Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Come, Ye Sinners

This is one of my all-time favorite hymns. I love Fernando Ortega's rendition with Amy Grant. It's beautiful. Here it is:

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.

I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.

Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.

Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all.

I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.

View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies.
On the bloody tree behold Him;
Sinner, will this not suffice?

Lo! The incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude.

I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
In the arms of my dear Savior,
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.

However, they left out one of my favorite verses:

Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.

How amazing is that? All we need to do is to know that we need Him. And, He is the one that gives us the grace to realize that! He does everything! I love believing in a Sovereign God and Saviour. :)

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Silly siblings

This evening, my brother and sisters were helping me prepare the craft for my 2-year-old nursery class that I teach every other Friday. The theme this week is "Jesse Bear, What Will You Wear?" and so we were tracing and cutting out little bears, little shirts, and little pants. Well, I messed up the eyes of one of the bears, but instead of tossing it, Keith and Erin decided to have some fun with it. Here's the sad result:


The bear on the left is the poor bear with the makeover, while the one on the right is what it should look like when my little nursery children finish their craft. Sunglasses, armpit hair, what was supposed to be a mohawk, eyebrows, and a barely visible belly button are the lovely additions that Erin and Keith came up with. In fact, worst of all of those, is one you can't see. A tiny "B" under the left armpit, and a tiny "O" under the right armpit. Nasty. They named him "Bob, the BO Bear. Yuck. And yes, they were nearly dying of laughter.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Alliteration

Keith, Amy, Erin, and I came up with this lovely alliteration this evening. Can you think of anything to add?

Because a big beautiful, blue, butterfly* bit me on the butt, my bitten bottom's big, bruised, blistered, and burns bad when I sit on the beach watching belugas blow and bouyant, burly, boats battle on the bays of Brazil.

Can you guess the letter we repeated? Try reading it out loud. It sounds funnier. :)


*Yeah, not sure the last time a butterfly bit someone's behind, but it made for a sillier sentence. See, it's addictive! I can't stop!