I PUT MY LIFE IN YOUR HANDS, MY LORD. ALL MY
FAITH AND TRUST IS IN YOU, LORD. MAY I BE LEAD
TO THE PATH THAT YOU HAVE FOR ME, MY LORD.
THAT EVEN IF I DON'T THINK THAT'S THE WAY I
SHOULD GO, THAT I GIVE YOU MY ALL AND JUST
TRUST IN YOU. YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD, BECAUSE
ALL YOU DO IS GOOD. PLEASE DON'T KNOCK, LORD,
JUST COME ON IN. WITHOUT YOU IN MY LIFE, LORD,
I'M NOTHING. PLEASE TAKE THE SENSITIVITY OUT OF
MY HEART, MY LORD. MAY I HAVE NO HURT AND
HOLD NO GRUDGES IN MY HEART, MY LORD. PLEASE
TEACH ME TO LOVE AND FORGIVE THE WAY YOU
LOVE AND FORGIVE ME, MY LORD. I KNOW I MAY
NOT BE WORTHY, BUT I KNOW YOU LOVE ME, MY
LORD. PLEASE FORGIVE ME AND THANK YOU FOR
FORGIVING ME. I GIVE YOU MY ALL AND I SURRENDER
ALL TO YOU, MY LORD. MY LIFE IS NOT MINE, BUT
ALL YOURS, MY LORD. PLEASE TEACH ME YOUR WAYS,
THAT I MAY ONE DAY TEACH OTHERS. BUT FIRST, I
NEED A LOT OF HELP ! ONCE AGAIN, I SURRENDER
ALL TO YOU, MY LORD. PLEASE LET ME HEAR YOU
ONE DAY. PLEASE FILL ME WITH YOUR HOLY SPIRIT
AND OPEN UP MY MIND, HEART AND EYES THAT I
MAY SEE, FEEL AND BE WISE TO YOUR GLORY, MY
LORD. I LOVE YOU, MY LORD. IN JESUS NAME I PRAY.
AMEN
JESUS, I OPEN THE DOOR OF MY HEART AND I ASK
THAT YOU COME IN. I ASK THAT YOU SET ME FREE.
THAT YOU FORGIVE ME AND THAT YOU CLEANSE ME.
AND JESUS, I ESPECIALLY ASK THAT YOU GIVE ME
YOUR RIGHTEOUSNESS AND YOUR PEACE AND YOUR
JOY AND THAT YOU WILL SPEAK TO ME. SO OPEN MY
EARS, OPEN THE EYES OF MY UNDERSTANDING, THAT
I MIGHT KNOW THE GREATNESS OF YOUR POWER. BE
WITH ME NOW, FOR I ASK IT. IN JESUS NAME I PRAY,
AMEN
Friday, August 26, 2016
Saturday, August 20, 2016
DELIVER US FROM OURSELVES ( ENILDA DIAZ)
GOD CREATED US IN DIFFERENT COLORS. HOW INTERESTING
AND HOW BEAUTIFUL. ONLY THE COLOR OF OUR SKIN IS
DIFFERENT, BUT OUR HEARTS AND OUR BLOOD ARE THE
SAME.
LET US LOVE EACH OTHER AND LET THE IGNORANT REAP
HIS REWARD.
GOD DID NOT CREATE US DIFFERENT. HE CREATED US
EQUAL. WE ARE ALL HIS CHILDREN, BUT WE ALWAYS
LET THE DEVIL INTERFERE IN HIS QUEST TO DESTROY US.
WE ARE NOT STRONG. WE ARE WEAK AND THE WEAK WILL
PERISH.
GOD MADE US LIKE A RAINBOW, IN DIFFERENT COLORS.
HE CREATED US TO BE HIS CHILDREN AND LIVE HAPPILY
AMONG OURSELVES AND WITH HIM. THIS WORLD WOULD
BE SO WONDERFUL IF WE ALL LOVED EACH OTHER AND
CARED FOR EACH OTHER.
