I Have A Song that Jesus Gave Me ~ Hymn


I Have a Song that Jesus Gave Me

I have a song that Jesus gave me,
It was sent from Heav’n above;
There never was a sweeter melody,
’Tis the melody of love.


In my heart there rings a melody,
There rings a melody with Heaven’s harmony;
In my heart there rings a melody,
There rings a melody of love.

I love the Christ who died on Calv’ry,
For He washed my sins away;
He put within my heart a melody,
And I know it’s there to stay.


’Twill be my endless theme in glory,
With the angels I will sing;
’Twill be a song with glorious harmony,
When the courts of Heaven ring.


Words: Elton M. Roth, 1924.

I’ll be linking up with Kati’s Photo-A-Day Challenge for November 9th with the prompt, “song”.

Seattle Sounders FC, and this Old Gray Mare!


Oh, the old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be,
Ain’t what she used to be, ain’t what she used to be.
The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be,
Many long years ago.
Many long years ago, many long years ago.
The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be,
Many long years ago.

So ellen b. is tard today, really tard. (tard is tired with one syllable). I just had way too much fun yesterday and it wiped me out. I had my Bible Study Table over for an English Tea at 11:00. Walked with Willow at 2:30. Went to Ventura with Dear at 4:30 for dinner and a soccer game at 7:00. Got home with the light of the moon. So much fun takes it’s toll these days.

I’ll post more about the tea another day with recipes for the things that worked well. But let’s get to my other passion…SOCCER! I learned to love soccer when my boys played. Some people find soccer/futbol boring but not me. I love to see the plays progress and that golden moment when everything connects just right and the ball goes into the net!

Seattle got it’s very own MLS team this year and the Seattle Sounders F.C. are training in Ventura right now and playing some pre-season games. My son Josh called to let me know that they would be playing in Ventura last night just 20 minutes away from us. We bought tickets on line and headed out to Ventura last night to see them play. Dear and I decided to have dinner at Ferraro’s, an Italian Restaurant that has been in Ventura a long time and one we used to go to in the mid 80’s when we lived in Ventura. We are trying to figure out how they make their meatballs so soft, they melt in your mouth. We decided to have Chianti instead of Burgundy because we’d probably cheer for an Italian soccer team before the French team. :0) Just checking to see if you’re still reading this. It was fun to see a game in person again. It’s been a long time. We spotted one other Seattle fan with a jersey on and did our high fives and cheered together. Seattle won 6-1, so we got to see a lot of great goals scored and I’ve picked out two favorite players so far…#17 and #19.

But here I am today, tard, just plain old tard, but happy!

Photobucket is holding all my photos I stored with them from 2007-2015 hostage unless I pay them a lot of money. I’m slowly cleaning up many posts from this time period and deleting their ugly grey and black boxes with a ransom request. Such a time consuming bother.

The Love of God ~ Hymn


The Love of God

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.


O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.

When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.


Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.


ht: Cyberhymnal

Words: Fred­er­ick M. Leh­man; he wrote this song in 1917 in Pas­a­de­na, Cal­i­fornia, and it was pub­lished in Songs That Are Dif­fer­ent, Vol­ume 2, 1919. The lyr­ics are based on the Jew­ish poem Had­da­mut, writ­ten in Ara­ma­ic in 1050 by Meir Ben Isaac Ne­hor­ai, a can­tor in Worms, Ger­ma­ny; they have been trans­lat­ed in­to at least 18 lang­uages.

One day, dur­ing short in­ter­vals of in­at­ten­tion to our work, we picked up a scrap of pa­per and, seat­ed up­on an emp­ty le­mon box pushed against the wall, with a stub pen­cil, add­ed the (first) two stan­zas and chor­us of the song…Since the lines (3rd stan­za from the Jew­ish po­em) had been found pen­ciled on the wall of a pa­tient’s room in an in­sane asy­lum af­ter he had been car­ried to his grave, the gen­er­al opin­ion was that this in­mate had writ­ten the epic in mo­ments of san­ity.

Frederick M. Lehman, “History of the Song, The Love of God,” 1948