Joseph Antony Macellaro | Weblog | February 2009

Friday, February 27, 2009

You Gave a Song

You lifted me up out of the pit

You set my feet upon a solid rock

Put a new song in my mouth, gave me reason to sing

You gave me a song of praise

You gave a song, made me go on

Singing praises to your name

You are my King, You are my Lord

You're forevermore the same

I want to praise You, praise You, praise You, praise You

Praise your holy name

You gave a song, made me go on

Praising your name!

EVIE

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Somewhere in the World

OMG. Bill and Gloria Gaither just made their own version of MySpace or Facebook: Gaither Community. I made a profile a few minutes ago and Gaither fans from all over the country are already friending me -- 10,000 users have signed up just in the last five days. When you create a profile, Bill Gaither is automatically on your friends list like Tom on MySpace lol. Oh, Bill.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Somewhere in the World

Somewhere in the world today

A little girl will go out to play

All dressed up in Mama's clothes

At least the way that I suppose it goes

Somewhere in the world tonight

Before she reaches to turn out the light

She'll be praying from a tender heart

A simple prayer that's a work of art

And I don't even know her name

But I'm praying for her just the same

That the Lord will write His name upon her heart

'Cause somewhere in the course of this life

A little boy will need a godly wife

So hold on to Jesus, Baby, wherever you are

Somewhere in the world out there

That little girl's learning how to care

She's picking up her mama's charms

Or maybe swinging around in her daddy's arms

Somewhere in the world to be

Though the future's not really clear to me

Theirs could be a tender love

Grounded in eternal love above

And I don't even know her name

But I'm praying for her just the same

That the Lord will write His name upon her heart

'Cause somewhere in the course of this life

A little boy will need a godly wife

So hold on to Jesus, Baby, wherever you are ...

WAYNE WATSON

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Too Much to Gain to Lose

Too many miles behind me,

Too many trials are through,

Too many tears help me remember

There's too much to gain to lose.

Too many sunsets lie behind the mountain,

Too many rivers my feet have walked through,

Too many treasures are waiting over yonder;

There's too much to gain to lose.

I've crossed the hot burning dessert,

I was struggling the right road to choose,

But somewhere up ahead there's cool clear water

And defeat is one word I'll never use.

Too many sunsets lie behind the mountain,

Too many rivers my feet have walked through,

Too many treasures are waiting over yonder;

There's too much to gain to lose.

DOTTIE RAMBO

http://weblogs.newsday.com/sports/columnists/jimbaumbach/blog/2009/02/video_final_piece_of_shea_come.html

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Longer I Serve Him

Since I started for the Kingdom,

Since my life He controls,

Since I gave my heart to Jesus,

The longer I serve Him, the sweeter He grows.

The longer I serve Him, the sweeter He grows,

The more that I love Him, more love He bestows;

Each day is like heaven, my heart overflows,

The longer I serve Him, the sweeter He grows.

Every need He is supplying,

Plenteous grace He bestows;

Every day my way gets brighter,

The longer I serve Him, the sweeter He grows.

The longer I serve Him, the sweeter He grows,

The more that I love Him, more love He bestows;

Each day is like heaven, my heart overflows,

The longer I serve Him, the sweeter He grows.

WILLIAM J. GAITHER, 1965

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

I Will Enter into His Gates with Thanksgiving

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.

PSALM 100

Monday, February 16, 2009

Problems

So be glad -- yes, actually be glad that you have problems. Be grateful for them as implying that God has confidence in your ability to handle these problems with which He has entrusted you. Adopt this attitude toward problems and it will tend to syphon off the depression you may have developed from a negative reaction to them. And as you develop the habit of thinking in hopeful terms about your problems, you will find yourself doing much better with them.

This will add to your enjoyment in life too, for one of the few greatest satisfactions of this life is to handle problems efficiently and well. Moreover, this successful handling tends to build up faith that, through God's help and guidance, you have what it takes to deal with anything that may ever face you.

NORMAN VINCENT PEALE

Sunday, February 15, 2009

He Set Me Free

Once, like a bird, in prison I dwelt;

No freedom from my sorrow I felt;

But Jesus came and listened to me,

And, glory to God, He set me free!

He set me free! Yes, He set me free!

And He broke the bonds of prison for me;

I'm glory-bound, my Jesus to see,

For, glory to God, He set me free!

ALBERT E. BRUMLEY

Chonda Pierce talks about her plastic nativity set.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Love

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

2 CORINTHIANS 13

Friday, February 13, 2009

I Stand by the Door

I stand by the door.

I neither go too far in, nor stay too far out.

The door is the most important door in the world --

It is the door through which men walk when they find God.

There's no use in going way inside, and staying there,

When so many are still outside and they, as much as I,

Crave to know where the door is.

And all that so many ever find

Is only the wall where a door ought to be.

They creep along the wall like blind men,

With outstretched, groping hands;

Feeling for a door, knowing there must be a door,

Yet they never find it . . .

So I stand by the door.

SAMUEL SHOEMAKER

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Children as a Trust

We don't own our children: we hold them in trust for God, who gave them to us. The eighteen or twenty years of provision and oversight and training that we normally have represent our fulfillment of that trust.

JOSEPH BAYLY, 1969

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Indifference

When Jesus came to Golgotha they hanged Him on a tree,

They drave great nails through hands and feet, and made a Calvary;

They crowned Him with a crown of thorns, red were His wounds and deep,

For those were crude and cruel days, and human flesh was cheap.

When Jesus came to Long Island they simply passed Him by,

They never hurt a hair of Him, they only let Him die;

For men had grown more tender, and they would not give Him pain,

They only just passed down the street, and left Him in the rain.

Still Jesus cried, "Forgive them, for they know not what they do,"

And still it rained the wintry rain that drenched Him through and through;

The crowds went home and left the streets without a soul to see,

And Jesus crouched against a wall and cried for Calvary.

G. A. STUDDERT-KENNEDY

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The Day the Music Died

February 3, 1959 . . . The Day the Music Died

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