A LOT OF PEOPLE MENTION GOD OFTEN, BUT RIGHT AFTER
GOD THEY SAY A CURSE WORD. GO FIGURE! THE ONLY
THING THAT CAN SAVE THIS WORLD IS PRAYER, BUT MOST
PEOPLE ARE SO BUSY HATING AND DISLIKING EACH OTHER
THAT THEY DON'T HAVE TIME TO PRAY. HOW SAD!!
WITHOUT LOVE IN YOUR HEART YOU CAN NEVER BE HAPPY.
WHEN WE GET ANGRY WE LASH OUT WITH ALL WE'VE GOT.
INSTEAD WE SHOULD LOOK UP TO HEAVEN AND PRAY. "GOD,
PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME AND GIVE ME PATIENCE AND STRENGTH
TO DO THE RIGHT THING.
TALKING ABOUT GOD IS NOT ENOUGH. YOU ALSO HAVE TO
IMITATE HIM. THIS WORLD IS BEING DESTROYED BY HATE
AND THE LACK OF LOVE. I KNOW IN THIS TIMES IT'S HARD
TO TRUST ANYONE, BUT NO ONE IS ALL BAD AND NO ONE
IS ALL GOOD. WE HAVE TO TRY TO GET ALONG WITH EACH
OTHER AND LIKE THE SECOND COMMANDMENT SAYS, "LOVE
THY NEIGHBOR AS THYSELF." IF WE ALL GIVE A LITTLE OF
OURSELVES WE WOULD GET AS MUCH BACK. CAN'T FORCE
ANYONE TO LOVE YOU, AS SAD AS IT MAY BE, BUT THERE
IS ONE WHO WILL ALWAYS BE AT YOUR SIDE NO MATTER
WHAT.
WE ARE ALL HUMAN. WE ALL HAVE FEELINGS, GOOD AND
BAD. WE SHOULD NOT JUDGE ANYONE, BECAUSE WE DO
NOT KNOW THE SUFFERING THEY MIGHT HAVE LOCKED
IN THEIR HEARTS. SOMETIMES SUFFERING MAKES US HARD
AND GRUMPY, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?...SOMETIMES A
SMILE WILL LESSEN THAT PAIN MORE THAN YOU KNOW.
TEACH YOUR CHILDREN TO LOVE FROM THE DAY THEY
ARE BORN. THAT IS THE BEST GIFT YOU CAN GIVE THEM
AND GOD WILL REWARD YOU. TEACH THEM THE LOVE OF
GOD AND THEY WILL BE THE HAPPIEST PEOPLE IN THE
WORLD.
KIDS PLAY TOGETHER HAPPILY UNAWARE OF ANY
DIFFERENCES UNTIL THE ADULTS, THE ONES WHO SHOULD
KNOW BETTER FILL THEIR MINDS WITH UGLY THOUGHTS
AND THEIR HEARTS WITH UGLY FEELINGS.
GOD FILLED YOUR CHILDREN'S HEARTS WITH LOVE. HOW
DARE YOU FILL IT WITH HATE! HOW DARE YOU INTERFERE
IN GOD'S PLAN! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOUR
CHILDREN'S HEARTS ARE PURE, LET THEM STAY THAT WAY.
DON'T DESTROY THEIR INNOCENCE. LET GOD'S LOVE
ALWAYS STAY IN THEIR HEARTS TO SHARE IT WITH
EVERYONE. WHEN WE INSTILL HATE IN OUR CHILDREN'S
HEARTS, WE DESTROY THEIR SOULS. WE SHOW THAT WE
DO NOT LOVE THEM BECAUSE GOD IS LOVE AND ANY-
THING ELSE IS NOT OF GOD.
DON'T REPAY HATE WITH HATE. LOVE THOSE WHO
PERSECUTE YOU AND YOUR REWARD WILL BE GREAT
IN HEAVEN. OUR LIFE IN THIS WORLD IS SHORT, BUT
IN HEAVEN IT WILL BE FOREVER.
