Oh, what songs of the heartWe shall sing all the day,When again we assemble at home,When we meet ne'er to partWith the blest o'er the way,There no more from our loved ones to roam!When we meet ne'er to part,Oh, what songs of the heartWe shall sing in our beautiful home.
Tho our rapture and blissThere's no song can express,We will shout, we will sing o'er and o'er,As we greet with a kiss,And with joy we caressAll our loved ones that passed on before;As we greet with a kiss,In our rapture and bliss,All our loved ones that passed on before.
Oh, the visions we'll seeIn that home of the blest,There's no word, there's no thought can impart,But our rapture will beAll the soul can attest,In the heavenly songs of the heart;But our rapture will beIn the vision we'll seeBest expressed in the songs of the heart.
Oh, what songs we'll employ!Oh, what welcome we'll hear!While our transports of love are complete,As the heart swells with joyIn embraces most dearWhen our heavenly parents we meet!As the heart swells with joy,Oh, what songs we'll employ,When our heavenly parents we meet!
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Friday the Thirteenth
I am not a triskaidekaphobe by any means, nevertheless, a friend of mine had a very bad Friday the thirteenth. This is for my friend: