Friday, April 30, 2010

The Purple Cow

Today is the last day of April so it is also the last day of National Poetry Month. Here is another favorite poem of mine. Not just because of the words but because of the memories it brings back.

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My Grandmother always liked the poem The Purple Cow by Gelett Burgess and got me and my cousin, Alec, to commit it to memory. It was one of the first poems that I memorized and I still can recite it from memory. When ever I hear/read/think about this poem I think of Gammy.


The Purple Cow
by Gelett Burgess

I never saw a purple cow;
I never hope to see one;
but I can tell you anyhow;
I'd rather see than be one!


Several months ago I was looking for another poem to memorize for school and I can across this poem that Gelett Burgess wrote about his poem The Purple Cow:

Ah, yes, I wrote the "Purple Cow"—
I'm Sorry, now, I wrote it;
But I can tell you Anyhow
I'll Kill you if you Quote it!

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior

***Normaly I would just put the refrain once when posting a hymn but the words are so good that I thought I would put them after every verse this time.

Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior
words by Fanny Crosby

Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

Refrain:
Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief,
Kneeling there in deep contrition;
Help my unbelief.

Refrain:
Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

Trusting only in Thy merit,
Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by Thy grace.

Refrain:
Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

Thou the Spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in Heav’n but Thee?

Refrain:
Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

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Do not pass by Your servant. ~ Genesis 18:3

Saturday, April 24, 2010

A Book

April is National Poetry Month.

This is the last Saturday in April so it is also the last poem I will be posting in honor of National Poetry Month. It has been fun! The other poems I have posted are as follows:

April 3 - The Lamb by William Blake

April 10 - The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

April 17 - How Do I Love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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A Book
by Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

Sunday, April 18, 2010

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Words at­trib­ut­ed to Ber­nard of Clair­vaux
trans­lat­ed from La­tin to German by Paul Ger­hardt
and from La­tin to Eng­lish James W. Al­ex­and­er

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.

What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.

Men mock and taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance,
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance.
How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn!

Now from Thy cheeks has vanished their color once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there.
Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife.

My burden in Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot;
Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!

What language shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.

My Shepherd, now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine.
Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine.
Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love;
Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above.

Here I will stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part;
O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart,
When soul and body languish in death’s cold, cruel grasp,
Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.

The joy can never be spoken, above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide.
O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee.

My Savior, be Thou near me when death is at my door;
Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore!
When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!

Be Thou my consolation, my shield when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.

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They…twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on His head.
Matthew 27:28-29

Saturday, April 17, 2010

How Do I Love Thee

April is National Poetry Month.

Every Saturday in the month of April I am going to post a poem on my blog in honor of National Poetry Month. So far I have posted:

April 3 - The Lamb by William Blake

April 10 - The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

A Birthday Sister

My little sister is nine! How time flies.

Happy Birthday, Bekah!

Bekah, me, and Kristin

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

How do people make it through life without a sister?
~Sara Corpening

A sister is a forever friend.
~Author Unknown

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Blessed Assurance

Thanks to my dear friend Kate for bringing this hymn to my attention. Such beautiful words!

Blessed Assurance
by Fanny Crosby

Bless├Ęd assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

Refrain

This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long.

Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels descending bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Refrain

Perfect submission, all is at rest
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

Refrain
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Let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith.
Hebrews 10:21-22

Saturday, April 10, 2010

National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month.

Every Saturday in the month of April I am going to post a poem on my blog in honor of National Poetry Month. So far I have posted:

April 3 - The Lamb by William Blake

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The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Tutorial: How to Make a Yo-yo in 5 Easy Steps

Several years ago I learned how to make fabric yo-yos. They are easy to do (and learn) and I find that they are a nice project to do while watching a movie. I decided recently to make my own tutorial on how to make them.