GOD BLESS OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS. EACH COLOR
IS PRECIOUS TO HIM AND SHOULD BE TO US ALSO.
IT IS A BEAUTIFUL FEELING TO LOVE AND FEEL LOVED.
I CANNOT UNDERSTAND HOW ANYONE CAN LIVE
WITHOUT LOVE IN HIS HEART. THEY MUST BE THE
MOST MISERABLE PEOPLE. THEY MUST FEEL EMPTY
INSIDE. IT MUST BE A HORRIBLE FEELING. TO LIVE
WITHOUT LOVE IS NOT TO LIVE AT ALL.
LOVE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL EMOTION IN THE WORLD.!!!
Friday, July 15, 2016
TRAGEDIA DEL VIERNES SANTO ( Enilda Diaz )
UNOS DIAS ATRAS ESTABA YO CHEQUEANDO MIS VIEJOS CASSETTES
Y ENCONTRE UNO GRABADO POR EL TRIO VEGABAJEÑO EN EL AÑO
1952. LA CANCION ( TRAGEDIA DEL VIERNES SANTO ) GIRO EL TIEMPO
HACIA ATRAS Y LOS RECUERDOS QUE YACIAN DORMIDOS EN MI VOL-
VIERON A RESURGIR.
CREO QUE FUE EN ABRIL, (PERO NO ESTOY MUY SEGURA, PUES MIS
RECUERDOS NO ESTAN MUY CLAROS.) TENIA YO 11 AÑOS Y ESE VIERNES
SANTO SALIAMOS DE VIAJE MI MAMA, MIS HERMANOS Y YO HACIA NEW
YORK. QUE YO RECUERDE HABIA DOS VUELOS A NEW YORK ESE DIA. EL
DE NOSOTROS ERA EL PRIMERO, PERO HABIA UNA FAMILIA DE APELLIDO
BRIGNONI QUE DECEABAN MUCHISIMO TOMAR EL PRIMER VUELO Y SEGUN
MI HERMANO ME DIJO, PUES DECIDIERON INTERCAMBIAR LOS PASAJES CON
ELLOS Y ASI CONCEDERLES EL PRIMER VUELO COMO ELLOS LO DESEABAN.
RECUERDO QUE EL JUEVES SANTO NOS FUIMOS PARA NARANJITO Y NOS
QUEDAMOS EN LA CASA DE MI TIO GONZALO ESA NOCHE. AL OTRO DIA
CUANDO NOS LLEVARON AL AEROPUERTO NOS ENCONTRAMOS CON UNOS
CUANTOS SOBREVIVIENTES. LO QUE PASO FUE UNA TRAGEDIA QUE NOS
DEJO IMPACTADOS A TODOS. AQUI ESCRIBO LA LETRA DE LA CANCION
QUE EXPLICA LO QUE EXACTAMENTE PASO.
TRAGEDIA DEL VIERNES SANTO
TODOS SALIERON CONTENTOS Y CON LA ESPERANZA DE UN VIAJE
FELIZ.
NO ESPERABAN EL MOMENTO QUE CRUELES TORMENTOS FUERAN
A SURGIR.
EL AVION EN PORFIA, POR MAS QUE QUERIA ALTURA GANAR, SUBIA
Y SUBIR NO PODIA Y SE PRESENTIA LO QUE IBA A PASAR.
CON UN MOTOR INSERVIBLE YA NO ERA POSIBLE LA RUTA CORRER.
OTRO MOTOR SE RESISTE Y SE HACE IMPOSIBLE A TIERRA VOLVER.
CAE EN LAS AGUAS BRAVIAS Y FRENTE AL VIGIA DEL MORRO EN
SAN JUAN.
VIENDO A SU PATRIA QUERIDA LLENITOS DE VIDA CAYERON AL
MAR.
QUE TRISTE FUE EL VIERNES SANTO, QUE HORAS DE ANGUSTIA Y
DOLOR SUFRIERON NUESTROS HERMANOS QUE VOLABAN A N.Y.
