TOMMY THE TALLEST STEER
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Though not to minimize any insights from Vincent van Gogh, these lyrics reflect Vincent; but, certainly the same in part can be reflected to the beloved Christ Jesus and our beloved Lord.
STARRY, STARRY NIGHT
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— Christ said —
“The Man is like a wise fisherman who cast His net into the sea, He drew it up from the sea full of small fish; among them He found a large and good fish, that wise fisherman, He threw all the small fish down into the sea, He chose the large fish without regret. Whoever has ears to hear let him hear.” — Thomas 2:2
“Again, the Kingdom of heaven is like unto a net, that was cast into the sea, and gathered of every kind: which, when it was full, they drew to shore, and sat down, and gathered the good into vessels, but cast the bad away. So shall it be at the end of the world: the angels shall come forth, and sever the wicked from among the just, and shall cast them into the Furnace of Fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.” — Matthew 13:47-50
Christ's Net
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THE OM DADDY | DANIEL EISENMAN
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The Celts are Israelites Under Another Name
CELTIC SONG
”We unconsciously think that God sees us from above - but he sees us from within."
Gilbert Sesbron.
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LAUGHTER IS THE BEST MEDICINE
Peace and Joy
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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