1. Pick out some fabric. The nice thing about this project is that you can use fabric remnants. If you have just a little bit of a certain fabric left you can finish it up and it can be of some use. I have even used bits of old loved clothing. (see picture 1)

2. Take a round object and trace it only your chosen fabric. To make the traditional sized yo-yo (2 inches diameter when finished) use a CD for a pattern, but you can use a round juice glass and Bekah even tried using a spool one time to make a yo-yo you can see only using a magnifying glass. (Well, maybe not that small. :-) Turn your fabric to the wrong side and trace the circle with a pen or pencil. Then take your sewing scissors and cut the circle out. (see picture 1)

picture 1


3. Sewing the yo-yo. Keeping the wrong side of the circle facing upward, fold the edges of the circle down about ¼ inch (I judge with this) to touch the wrong side. Sew along the edge folding the fabric down as you go. (see picture 2)

picture 2


4. Gather the yo-yo in. When you have sewn the whole way around back to the starting point, gently pull the thread until there is only a tiny hole in the center of the fabric. (see picture 3)

picture 3


5. Knot the end. And VOILA! You’ve finished your first yo-yo! (see picture 4)

picture 4

Projects to do with your finished yo-yos.

  • Quilts. Yo-yo quilts are beautiful but you have to really want one to have one to do this because it takes a gazillion yo-yos!
  • Pillows. Pillows are much easier. Sew each yo-yo together and then onto a pillow cover or sew them right on it.
  • Table scarf or runner. Sew the yo-yos together either tightly together so that there are only small holes in between (see picture 5) or loosely so that there are diamonds shaped holes in between (see picture 6).
  • Sew them onto clothing. Make them flowers on shirts by adding stems and leaves. (Makes nice gifts for little girls.) Put them on shoes for a decorative touch. A bunch of three on your purse adds some spice.
  • Coasters. By sewing small yo-yos around a big yo-yo you have created a cute coaster. (Thanks for the idea, Kristin! And for a set of my very own.)
  • Christmas tree ornaments. By attaching some thread and tying a knot you have some perfect Christmas ornaments to go on the big tree or on a tabletop.
  • Doll Pillows. These make perfect doll house people sized pillows for beds and chairs. Or use a dinner plate for a pattern and make a larger pillow.
  • There are always new ideas. If you have an idea or project to do with yo-yos leave a comment telling what it is.

picture 5

picture 6





(If you have any questions then please feel free to leave a comment telling me what your question is and I will do my best to answer it.)

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Christ the Lord is Risen Today

A joyous Resurrection Sunday to my readers!
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Christ the Lord Is Risen Today
stanzas 1-7 by Charles Wesley
stanzas 8-10 by Unknown

Christ, the Lord, is risen today, Alleluia!
Sons of men and angels say, Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Sing, ye heavens, and earth, reply, Alleluia!

Love’s redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
Fought the fight, the battle won, Alleluia!
Lo! the Sun’s eclipse is over, Alleluia!
Lo! He sets in blood no more, Alleluia!

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Alleluia!
Christ hath burst the gates of hell, Alleluia!
Death in vain forbids His rise, Alleluia!
Christ hath opened paradise, Alleluia!

Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
Once He died our souls to save, Alleluia!
Where thy victory, O grave? Alleluia!

Soar we now where Christ hath led, Alleluia!
Following our exalted Head, Alleluia!
Made like Him, like Him we rise, Alleluia!
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies, Alleluia!

Hail, the Lord of earth and Heaven, Alleluia!
Praise to Thee by both be given, Alleluia!
Thee we greet triumphant now, Alleluia!
Hail, the resurrection, thou, Alleluia!

King of glory, Soul of bliss, Alleluia!
Everlasting life is this, Alleluia!
Thee to know, Thy power to prove, Alleluia!
Thus to sing and thus to love, Alleluia!

Hymns of praise then let us sing, Alleluia!
Unto Christ, our heavenly King, Alleluia!
Who endured the cross and grave, Alleluia!
Sinners to redeem and save. Alleluia!

But the pains that He endured, Alleluia!
Our salvation have procured, Alleluia!
Now above the sky He’s King, Alleluia!
Where the angels ever sing. Alleluia!

Jesus Christ is risen today, Alleluia!
Our triumphant holy day, Alleluia!
Who did once upon the cross, Alleluia!
Suffer to redeem our loss. Alleluia!

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The angel said to the women, ‘Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, Who was crucified. He is not here; He has risen, just as He said.’
Matthew 28:5-6

Saturday, April 3, 2010

The Lamb

**The next day John seeth Jesus coming unto him, and saith, Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world!
-John 1:29**

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The Lamb
by William Blake

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!