EN BRAZOS DE SU PAPITO A UN POBRE NIÑITO EL MAR SE LLEVO
Y EL DICE LLORANDO SUS CUITAS QUE VIO DOS MANITAS
DICIENDOLE ADIOS.
Y AQUELLA FAMILIA BRIGNONI QUE AQUEL VIERNES SANTO SU
ISLITA DEJO, DICIENDOLE ADIOS A SUS CAMPOS SIN SABER QUE
DABAN EL ULTIMO ADIOS,
UNA VALIENTE SEÑORA A UN NIÑO QUE LLORA SUS BRAZOS LE
HECHO Y EN LUCHA CONTRA LAS OLAS LA NOBLE SEÑORA AL
NIÑO SALVO.
LLOREMOS, LLOREMOS, LLOREMOS, DE NUESTROS HERMANOS LA
FATALIDAD.
QUE DIOS ACOJA EN SU SENO A LOS QUE SE FUERON A LA
ETERNIDAD.
QUE TRISTE FUE EL VIERNES SANTO, QUE HORAS DE ANGUSTIA
Y DOLOR SUFRIERON NUESTROS HERMANOS QUE VOLABAN A N.Y.
QUE VIERNES SANTO MAS TRISTE!
**************************
P.S. HACE UN PAR DE DIAS QUE HABLE CON CARMEN ROSADO Y
ME CONTO QUE UN PRIMO DE SU MAMA TAMBIEN VIAJABA EN
ESE VUELO CON UN SOBRINO DE EL. ELLA DICE QUE EL SOBRINO
TRATO DE SALVAR A SU TIO, PERO UN TIBURON SE LO ARRANCO
DE LAS MANOS, DICE QUE SU SOBRINO JAMAS VOLVIO A SER EL
MISMO. QUE TRISTEZA!!
Y ENCONTRE UNO GRABADO POR EL TRIO VEGABAJEÑO EN EL AÑO
1952. LA CANCION ( TRAGEDIA DEL VIERNES SANTO ) GIRO EL TIEMPO
HACIA ATRAS Y LOS RECUERDOS QUE YACIAN DORMIDOS EN MI VOL-
VIERON A RESURGIR.
CREO QUE FUE EN ABRIL, (PERO NO ESTOY MUY SEGURA, PUES MIS
RECUERDOS NO ESTAN MUY CLAROS.) TENIA YO 11 AÑOS Y ESE VIERNES
SANTO SALIAMOS DE VIAJE MI MAMA, MIS HERMANOS Y YO HACIA NEW
YORK. QUE YO RECUERDE HABIA DOS VUELOS A NEW YORK ESE DIA. EL
DE NOSOTROS ERA EL PRIMERO, PERO HABIA UNA FAMILIA DE APELLIDO
BRIGNONI QUE DECEABAN MUCHISIMO TOMAR EL PRIMER VUELO Y SEGUN
MI HERMANO ME DIJO, PUES DECIDIERON INTERCAMBIAR LOS PASAJES CON
ELLOS Y ASI CONCEDERLES EL PRIMER VUELO COMO ELLOS LO DESEABAN.
RECUERDO QUE EL JUEVES SANTO NOS FUIMOS PARA NARANJITO Y NOS
QUEDAMOS EN LA CASA DE MI TIO GONZALO ESA NOCHE. AL OTRO DIA
CUANDO NOS LLEVARON AL AEROPUERTO NOS ENCONTRAMOS CON UNOS
CUANTOS SOBREVIVIENTES. LO QUE PASO FUE UNA TRAGEDIA QUE NOS
DEJO IMPACTADOS A TODOS. AQUI ESCRIBO LA LETRA DE LA CANCION
QUE EXPLICA LO QUE EXACTAMENTE PASO.
TRAGEDIA DEL VIERNES SANTO
TODOS SALIERON CONTENTOS Y CON LA ESPERANZA DE UN VIAJE
FELIZ.
