Saturday, November 19, 2011

I Just Want to Say Thank You

        

Lord, too many times I come to you
Crying, Lord, what can you do?
Day after day I make requests unto you
Forgetting about you.
How you have blessed me thus far.
How faithful you are.
I have so much to be thankful for
But I never stop asking for more.
Today, I have no requests or petitions
Just a humble rendition
My praise to impart
With all the reverence in my heart
I just want to kneel in that secret place
And seek your face
I want to give you the praise and honor that you’re due.
Lord, I just want to say thank you.
Thank you for all the days you've allowed me to see
It didn't have to be
Thank you for the hand of mercy
That has kept me safe
Thank you for the awesome grace
That brought me where I am today,
And gives me the strength to face each new day
I don’t want to sit on your mercy seat
I just want to kneel at your feet
With a praise that is fresh and new
Lord, I just want to say thank you.
I don’t want to ask for more.
I have so much to be thankful for.
Today, I have no requests or petitions
Just a humble rendition
Of praise to impart
The reverence in my heart
Lord I want to give all praise to you,
I just want to say, thank you.

Copyright 2011 P. Newman-Harris



Thursday, November 17, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving -Count Your Blessings


I remember the words to an old song,
"Count your blessings, name them one by one"
The words when sung
Didn’t mean much to me at the time
But somehow, they stuck in my mind.
Years have taught me things aren’t always as they seem
A well-ordered life can be raveling at the seams.
The richest man
Can be the poorest man
If he has a beautiful home,
And falls asleep alone
He can have everything money can buy,
But he still has to die.
He can have great wealth,
And be in poor health.
God didn’t have to keep us from hurt, harm and danger.
We could be that homeless stranger
Walking the street
Begging for food to eat.
If we can see the sun rise,
If we can look up and see blue skies,
If we can hear the birds sweet melodies,
Flowing through the trees
If we can still speak,
If we have a job week after week,
If we have some money to spend,
If we have family and friends,
We have something to be thankful for.
Before you ask for more,
Count your blessings,
Name them one by one
Saying thank you for everyone

copyright: Patricia-Newman-Harris


 Count Your Blessings (Lyrics to song)



  • When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed,
    When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
    Count your many blessings name them one by one,
    And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.



    • Count your blessings, name them one by one;
      Count your blessings, see what God hath done;
      Count your blessings, name them one by one,
      And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.
  • Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
    Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
    Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
    And you will be singing as the days go by.



  • When you look at others with their lands and gold,
    Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold.
    Count your many blessings, money cannot buy
    Your reward in heaven, nor your Lord on high.



  • So amid the conflict, whether great or small,
    Do not be discouraged, God is over all;
    Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
    Help and comfort give you to your journey's end.







  • Sunday, November 13, 2011

    Happy Thanksgiving

         Thank You Lord

    I have seen some gray skies and I’ve seen some blue
    There have been days when I didn’t know what to do

    I’ve cried enough tears for you and me
    But I thank God for every day he allows me to see

    Thank you Lord
    Thank you Lord
    I just want to say thank you Lord
    For all you've done for me.

    When the good doesn't outweigh the bad,
    I won't be sad.

    I will still stand
    I will still raise my hands

    I will praise God for each and every blessing he brings
    Being thankful in all things

    For though he brings the rain
    It is he who makes the sun shine again

    This one thing I know
    Because the Bible tells me so

    Every good and perfect gift comes down from the Father of lights
    He will always see me through the dark days and nights

    I praise God I can stand
    I praise him because I can still raise my hands

    I praise God that I can still sing,
    Thank you Lord
    Thank you Lord

    Thank you Lord
    Thank you Lord

    Thank you Lord
    Thank you Lord
    I just want to say thank you Lord
    For all you've done for me.

    Sometimes I like to take my favorite praise song and write my own version.  This one is based on the song  "Thank You Lord"  I couldn't find the version I wanted, but I like this one too.








    

    Friday, November 11, 2011

    Veteran's Day Tribute

    I personally would like to thank all of our Veterans for their sacrifices for our country.  To those who have served, to those who have died, to those who yet live with their battle scars and to those who continue to serve. Thank you.  What price freedom?  It is my personal prayer that one day the wars will end and we will find peace.  It is a dream long fought for and long awaited by the many who yet fight for their inalienable rights.

             
                       When?
      

    Loving one another has been no easy task
    So these questions I ask,
    When will there be peace
    When will hatred cease?
    When will we right our wrongs,
    And learn to get along?
    Man’s biggest mistake
    Has been harboring hate.
    How many must lose their life?
    How many must pay the price?
    When will we take a stand?
    When will we prove we can?
    When will we be free
    From hatred and bigotry?
    When will we conquer the demons inside our head?
    When will we end the bloodshed?
    When will the healing begin?
    The question is when?
    How many must lose their life?
    How many must pay the price
    Before we can stand
    Hand and hand?
    When will there be no weapons of mass destruction to fear
    No heartaches and tears,
    No color bars
    No more wars?
    When will the fighting end?
    When will the healing begin?
    When will there be peace?
    When will hatred cease?
    When will we  look one another in the face
    And feel no disgrace?
    When will the hatred end?
    The question is when?

    copyright P.Newman-Harris
                                                          
    Dedicated to those who are yet on the battlefield for peace.  We pray for your safe and speedy return.


    To all who strive to reach the seemingly Impossible Dream...  


    Sunday, November 6, 2011

    Run Into Your Destiny

    God knows everything about you
    Everything you will do,
    Your successes, your failures,
    Everything you will endure,
    He knows every tear you will cry
    He knows the reasons why
    God has a place in this world
    For every little boy and girl
    He’s given you a dream that only you can see
    He already knows what will be
    He’s aware there will be road blocks
    That will almost keep you from reaching the top
    He knows people will try to convince you that
    You can't do what you want to do,
    But you can make your dreams come true.
    You will fulfill your purpose in the end
    You might not know how or when
    Just know the day will come
    His will shall be done.
    He’s already done everything he could
    To work things out for your good
    He wants you to have a future and a hope
    That is far beyond your scope
    He has instilled in you the passion and fire
    To do those things you desire
    He’s given you a dream only you can see
    He already knows what is to be.
    God has designed a place just for you.
    Has he not said and shall he not do
    All that he said he will do?
    You’ve got to believe
    Believe
    That you can fulfill every purpose
    And every desire he’s designed for you
    He can make your dreams come true
    Just run fast, run free,
    Run straight into your destiny

    copyright by P. Newman-Harris