Of the Week

And the four beasts . . . rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come. And when those beasts give glory and honour and thanks to him that sat on the throne, who liveth for ever and ever, the four and twenty elders fall down before him that sat on the throne, and worship him that liveth for ever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne, saying, Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.

Happy birthdays to  Mom, Adriana, and Uncle Adrian! And a merry Christmas to all. "In sweet accordancy of praise and love, The singing waters run; And sunset mountains wear in light above The smile of duty done; Sure stands the promise,—ever to the meek A heritage is given; Nor lose they Earth who, single-hearted, seek The righteousness of Heaven!" John Greenleaf Whittier

daily reading: 2 chapters per day Testaments: Old Testament once, New Testament twice left column: Genesis-Job, Isaiah-Malachi right column: New Testament, Psalms-Song of Solomon, New Testament memorization: 1 Corinthians 13 (during last nine days of 2015) "The law of the Lord is perfect, converting the soul: the testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple. The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes. The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring for ever: the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether. More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb. Moreover by them is thy servant warned: and in keeping of them there is great reward." Psalm 19:7-11

"No story so divine" Words: Samuel Crossman Published: 1664 Singer: Fernando Ortega Album: Night of Your Return Date: 1995 These are Crossman's words.  Some words and phrases are edited in Ortega's version of the song. My song is love unknown, My Savior’s love to me; Love to the loveless shown, That they might lovely be. O who am I, that for my sake My Lord should take, frail flesh and die? He came from His blest throne Salvation to bestow; But men made strange, and none The longed for Christ would know: But O! my Friend, my Friend indeed, Who at my need His life did spend. Sometimes they strew His way, And His sweet praises sing; Resounding all the day Hosannas to their King: Then "Crucify!" is all their breath, And for His death they thirst and cry. Why, what hath my Lord done? What makes this rage and spite? He made the lame to run, He gave the blind their sight, Sweet injuries! Yet they at these Themselves displea

Prince of Peace, control my will; Bid this struggling heart be still; Bid my fears and doubtings cease; Hush my spirit into peace. Thou hast bought me with Thy blood, Opened wide the gate to God; Peace I ask; but peace must be, Lord, in being one with Thee. May Thy will, not mine, be done; May Thy will and mine be one; Chase these doubtings from my heart; Now Thy perfect peace impart. Savior, at Thy feet I fall; Thou my life, my God, my all! Let Thy happy servant be One for evermore with Thee! "Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace,  whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.  Trust ye in the LORD for ever: for in the LORD JEHOVAH is everlasting strength" Isaiah 26:3-4