Dear Lord please bless me with the wisdom
To understand my husband
Dear Lord please give me love in my heart
To forgive my man
Dear Lord please grant me the patience
To tolerate his funny ways
But Lord don’t give me the strength
Or I’ll kill him one day
Yeshua, you are
Our
hope of salvation
Dying
for us
Our
hope of glory
Living
in us
Yeshua,
you are
Our
hope for the future
Living
for you
Our
hope for redemption
Alive
in you
Dorothy spinster of this parish
With
her sister taught Sunday school
For
over fifty years
Both
good Methodists and good Christians
Their
lives dedicated to the church
To
ensure the future of their church
Dorothy
left a large bequest to the church
The
church sought to honor a good woman
And
dedicated in her name
A
room within the church
For
ever to be named after her
At a catholic school at lunch time one day
As The children queued up in an orderly way
The first thing that confronted the pupils
On the end of the counter was a large pile of apples
By
the apples a nun had written a note saying
“Take only ONE because God is watching.”
As they made their way along the counter
The
canteen rang out with childish laughter
Chocolate chip cookies stood in a large pile
With
a label which made them all smile
A child had written a note for the pupils,
“Take all you want. God is watching the apples.”
One day many years in the past
A young monk arrived at
a monastery.
To assist other monks
with the canon and laws
By making hand written copies
But he notices very quickly
That all of us are copying
from copies,
And not from the original
texts
So he goes to the Abbott
with a query
He tells the Abbott of
his concern
That any error in the
first copy
No matter how small it may
be
Would be duplicated in
each subsequent copy
The abbot says to the boy
“We have been doing it
for centuries
Copying from the copies
But you have a good
point, sonny.”
The abbot goes down to the dark caves
To the archives beneath the monastery
where the original manuscripts are held
Kept locked in a vault
for safety
Hours go by and nobody sees the abbot
he misses his meals and prayers
The young monk gets
worried
And goes to look for him
downstairs
He finds him banging his
head on a wall
Wailing, “We missed the “R”
His forehead is bloody and bruised
And the boy thinks that
will leave a scar
The young monk asks the
abbot,
“What's wrong?” why do you create
Crying the Abbott replies,
God didn’t say
You must circumcise your children
God didn’t
say
You can have ten wives
God didn’t say
You mustn’t use a condom
God didn’t
say
You must pray five times a day
God didn’t say
My priests can’t marry
God didn’t
say
Woman must be covered at all times
God didn’t
say
You cannot divorce
God didn’t
say
Divorcees cannot remarry in church
God didn’t
say
You must remove your shoes in my house
God didn’t
say
You must kill the infidel
God didn’t
say
There is only one church
God didn’t
say
You must ritually wash your feet
Man said
these things
These rules were made by men
To the tune of “The gypsy girls dream” (I Dreamt That I Dwelt in Marble Halls)
From
an opera The Bohemian Girl composed by Michael William Balfe.
Oh
God in heaven Lord above all
Looks
upon us with grace
He
is with us when we triumph
He
is with us when we fail
And
when the time comes and I join him on high
I
will touch his loving face
Oh
God in heaven Lord above all
Watch
and protect us until that day
Please
watch us, protect us, until that day
God
save us, Lord save us until that day
Oh
god in heaven always loves us
Even
when we may stray
He
will support us and guide us
as through life we navigate
And
when the time comes and I join him on high
I
will take His loving hand
Oh
God in heaven Lord above all
Watch
and protect us until that day
Please
watch us, protect us, until that day
God
save us, Lord save us until that day
