thing they want when they visit!
The younger ones had fun Easter egging!
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| (He was just as happy with a block of wood as he was an egg!) |
It was a great day!
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Friday, March 25, 2016
It's Friday...
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
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
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