Life Is Short August 24, 2008
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August 24th, 2008
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I’m In Church Now
The Worship’s In Full Zeal
Before You I Bow
Your Presence Is So Real
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BH Is Walking To Hubby Dear
To Him He Starts Whispering
So Quietly I Cannot Hear
I Wonder Why They’re Murmuring
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Hubby Dear Utters An Exclamation Brief
It Is So Loud Heads Are Turning
He Bows His Head In Enormous Grief
In My Heart I Feel A Burning
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He Turns To Me His Eyes A-Dew
And Says, “I’m In Pain Today
For BH Gives Me Bad News –
Aunt Mary’s Just Passed Away”
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What?? How Can That Be?
I Just Met Her A Few Days Ago
Are You Sure You’re Telling Me
That I Won’t See Her Anymore?
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No, No, No, No , NO!
God, Now Bring Her Back
I Must Have The Status Quo
I Deny The Heart Attack!
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She Promised To Make Us
Her Famous Min-Faan-Koh
She Cannot Have Gone Thus
Without Making That Pledge Secure
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She Agreed To Teach Me
How To Make Chicken Floss
Generous And Tasty Is Her Recipe
Nutritious and Sumptuous Are All In The Toss
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Min-Faan-Koh and Chicken Floss
Are Just But A Minor Loss
What I Am Most Yearning
Is Aunt Mary’s Unreserved Caring
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Helpful, Thoughtful, Discerning And Loving
At All Times Was Aunt Mary
Cheerful, Supportive, Faithful And Giving
A Person Full Of Charity
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God, Around Me People Are Worshiping
In Your Presence They Love To Bask
I Have Stopped My Singing
For I Have This To Ask
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It Isn’t Fair That She Goes
‘Though We Get That We Mustn’t Be Greedy
But It’s True That Everyone Knows
How Very Much She’d Helped The Needy
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She Is Required Here, LORD
Can’t You See?
She Is Grieved For, LORD
Why Must This Be?
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Must All Good Things Be Momentary
Here To Day And Gone Tomorrow?
Are Our Lives Oh So Temporary
Everything Else Being One Big Hollow?
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“Aunt Mary Did Her Duty
She Had Done It Well
It’s Not For You To Query
Those Questions You Now Must Quell
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“I Have Custom-Made For You
A Job That’s Good And Just
So You Also Have Work To Do
Do It Well Is What You Must
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“To You I’ve Given A Part
Just Like I Did Aunt Mary
Do It With All Your Heart
Of Aunt Mary, Don’t You Worry
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“For I Have Plans For You
Which Are Much Bigger Than Death
Plans To Prosper You, It’s True
A Hope, A Future Is What I Bequeath
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“Dry your Tears, Child, All Is Well
Aunt Mary’s Happier With Me Here
Continue In My Presence To Always Dwell
It’s Your Passion That I Hold Very Dear.”
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Oh LORD, You Are Really Speaking
To Me Right Here In This Sanctuary!
About Life And Death And A Thriving
You’ve Turned My Grief And Made Me Happy!
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Thank You LORD For The Condolence
Out Of My Misery You Now Have Pulled
Thank You LORD For The Reassurance
All Things Will Be Because You Have So Ruled
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I Am Deciding Here In This Sanctuary
That To Live Is Christ, To Die I Will Have Gained
Aunt Mary’s Works Will Be In My Memory
As A Drive For What I Have Been Ordained
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I’ll Do My Work I’ll Carry The Light
With Joy I’ll Live Out My Salvation
I’ll Stay Faithful Whatever My Plight
‘Cause The Prize Is Precious Whatever The Exertion
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The Day Will Come When I Get To Meet
Aunt Mary On Highways Made Of Gold
May I Proudly Tell Her On That Street
That The “Well-Done” Words Are What I Hold
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Rain Down On Me, Too!! August 18, 2008
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August 18th, 2008
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A Page Off EsthertanC’s Church Camp Journal.
