THEN SINGS MY SOUL: WONDERFUL, MERCIFUL SAVIOR

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Wonderful, Merciful Savior Sung by Selah Wonderful, merciful Savior Precious Redeemer and Friend Who would have thought that a Lamb Could rescue the souls of men Oh you rescue the souls of men Counselor, Comforter, Keeper Spirit we long to embrace You offer hope when our hearts have Hopelessly lost the way Oh, we’ve hopelessly lost the way You are the One that we praise You are the One we adore You give the healing and grace Our hearts always hunger for Oh, our hearts always hunger for Almighty, infinite Father Faithfully loving Your own Here in our weakness You find us Falling before Your throne Oh, we’re falling before Your throne

FRIDAY FUNNIES: TWO OLD MEN

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Milt and Sam, two elderly friends, met in the park every day to feed the pigeons, watch the squirrels, and discuss world problems.

One day Milt didn’t show up..  Sam didn’t think much about it and figured maybe he had a cold or something.  But after Milt hadn’t shown up for a week or so, Sam really got worried.  However, since the only time they ever got together was at the park, Sam didn’t know exactly where Milt lived, so he was unable to find out what had happened to him.

A month passed, and Sam figured he had seen the last of Milt, but one day, Sam approached the park and — lo and behold! – there sat Milt!   Sam was very excited and happy to see him and told him so.  Then he said, ‘For crying out loud Milt, what in the world happened to you?’

Milt replied, ‘I’ve been in jail.’

‘Jail?’ cried  Sam.  ‘What in the world for?’

‘Well,’ Milt  said, ‘You know Alexis, that cute little blonde waitress at the coffee shop where I sometimes go?’

‘Yeah,’ said Sam, ‘I remember her.  What about her?’

‘Well, one day she filed rape charges against me, and at 89 years old, I  was so proud that when I got into court, I pled ‘guilty.’

‘The damn judge gave me 30 days for perjury.’

THEN SINGS MY SOUL: ALL MY TEARS

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All My Tears Sung by Selah When I die don’t cry for me In my father’s arms I’ll be The wounds this world left on my soul Will all be healed and I’ll be whole Sun and moon will be replaced With the light of jesus face And I will not be ashamed For my saviour knows my name It don’t matter where you bury me I’ll be home and I’ll be free It don’t matter where I lay All my tears be washed away Gold and silver blind the eye Temporary riches light Come and eat from Heavens store Come and drink, and thirst no more So weep not for me my friend When my time below does end For my life belongs to Him Who will raise the dead again It don’t matter, where you bury me I’ll be home and I’ll be free It don’t matter, where I lay All my tears be washed away It don’t matter, they’re washed away It don’t matter, they’re washed away It don’t matter, they’re washed away Yeah, yeah, yeah It don’t matter where you bury me Yeah, yeah, yeah They’re washed away They’re washed away

FRIDAY FUNNIES: THIMBLES AND HUSBANDS

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One day, when a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river, her thimble fell into the river. When she cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, “My dear child, why are you crying?” The seamstress replied that her thimble had fallen into the water and that she needed it to help her husband in making a living for their family.

The Lord dipped His hand into the water and pulled up a golden thimble set with sapphires. “Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked. The seamstress replied, “No.”

The Lord again dipped into the river. He held out a golden thimble studded with rubies. “Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked. Again, the seamstress replied, “No.”

The Lord reached down again and came up with a leather thimble. “Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked. The seamstress replied, “Yes.”

The Lord was pleased with the woman’s honesty and gave her all three thimbles to keep, and the seamstress went home happy.

Some years later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the riverbank, and her husband fell into the river and disappeared under the water. When she cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked her, “Why are you crying?” “Oh Lord, my husband has fallen into the river!”

The Lord went down into the water and came up with George Clooney. “Is this your husband?” the Lord asked. “Yes,” cried the seamstress.

The Lord was furious. “You lied! That is an untruth!”

The seamstress replied, “Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said ‘no’ to George Clooney, you would have come up with Brad Pitt. Then if I said ‘no’ to him, you would have come up with my husband. Had I then said ‘yes,’ you would have given me all three. Lord, I’m not in the best of health and would not be able to take care of all three husbands, so THAT’S why I said ‘yes’ to George Clooney.

And so the Lord let her keep him.

The moral of this story is: Whenever a woman lies, it’s for a good and honorable reason, and in the best interest of others.

THEN SINGS MY SOUL: DREAM ON

Dream On
Sung by Larnelle Harris

When Joseph was a little boy
He was driven by his dreams
God spoke to him
Told him He had chosen him
When others didn’t understand
Joseph still believed
And trusted Him
Trusted and was willing to

Dream on
When the world just didn’t believe
God had promised never to leave him alone
Dream on
Follow hope wherever it leads
For in the seed of dreams
There’s promise of the dawn
Dare to listen for the music
Keep on following the star
Morning can’t be far dream on

Now there’s no valley deep enough
That He can’t lead you through
He’ll walk with you
Walk the precious roads with you
No mountain ever rose so high
That you can’t climb with Him
And then stand up tall
Stand and look down on it all

Dream on
When the world just doesn’t believe
God had promised never to leave you alone
Dream on
Follow hope wherever it leads
For in the seed of dreams
There’s promise of the dawn
Dare to listen for the music
Keep on following the star
Morning can’t be far
Dare to listen for the music
Keep on following the star
Morning can’t be far
Dream on
Dream on