NO ESPERABAN EL MOMENTO QUE CRUELES TORMENTOS FUERAN
A SURGIR.
EL AVION EN PORFIA, POR MAS QUE QUERIA ALTURA GANAR, SUBIA
Y SUBIR NO PODIA Y SE PRESENTIA LO QUE IBA A PASAR.
CON UN MOTOR INSERVIBLE YA NO ERA POSIBLE LA RUTA CORRER.
OTRO MOTOR SE RESISTE Y SE HACE IMPOSIBLE A TIERRA VOLVER.
CAE EN LAS AGUAS BRAVIAS Y FRENTE AL VIGIA DEL MORRO EN
SAN JUAN.
VIENDO A SU PATRIA QUERIDA LLENITOS DE VIDA CAYERON AL
MAR.
QUE TRISTE FUE EL VIERNES SANTO, QUE HORAS DE ANGUSTIA Y
DOLOR SUFRIERON NUESTROS HERMANOS QUE VOLABAN A N.Y.
EN BRAZOS DE SU PAPITO A UN POBRE NIÑITO EL MAR SE LLEVO
Y EL DICE LLORANDO SUS CUITAS QUE VIO DOS MANITAS
DICIENDOLE ADIOS.
Y AQUELLA FAMILIA BRIGNONI QUE AQUEL VIERNES SANTO SU
ISLITA DEJO, DICIENDOLE ADIOS A SUS CAMPOS SIN SABER QUE
DABAN EL ULTIMO ADIOS,
UNA VALIENTE SEÑORA A UN NIÑO QUE LLORA SUS BRAZOS LE
HECHO Y EN LUCHA CONTRA LAS OLAS LA NOBLE SEÑORA AL
NIÑO SALVO.
LLOREMOS, LLOREMOS, LLOREMOS, DE NUESTROS HERMANOS LA
FATALIDAD.
QUE DIOS ACOJA EN SU SENO A LOS QUE SE FUERON A LA
ETERNIDAD.
QUE TRISTE FUE EL VIERNES SANTO, QUE HORAS DE ANGUSTIA
Y DOLOR SUFRIERON NUESTROS HERMANOS QUE VOLABAN A N.Y.
QUE VIERNES SANTO MAS TRISTE!
**************************
P.S. HACE UN PAR DE DIAS QUE HABLE CON CARMEN ROSADO Y
ME CONTO QUE UN PRIMO DE SU MAMA TAMBIEN VIAJABA EN
ESE VUELO CON UN SOBRINO DE EL. ELLA DICE QUE EL SOBRINO
TRATO DE SALVAR A SU TIO, PERO UN TIBURON SE LO ARRANCO
DE LAS MANOS, DICE QUE SU SOBRINO JAMAS VOLVIO A SER EL
MISMO. QUE TRISTEZA!!
Sunday, May 15, 2016
PRAYER
MY GOOD LORD, MY DEAR JESUS. I AM SORRY FOR HAVING WOUNDED
THY DEAR HEART BY MY SINS, BECAUSE THY ART INFINITELY GOOD AND
SIN DISPLEASES THEE. LIKE THE BELOVED DISCIPLE, LET ME REST
UPON THY HEART AND LET ME GRIEVE TOGETHER WITH THEE FOR
THE OUTRAGES THAT ARE COMMITED AGAINST THEE IN THE
SACRAMENT OF THY LOVE. I GIVE THEE MY HEART AND MY LOVE,
IF MY POOR LOVE CAN COMFORT THEE. I LOVE THEE ABOVE ALL
THINGS AND I DESIRE TO POSSESS THEE WITHIN MY SOUL. SINCE
I AM UNABLE NOW TO RECEIVE THEE SACRAMENTALLY, COME AT
LEAST SPIRITUALLY INTO MY HEART AND NOURISH MY SOUL UNTO
LIFE EVERLASTING. LET MY SOUL, OH LORD, FEEL THY SWEETNESS.