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It’s Now Day Number Two
The Camp’s In Full Swing
People All About Are Happy And True
Getting Into The Mood Of The Thing
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His Presence, Our Passion
Goes The Name Of The Camp Theme
What Drives Me To Frustration
Is I Don’t Feel It, Not A Gleam
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The Preacher Talks About Your Presence
And I Am Feeling Dreadfully Dumb
Because I Cannot Sense Your Essence
And I Am So Terribly Numb
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God, My LORD, My Savior
What’s Happening Here?
People Around Me Are Weeping
But I Alone Am Unfeeling
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Am I So Unworthy?
So Lacking In Love?
Am I So Unholy?
So Remote From Heaven Above?
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When Have I Grown So Cold
That I Can No Longer Melt?
Will I Be Growing Old
My Passion Never Lived, Your Presence Never Felt?
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God! How Can This Be
That I Love You But Can’t Feel You?
All I Want Is Thee
Please! Tell Me What To Do
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Rain Down, Says The Song
Do Not Pass Me By
To See You Is What I Long
Submerge Me Or I’ll Die
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God, My LORD, My Savior
My Kinsman Redeemer
Please, Please, I Beg You
Rain Down On Me, Too
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I’ve Had Enough!! August 10, 2008
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August 10th, 2008, 10:08pm
[Just a heads-up: EsthertanC is studying for her NT Survey course, the Final Exam being tomorrow. She is currently stressed out of her brains]
Here I Am,
Studying, Studying, Studying
Cramming, Cramming, Cramming
My Head Is
Hurting, Hurting, Hurting
Bursting, Bursting, Bursting
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My Eyes Are Swollen
My Nails Are Bitten
Because All Of My Revision
Has Been Disastrously Forgotten
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Galatians, Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians
What Do These Books Have In Common?
Acts, Romans, Thessalonians And Revelation
Have I Really Learned Their Lesson?
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Ecclesiology And Eschatology
Soteriology And Pneumatology
All Of Such Terminology
Is Not Even Found In MS Word’s Dictionary
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Dates, Authors, Recipients And Locale
Details Of Which Are Clearly Printed Out
The Only Problem I Have With The Manual
Is Even Scholars Of These Facts Have Their Doubt!
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They Say Mark Is Peter
And Luke Is Paul
Why Can’t Mark Be Peter
And Luke Be Paul?
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We All Know And It’s Common Knowledge
That Jesus Died On A Tree
Why Can’t Experts Agree And Acknowledge
That It Happened In AD Thirty-Three?
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Markan Means Mark
And John Is Johannine
It Really Isn’t A Lark
To Remember Peter As Petrine
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How Many Times Did Paul Visit Macedonia
Wherein Lied Philippi, Berea and Apollonia?
Did He Really Go From Syria
To Cilicia, Galatia, Phrygia, And Achaia?
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Did He Die In Rome
In AD Sixty-Seven?
Or Did He Die At Home
At A Date Earlier Even?
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Oh, I Tried And Tried
To Read And Understand
But Not Another Nano-Mite
Will My Brains Agree To Withstand
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My Memory Is Another Object
Which I Find Really Very Devious
It Appears To Recoil And Contract
As I Advance And Grow In Years
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Why, Oh Why
Must I Belie
The Fact That I
Am About To Die?
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Why in Heaven Above
And On Earth Below
Did I Announce My Love
For Facts That’re Hard To Know?
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I’VE HAD ENOUGH
Of Books
Of Their Looks
I’VE HAD ENOUGH
Of Notes
Of Their Quotes
I’VE HAD ENOUGH
Of Fruitless Studying
Of Bungled Memorizing
I’VE HAD ENOUGH!
I’VE HAD ENOUGH!
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I’m Closing My Textbook
And Putting Away My Notes
I’m Tired Of The Washed-Out Way I Look
Going To Sleep Now Is What I Vote
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Tomorrow Will Arrive
When I Have To Take The Test
I Pray I’ll Daringly Take The Dive
And Successfully Do My Best
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But For Now, For Me, It Is Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
On My Bed So Cozy, Warm And Tight
I Ask The Lull Be Deep, Deep, Deep
In That Very Place Of Respite
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By EsthertanC
10082008;10:08pm
