Monday, August 15, 2005

His eye is on the sparrow...words


Words: Ci­vil­la D. Mar­tin, 1905.

Music: Charles H. Gab­ri­el, 1905 (MI­DI, score).

Charles H. Gabriel (1856-1932)

Early in the spring of 1905, my hus­band and I were so­journ­ing in El­mi­ra, New York. We con­tract­ed a deep friend­ship for a cou­ple by the name of Mr. and Mrs. Doo­lit­tle—true saints of God. Mrs. Doo­lit­tle had been bed­rid­den for nigh twen­ty years. Her hus­band was an in­cur­a­ble crip­ple who had to pro­pel him­self to and from his bus­i­ness in a wheel chair. De­spite their af­flict­ions, they lived hap­py Christ­ian lives, bring­ing in­spir­a­tion and com­fort to all who knew them. One day while we were vi­sit­ing with the Doo­lit­tles, my hus­band com­ment­ed on their bright hope­ful­ness and asked them for the se­cret of it. Mrs. Doo­lit­tle’s re­ply was sim­ple: “His eye is on the spar­row, and I know He watch­es me.” The beau­ty of this sim­ple ex­press­ion of bound­less faith gripped the hearts and fired the imag­in­a­tion of Dr. Mar­tin and me. The hymn “His Eye Is on the Spar­row” was the out­come of that ex­per­i­ence.

Civilla Martin

The next day she mailed the po­em to Charles Gab­ri­el, who sup­plied the mu­sic. Sing­er Ethel Wa­ters so loved this song that she used its name as the ti­tle for her au­to­bi­og­ra­phy
Words

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Refrain

I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Refrain

Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Refrain

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Love..the Greatest of these...



Love Is ... Forever!
LOVE is the most powerfull force in the universe.
It was LOVE that prompted the Creator to bring us into being (He first loved us..)
LOVE once it comes into being never goes away. Rejection only sends it into hiding. LOVE indures and tho the flame burns dimly it can flare into full bloom when the winds of time flow thru beloved territory. by jdm 2003
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He stopped loving her today


He said I'll love you til I die,
She told him you'll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still preyed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she'd come back again

He stopped loving her today,
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away,
He stopped loving her today

Kept some letters by his bed, dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you
I went to see him just today,
Oh but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I'd seen him smile in years

You know she came to see him one last time,
We all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he's over her for good

He stopped loving her today,
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away,
He stopped loving her today

Home in Newcastle





The wind blows off the South Canadian River a couple hundred yards away. 11 minutes to OKC fairgrounds and within 30 minutes to all the grandkids.

Home is where the heart is..

16" Sunflower ...I grew-just add tlc and water!

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

the wind moves thru the Yellow Hills



A riddle...... ...
....
Let yes do its answering.
I realize everyone needs empathy.
Surely
anyone
versed
at
gamesmanship
envisions.

....
APG Maryland fall of '58