LET ME TASTE HOW SWEET THOU ART, OH LORD. THAT BEING
ALLURED BY YOUR LOVE, OH LORD, I MAY NEVER SIN BY RUNNING
AFTER WORLDLY PLEASURES. THOU ART THE GOD OF MY HEART
AND THE GOD THAT IS MY PORTION FOREVER. OH, THOU, LAMB
OF GOD WHO TAKETH AWAY THE SINS OF THE WORLD, TAKE
AWAY FROM ME WHATEVER MAY HURT ME AND DISPLEASE THEE.
GIVE ME THY LOVE AND THY GRACE. MAY THE SWEET FLAME OF
THY LOVE CONSUME MY SOUL THAT IT MAY DIE TO THE WORLD
FOR THE LOVE OF THEE AS THOU HAST DIED UPON THE CROSS
FOR THE LOVE OF ME.
AMEN
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THY DEAR HEART BY MY SINS, BECAUSE THY ART INFINITELY GOOD AND
SIN DISPLEASES THEE. LIKE THE BELOVED DISCIPLE, LET ME REST
UPON THY HEART AND LET ME GRIEVE TOGETHER WITH THEE FOR
THE OUTRAGES THAT ARE COMMITED AGAINST THEE IN THE
SACRAMENT OF THY LOVE. I GIVE THEE MY HEART AND MY LOVE,
IF MY POOR LOVE CAN COMFORT THEE. I LOVE THEE ABOVE ALL
THINGS AND I DESIRE TO POSSESS THEE WITHIN MY SOUL. SINCE
I AM UNABLE NOW TO RECEIVE THEE SACRAMENTALLY, COME AT
LEAST SPIRITUALLY INTO MY HEART AND NOURISH MY SOUL UNTO
LIFE EVERLASTING. LET MY SOUL, OH LORD, FEEL THY SWEETNESS.
LET ME TASTE HOW SWEET THOU ART, OH LORD. THAT BEING
ALLURED BY YOUR LOVE, OH LORD, I MAY NEVER SIN BY RUNNING
AFTER WORLDLY PLEASURES. THOU ART THE GOD OF MY HEART
AND THE GOD THAT IS MY PORTION FOREVER. OH, THOU, LAMB
OF GOD WHO TAKETH AWAY THE SINS OF THE WORLD, TAKE
AWAY FROM ME WHATEVER MAY HURT ME AND DISPLEASE THEE.
GIVE ME THY LOVE AND THY GRACE. MAY THE SWEET FLAME OF
THY LOVE CONSUME MY SOUL THAT IT MAY DIE TO THE WORLD
FOR THE LOVE OF THEE AS THOU HAST DIED UPON THE CROSS
FOR THE LOVE OF ME.
AMEN
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Sunday, March 20, 2016
HYMN
I SEE HIS BLOOD UPON THE ROBES AND IN THE STARS
THE GLORY OF HIS EYES.
HIS BODY GLEAMS AMID ETERNAL SNOWS,
HIS TEARS FALL FROM THE SKIES.
I SEE HIS FACE IN EVERY FLOWER.
THE THUNDER AND THE SINGING OF THE BIRDS
ARE BUT HIS VOICE..
AND CARVED WITH HIS POWER
ROCKS ARE HIS WRITTEN WORDS.
ALL PATHWAYS BY HIS FEET ARE WORN.
HIS STRONG HEART STIRS AN EVER BEATING SEA.
HIS CROWN OF THORNS IS TWINED WITH EVERY THORN.
HIS CROSS IS EVERY TREE.
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,
THE GLORY OF HIS EYES.
HIS BODY GLEAMS AMID ETERNAL SNOWS,
HIS TEARS FALL FROM THE SKIES.
I SEE HIS FACE IN EVERY FLOWER.
THE THUNDER AND THE SINGING OF THE BIRDS
ARE BUT HIS VOICE..
AND CARVED WITH HIS POWER
ROCKS ARE HIS WRITTEN WORDS.
