Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. Apr. 1-2-3, 2005

4-1-05 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear, Billie

[JustAmy]

Welcome To....


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Never Forget!





Like a 'Bad Penny'.



Amy's personal guardian ~
the always charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[JustAmy]

I've been trying to play some music but I cannot get my links to work.

Now it is time to get Marissa out of the bathtub and into bed.

I sure hope tomorrow is better. Next week has to be better.

[JustAmy]

Click

[Victoria Delsoul]

Thanks for the cute song, Amy. Next week has to be better for sure.

[international american]

Thanks Amy. This week has been one of melancholy and introspection. Not much to laugh about. Hopefully, next week will be better. Its 7 30 on Saturday night, and I'm about ready for bed : )

[JustAmy]

This week has been one of highs and lows. It is just too bad that the lows outweighed the highs.

Hopefully next week will be a week when we can find something to laugh about.

[international american]

Amen.

[Alamo-Girl]

Thank y'all so much for the beautiful poem and graphic!

[JustAmy]

Good evening, A-G.

You are most welcome.

Hope you are having a lovely weekend.

[Alamo-Girl]

I am! Here's wishing you the best also!

[JustAmy]

4-3-05
Graphic by Billie

Hello Halo

A church that has a halo, must be the nicest place.
To go inside and look for gold, I bet there’s not a trace.
But riches will abound in there, if you know where to look.
A treasure beyond measure is revealed within a book.

A heaven’s sign seems pointed to the place where Heaven’s found.
It’s hard to miss unless your eyes are fixed upon the ground.
Go in and look around and you will come to realize,
There are more treasures here than you can see with just your eyes.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . May 11, 2004
© 2004

[Alamo-Girl]

Thank you so much for this precious poem and graphic!

[JustAmy]

CLICK

Crying In The Chapel

You saw me crying in the chapel.
The tears I shed were tears of joy
I know the meaning of contentment
Now I am happy with the Lord

Just a plain and simple chapel
Where humble people go to pray
I pray the Lord that I'll grow stronger
As I live from day to day

I've searched and I've searched
But I couldn't find
No way on earth
To gain peace of mind

Now I'm happy in the chapel
Where people are of one accord
We gather in the chapel
Just to sing and praise the Lord

Ev'ry sinner looks for something
That will put his heart at ease
There is only one true answer
He must get down on his knees

Meet your neighbor in the chapel
Join with him in tears of joy
You'll know the meaning of contentment
Then you'll be happy with the Lord

You'll search and you'll search
But you'll never find
No way on earth
To gain peace of mind

Take your troubles to the chapel
Get down on your knees and pray
Your burdens will be lighter
And you'll surely find the way

words & music by Arthur Glenn

[JustAmy]

Happy Find A Rainbow Day!

[JustAmy]

Rich Chocolate Mousse


Ingredients:
250 g dark chocolate, broken into small pieces
4 eggs, separated
1 tbsp rum
1 tbsp butter

Method:
Melt the dark chocolate pieces in a double boiler, or in a bowl over hot water. When thoroughly melted, stir in the egg yolks (one at a time), rum and butter.

Whisk the egg whites until stiff and fold them into the chocolate mixture until thoroughly combined.

Spoon into serving dishes and refrigerate for at least 2 hours before serving. Decorate with whipped cream, if desired.

Happy Chocolate Mousse Day!

[snugs]

Happy great lovers day to you all

2 High School Sweethearts

A man who simply adores his wife

[OESY]

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?


-- lyrics by EH Harburg and music by Harold Arlen

[OESY]

Believe in the Power of Your Dreams

Hillary Grounded, 2006

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Sunday!

50 degrees rat now, headin' for around 79 today.

[MeekOneGOP]

Happy Find A Rainbow Day!

Well. Here is one from my back yard last November:

It's not as nice as that one, though. :)

[The Mayor]

April 3, 2005

Cobwebs

Read:
Romans 10:11-17

How shall they believe in Him of whom they have not heard. -Romans 10:14

Bible In One Year: 1 Samuel 29-31

The story is told of a painter who was commissioned to portray a run-down church. But instead of an old, tottering ruin, he painted a magnificent edifice of modern design. Through the windows could be seen an ornate collection box for the gifts of the fashionable worshipers. Above it hung a sign bearing the inscription "For Missions." Sadly, the box was covered in cobwebs.

The church or the individual whose heart and life is not involved in the worldwide proclamation of the gospel is on the way to ruin. We may be engaged in feverish "Christian activity," but our energies are misdirected if the main thrust of God's program for this age goes unattended.

God has so designed His plan of world evangelization that every believer is to be vitally involved. We all should "pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest" (Matthew 9:38).

Some will also hear His personal call to be preachers-otherwise, "how shall they hear?" (Romans 10:14).

Still others will be givers and senders, for "how shall they preach unless they are sent?" (v.15).

Let there be no cobwebs over the cause of world missions because of our lack of concern. -Paul Van Gorder

Lord of harvest, send forth reapers,
Hear us, Lord, to Thee we cry;
Send them now the sheaves to gather,
Ere the harvest time pass by. -Thompson

Untold millions are perishing-untold.

FOR FURTHER STUDY
What About Those Who Have Never Heard?