Posted on 03/23/2005 8:15:17 PM PST by Ohioan from Florida
Day 5 going into Day 6 of no food or water for Terri.
Affidavit of William Polk Cheshire, Jr., M.D., M.A., F.A.A.N., who Examined Terri Schiavo on 3/23/05:
http://www.nationalreview.com/pdf/Affidavit.pdf
Florida DCF files petition for intervention:
http://www.nationalreview.com/pdf/Petition%20for%20Intervention%20in%20Schiavo%20Case.pdf
AH ha............bless you Faith.
Lord, we ask that you send in your angels of mercy right now to Terri! Right now GOD! Hold onto her! Don't let her go! Keep her alive, Lord we beg you! Lord, We ask you to be with judge Whittemore tonight in making any decisions for Terri that he will see the injustice and stop it. God we ask for this miracle, AMEN!
A M E N!!!!!!
I posted immediately...guess the receptionist didn't really know the truth. I'm sick!!!
What a great joke. Thanks for sharing it.
Here, I'll give you guys a Hebrew lesson! :-D Halle (with an accent mark on the e) means praise or promotion. L' means to. Yah means God. So actually, it's halle l'Ya!
((((((((((nanetteclaret))))))))))) There's a sweet sweet spirit in this place,
And I know that it's the spirit of the Lord,
A lot of the old hymns ought to be used more...
another beautiful hymn
God bless you, Joanna! We are happy you are with us and praising God for all that He is doing.
This is good, what we do. Here is my favorite. it has a haunting melody.
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/h/i/hisvoice.htm
His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet, is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet, the air is perfumed with His breath.
His lips as the fountain of righteousness flow, that waters the garden of grace,
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know, and bask in the smiles of His face.
O! Thou in Whose presence my soul takes delight, on Whom in affliction I call;
My Comfort by day, and my Song in the night, my Hope, my Salvation, my All—
Where dost Thou at noontide resort with Thy sheep, to feed on the pastures of love?
Say, why in the valley of death should I weep, or ’lone in the wilderness rove?
O! why should I wander an alien from thee, and cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, and smile at the tears I have shed.
Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen the Star that on Israel shone?
Say if in your tents my Belovèd hath been, and where, with His flock, is He gone?
“What is thy Belovèd, thou dignified fair? What excellent beauties hath He?
His charms and perfections be pleased to declare, that we may embrace Him with thee.”
This is my Belovèd, His form is divine; His vestments shed odor around;
The locks on His head are as grapes on the vine, when autumn with plenty is crowned.
The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow in the vales, on the banks of the streams
On His cheeks in the beauty of excellence blow; His eyes are as quivers of beams.
His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet, the air is perfumed with His breath.
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Savior shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I'll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing through the air,
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!
Only in Thee, O Savior mine,
Dwelleth my soul in peace divine,
Peace that the world, though all combine,
Never can take from me.
Pleasures of earth, so seemingly sweet,
Fail at the last my longings to meet;
Only in Thee my bliss is complete,
Only, dear Lord, in Thee!
Only in Thee a radiance bright,
Shines like a beacon in the night,
Guiding my pilgrim bark aright,
Over life’s trackless sea.
Only in Thee, when troubles molest,
When with temptation I am oppressed,
There is a sweet pavilion of rest,
Only, dear Lord, in Thee!
Only in Thee, when days are drear,
When neither sun nor stars appear,
Still I can trust and feel no fear,
Sing when I cannot see.
Only in Thee, whatever betide,
All of my need is freely supplied;
There is no help nor helper beside,
Only, dear Lord, in Thee!
Only in Thee, dear Savior, slain,
Losing Thy life my own to gain,
Trusting, I’m cleansed from ev’ry stain;
Thou art my only plea.
Only in Thee my heart will delight,
Till in that land where cometh no night
Faith will be lost in heavenly sight,
Only, dear Lord, in Thee!
Your very welcome...I thought a little humor might help.
Jesus, You are the Holy and Anointed One
Your name is like honey on my lips, Your spirit is like water to my soul, Your word is a lamp unto my feet, Jesus I love you!
God bless you, Joanna. Thank you for praying with us.
Wow. Thanks for the post. I hope you feel better.
Thanks, Freepertwo. Hallel'Ya!
I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast."
I came to Jesus as I was, Weary and worn and sad;
I found in Him a resting place, And He has made me glad.
I heard the voice of Jesus say, "Behold, I feely give
The living water; thirsty one, Stoop down and drink and live.
I came to Jesus, and I drank of that life-giving stream.
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, and now I live in Him.
I heard the voice of Jesus say, "I am this dark world's Light.
Look unto Me; thy morn shall rise And all thy day be bright.
I looked to Jesus, and I found in Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that Light of Life I'll walk Till trav'ling days are done.
oh what a lovely hymn. that is a new one to me Knitting
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