THEN SINGS MY SOUL: LOOK FOR ME AT JESUS’ FEET

Look For Me at Jesus’ Feet
sung by the Booth Brothers
Lyrics found at allthelyrics.com

Look For Me At Jesus Feet

I

IF I LEAVE THIS WORLD OF SORROW
SOMETIME BEFORE YOU DO
JUST LOOK FOR ME IN HEAVEN
AND WE’LL TALK THE LONG AGES THROUGH
BUT IF AT FIRST YOU FAIL TO SEE ME
LET ME TELL YOU WHERE I’LL BE
THANKING CHRIST MY SAVIOR
FOR SAVING A WRETCH LIKE ME.

II

BUT IF YOU SHOULD REACH THAT CITY
BEFORE MY TIME HAS COME
PERHAPS YOU’D LIKE TO GREET
WHEN MY RACE DOWN HERE IS RUN
JUST WAIT FOR I’LL SOON BE COMING
ACROSS LIFE’S MISTIC SEA
I’LL TELL YOU NOW MY BROTHER
JUST WHERE TO WAIT FOR ME.

CHORUS
DON’T WAIT NEAR THE GATES OF PEARL
DON’T WAIT ON THE STREETS OF GOLD
DON’T WAIT BY THE WALLS OF JASPER
NOR AMONG THE MANY SITES UNTOLD
FOR THE PRECIOUS HOLY ONE TO SEE
AND THERE I’LL BE THROUGH THE COUNTLESS AGES
WAIT FOR ME AT JESUS’ FEET.


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CHRISTMAS SPIRIT AWARD 2008

Thank you to ~hon~ for giving me the Christmas Spirit Award.

These are the rules for this award:

“You must be a true Christmas lover to receive this award. The person to whom you give the award must also be in love with Christmas. Link back to the person who gave you the award. List 5 things that you love about Christmas. If you can’t limit it to 5 things, then keep going till you run out of space! Pass the award along to as many people as you like. That can be 1 or 50. It’s up to you! But keep the Christmas cheer going! Let your recipients know that you have tagged them by leaving them a comment. Also, link back to the person who gave you the award.”

  • The most important thing about Christmas is the reminder that God loved us so much he sent Jesus to us.
  • It is always great to see family members that we only see about once a year.
  • Going to “The Kid’s” place for Christmas dinner and not having to cook is neat for me.
  • Being reminded of Christmases past with those who are no longer with us is a good thing.
  • I used to get tired of the Christmas Carols and tv shows after a couple of days. Now I am enjoying Christmas movies and listening to the carols, especially “Mary, Did You Know?.” I can listen to it over and over.

Now I’m going to break the rules by not directly passing this on to anyone. But if you’re a Christmas Lover, please grab it and leave me a link to your list.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE ! !

FRUGAL WAYS ON THE FARM: LAUNDRY

When I was growing up on the farm, we had three sets of clothes:

  • Our Sunday clothes – the newest ones that we only wore to church and other dress up occasions. Of course, we weren’t allowed to be rowdy and get dirty at church, so we took them off as soon as we returned home and hung them back up.
  • Our School clothes – the ones that were our Sunday clothes previously.
  • Our Every-Day clothes – the ones that used to be our School clothes, a little worn, a little faded but still had plenty of wear left in them. These were only worn at home.

When we first moved to the farm, we didn’t have electricity or a washing machine. So even though I don’t remember it, I’m sure my Mom did the laundry in a wash tub using a rub board and her homemade lye soap.

The water had to be carried from the well or the branch near the house and heated for laundry day, which was once a week. Whether washed by hand or in the wringer washer, all the clothes had to be hung on the lines to dry. Mom never owned a clothes dryer.

Before we had electricity, the ironing was done with the sad irons. [We still have Mom’s sad irons.] In my pre-teens, I started doing all of the family ironing, which included pillowcases, table scarves, and all the clothes for 4 of us [except underwear]. By then, we had an electric iron. I enjoyed ironing, especially if it got me out of mopping the floor or washing dishes. The Faultless starch always made our clothes look nice.

Back then, our frugal ways were not a choice, but a necessity.

LOCAL POLICE REPORTS

These are actual police reports published in our local weekly newspaper:

  • A woman advised that her mail carrier had yelled at her on the previous day about her allowing people to hunt on her land and how it was scaring off the elk. She said that the man said he worked for the conservation department and that he was going to turn her in to the sheriff’s department. She also said that he threatened to shoot her dogs.
  • A caller advised of a property-line dispute and that his neighbor had painted all of the caller’s fence purple.

Small town news is great!

THEN SINGS MY SOUL: FOR THOSE TEARS I DIED

I love this song sung by Donnie Sumner.

For Those Tears I Died
Words and Music by Marsha J. and Russ Stevens
© 1972 Communique Music, Inc.

You said you’d come and share all my sorrows
You said you’d be there for all my tomorrows
I came so close to sending you away,
But just like you promised, you came here to stay
I just had to pray

Chorus:
And Jesus said
“Come to the water, stand by my side
I know you are thirsty, you won’t be denied
I felt every tear drop, when in darkness you
cried, and I strove to remind you,
It’s for those tears I died”

Your goodness so great, I can’t understand it
And dear Lord I know now that all this was planned
I know You’re here now and always will be
Your love loosened my chains, and in You I’m free
But Jesus why me?

Chorus:
And Jesus said
“Come to the water, stand by my side
I know you are thirsty, you won’t be denied
I felt every tear drop, when in darkness you
cried, and I strove to remind you,
It’s for those tears I died”

Jesus I give You, my heart and my soul
I know now without God, I’ll never be whole
Savior, You opened all the right doors
And I thank You and praise You from earth’s humble shores
Take me I’m Yours.

Chorus:
And Jesus said
“Come to the water, stand by my side
I know you are thirsty, you won’t be denied
I felt every tear drop, when in darkness you
cried, and I strove to remind you,
It’s for those tears I died”

Lyrics found at HEAVENLY MIDIS SONGBOOK

FRIDAY FUNNIES: THE PREACHER’S STORY

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Friday Funnies is sponsored by Homesteader’s Heart.

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A Young Preacher’s Story:

When I was a young minister, a funeral director asked me to hold a grave side service for a homeless man with no family or friends. The funeral was to be at a cemetery way out in the country. This was a new cemetery and this man was the first to be laid to rest there.

I was not familiar with the area and became lost. Being a typical man, of course, I did not ask for directions. I finally found the cemetery about an hour late. The back hoe was there and the crew was eating their lunch. The hearse was nowhere to be seen.

I apologized to the workers for being late. As I looked into the open grave, I saw the vault lid already in place. I told the workers I would not keep them long, but that this was the proper thing to do. The workers, still eating their lunch, gathered around the opening.

I was young and enthusiastic and poured out my heart and soul as I preached. The workers joined in with, “Praise the Lord,” “Amen,” and “Glory!” I got so into the service that I preached and preached and preached, from Genesis to The Revelation.

When the service was over, I said a prayer and walked to my car. As I opened the door, I heard one of the workers say, “I never saw anything like that before and I’ve been putting in septic systems for twenty years.”