Hi, all you kind folks in Readership Land.
Fall is upon us and winter is trying to rush in. Mercy! Time for cocoa and “marshmellowers” that get stuck in “me toothers!” Yummies in “me tummies.”
In my scrampin’ about one evening, I came across youngin’s voices singin’.
The voices were coming from the RCHS Choral Department at the Laughlin Center. Oh, “me wiskers” got to twitchin’ and “me toes” got to tappin’! Then, such movin’ words came from these youngin’s. Such richness in male voices and “me eyes” got “leaky” as I heard the words of “ Blades of Grass and Pure White Stones.” In “me eyes” mind I could see the green grass wavin’ and the rows of pure white stones in the vastness in Arlington Cemetery and others, where lay the dear departed souls of servicemen and women.
These youngin’s were paying tribute to veterans and I caught a glimpse that one day those words would echo again for a few of those youngin’s.
That evening for a little church mouse was a moving one, as I also heard combined voices as they sang, “ Praise The Lord.” Mercy!, kind folks, guess who penned this hymn? None other than George Frederic Handel (1685-1759), composer of the “Messiah” (1741). Awesome! The words that are penned I wonder how this composer of such great works came to pen. I am thankful he did. The chorus goes; “Praise the Lord. He can work through those who praise Him.” “Praise the Lord. For our God inhabits praise”. “Praise the Lord. For the chains that seem to bind you. Serve only to remind you that they drop powerless behind you. When you praise Him.”
“Praise the Lord! Praise, O servants of the Lord, Praise the name of the Lord !” Psalm 113: 1 NKJV
Kind folks, please remember the local food pantries this Thanksgiving and Christmas and donate in whatever way you can. They’re such good and kind folks.
Until the next time.
Blessings, Angel The Church Mouse