Sunday, September 19, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Grandpa

It is the song of Moses that my heart sings with joy each day.
I ask to be more like him each time I pause to pray.
It was old Humble Moses who stood on Holy land,
Witness to the hand of God up on the seed of Abraham.
A prophet of his holiness, safe in his Master's grace,
Reciever of the Covenant, God knew him face to face.
I would like to stand like Moses before my fellow man
And lead each and everyone to the promise land.
When their souls are held in bondage and their heads are bowed
in woe, to plead unto their captor, oh, let my people go.
Yes, let me live like Moses to await my Lords, command,
And when God calls my name,
I'll say Yes, Lord, here I am.
It was ole humble Moses, who climbed the mountain so high,
Looking from mountain that reached into the sky.
Then let me die like Moses when it's time for me to go,
Looking from the mountain upon the land below,
That flows with milk and honey, for God has made it so.
written by Richard Rushing

I love you & still miss you, grandpa!
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Karate
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