ALL PATHWAYS BY HIS FEET ARE WORN.
HIS STRONG HEART STIRS AN EVER BEATING SEA.
HIS CROWN OF THORNS IS TWINED WITH EVERY THORN.
HIS CROSS IS EVERY TREE.
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,
Saturday, February 6, 2016
A WINTER BLESSING ( Sister Joyce Rupp, O. S. M. )
BLESSSED ARE YOU, WINTER, DARK SEASON OF WAITING.
YOU AFFIRM THE DARK SEASONS OF OUR LIVES.,
FORECASTING THE WEATHER OF WAITING I N HOPE.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, YOU FAITHFULLY GUARD A LIFE UNSEEN,
CALLING THOSE WHO LISTEN DEEPLY TO DISCOVER WINTER REST..
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, FROZEN AND COLD ON THE OUTSIDE.
WITHIN YOUR SILENT, NURTURING WOMB
YOU WARMLY WELCOME ALL THAT LONGS FOR RENEWAL.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, YOUR BLEAK BARREN TREES
PREACH WORDLESS SERMONS ABOUT EMPTINESS AND SOLITUDE.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, YOU TEACH US VALUABLE LESSONS
ABOUT WAITING IN DARKNESS WITH HOPE AND TRUST.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, SEASON OF BLOOD RED SUNSETS
AND STAR-FILLED, LONG, DARK NIGHTS,
FAITHFULLY YOU POUR OUT YOUR BEAUTY.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, WHEN YOUR TINY SNOWFLAKES
FLURRY THROUGH THE AIR, YOU AWAKEN OUR SLEEPING SOULS.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, WITH YOUR WILD AND VARIED MOODS,
SO INTENT ON BEING YOURSELF,
YOU REFUSE TO BE A PEOPLE-PLEASER.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, WHEN ICE STORMS
CRUSH OUR HEARTS AND HOMES, YOU CALL FORTH
THE GOOD IN US AS WE RUSH TO HELP ONE ANOTHER.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, YOUR INCONSISTENT MOODS
OFTEN CHALLENGE SPRING'S ARRIVAL,
YET HOW GRACEFULLY YOU STEP ASIDE
WHEN HER TIME HAS COME.
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YOU AFFIRM THE DARK SEASONS OF OUR LIVES.,
FORECASTING THE WEATHER OF WAITING I N HOPE.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, YOU FAITHFULLY GUARD A LIFE UNSEEN,
CALLING THOSE WHO LISTEN DEEPLY TO DISCOVER WINTER REST..
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, FROZEN AND COLD ON THE OUTSIDE.
WITHIN YOUR SILENT, NURTURING WOMB
YOU WARMLY WELCOME ALL THAT LONGS FOR RENEWAL.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, YOUR BLEAK BARREN TREES
PREACH WORDLESS SERMONS ABOUT EMPTINESS AND SOLITUDE.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, YOU TEACH US VALUABLE LESSONS
ABOUT WAITING IN DARKNESS WITH HOPE AND TRUST.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, SEASON OF BLOOD RED SUNSETS
AND STAR-FILLED, LONG, DARK NIGHTS,
FAITHFULLY YOU POUR OUT YOUR BEAUTY.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, WHEN YOUR TINY SNOWFLAKES
FLURRY THROUGH THE AIR, YOU AWAKEN OUR SLEEPING SOULS.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, WITH YOUR WILD AND VARIED MOODS,
SO INTENT ON BEING YOURSELF,
YOU REFUSE TO BE A PEOPLE-PLEASER.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, WHEN ICE STORMS
CRUSH OUR HEARTS AND HOMES, YOU CALL FORTH
THE GOOD IN US AS WE RUSH TO HELP ONE ANOTHER.
BLESSED ARE YOU, WINTER, YOUR INCONSISTENT MOODS
OFTEN CHALLENGE SPRING'S ARRIVAL,
YET HOW GRACEFULLY YOU STEP ASIDE
WHEN HER TIME HAS COME.
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