"I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day" by Longfellow

I just wanted to share this because I think it's so beautiful... It may be familiar but it is so full of hope, it is worth sharing anyway. It is written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow during the war, shortly after his second wife died suddenly as a result of injuries after her dress caught on fire.

I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

I thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head:
"There is no peace on earth," I said,
"For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men."
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men."

Till, ringing singing, on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime,
Of peace on earth, good will to men!


sermon notes from Revelation 22:16-17

If a plant is destroyed
but the roots remain
there is yet hope of life
hope of renewal
long is our winter
'i alone am left
and they seek my life
it is over'
"I have preserved the Root
and 7,000 unbowed
faithfully looking"
Israel is dry ground
troubled at the prophecies
who has believed our report?
a Root out of dry ground
God is faithful
He is the source
all along
"What do you think
about the Christ?"
No answer.
God and man
100% plus 100% equals incarnation
born to die.
Stumbling block
purpose and glory
the Consolation of Israel.
This is your Savior!!
The Bright and Morning Star.
Look, you watchmen!
It is still dark
sing on all the same
you see the promise
day shines in your heart
sure hope, unshakable trust
The Morning Star has come
day is coming.
it is coming!



sleepy white butterflies
drifting to rest
snowflakes are like peace
blanket me with your protection
soak into my heart,
beautiful mystery


don't forget

in the craziness of malls at 10
last-minute shopping
and a dozen different recordings of the same song
played within an inch of it's life
when there are obese white-haired men in red suits everywhere

Don't forget
when the red and green appear everywhere
it's only because of the blood that there is any life
when you hear "peace on earth, goodwill to men"
don't forget that peace is only found in one place
and goodwill is not money
When you're driving through snow squalls for the last gift
Remember, you've been given redemption
Worth more than all the money North America spent this December
Which means we are the only ones who can sing about joy and know what we're talking about
And when you're surrounded by light and warmth
don't forget, the light of the world stepped down into your darkness
so you could understand what it all means.


shadows on the wall

shadows on the wall
she doesn't understand
Mommy and Daddy don't know she hears
but she snuggles down
to sleep sound
because the shadows meld into one
The yelling woke her up
she shivers
scared wide awake
trembly fingers in her ears
to block out Mommy's crying
still as a mouse in her little nest
watching the space between the shadows
It is quiet
the bed is empty
because the shadows on the wall have met again
and a new little shadow comes pattering
to see what's in the Book that joins them.

to my soul

be still, my soul
Why are you restless and disquieted?
What's all this murmuring in my heart?
Be quiet!
I don't want to hear it.
Shut, up.
Who do you think you are anyway?
You're annoying, that's what.
You're too loud and complaining, I can't hear anything.
I'm trying to listen to Salvation
to angel songs
to the heartbeat of the cross.
And here you're doing all this whining.
And the pity parties, they've got to stop.
They're keeping me up all hours of the night.
How do you even manage to make so much noise with only three guests?
I've had it with this attitude.
Not another peep out of you.
Got it?



Victory is in the air
it fills my lungs like the clear evening after a snowfall
angel smiles resound their echo in my heart
as I stand on the Rock with the shattered chains in my hand
the song of the sunrise ringing in my ears
The battle is long and weary
but the war has already been won

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