Acts 4:10-11 Be it known unto you all, and to all the people of Israel, that by the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, whom ye crucified, whom God raised from the dead, even by him doth this man stand here before you whole. This is the stone which was set at nought of you builders, which is become the head of the corner.
IMAGE FOR THE DAY
LYRICS FOR THE WEEK ( A COUPLE FROM THE MURPHYS )
I’m a sailor peg
And I lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails
I lost my leg!
I’m shipping up to Boston whoa
I’m shipping up to Boston whoa
I’m shipping up to Boston whoa
I’m shipping off
To find my wooden leg
I’m a sailor peg
And I lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails
I lost my leg!
I’m shipping up to Boston whoa
I’m shipping up to Boston whoa
I’m shipping up to Boston whoa
I’m shipping off
To find my wooden leg
( I’m Shipping Up To Boston by The Dropkick Murphys and Woody Guthrie )
Well how do you do, young Willy McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while ‘neath the warm summer sun
I’ve been walking all day and I’m nearly done
I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the great fallen in 1916
Well I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean
Willy McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound a death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?
Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart, is your memory enshrined?
And though you died back in 1916
In that faithful heart, you’re forever 19
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed forever behind a glass pane
In an old photograph, torn and battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame
Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound a death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?
Now Willy McBride, I can’t help wondering why
Do those who lie here know why they died
Did they really believe when they answered the cause
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
But the sorrow, the sufferin’, the glory, the pain
The killing and dying were all done in vain
But for Willy McBride, it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again
Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound a death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?
2 Peter 2:1 But there were false prophets also among the people, even as there shall be false teachers among you, who privily shall bring in damnable heresies, even denying the Lord that bought them, and bring upon themselves swift destruction.
Ecclesiastes 3:22 Wherefore I perceive that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his own works; for that is his portion: for who shall bring him to see what shall be after him?
1 Peter 3:15 But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear:
VERSES FOR THE DAY ( HAVE USED SEVERAL TIMES, BUT IT’S A GOOD ONE )
Proverbs 30:24-28There be four things which are little upon the earth, but they are exceeding wise: The ants are a people not strong, yet they prepare their meat in the summer; The conies are but a feeble folk, yet make they their houses in the rocks; The locusts have no king, yet go they forth all of them by bands; The spider taketh hold with her hands, and is in kings’ palaces.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
‘Cause they’re working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
When we’re working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers
The judge said five to ten, but I say double that again
I’m not working for the clampdown
No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall ’cause government’s to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D’you know that you can use it?
The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time, there’s nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don’t owe nothing, so boy get running
It’s the best years of your life they want to steal
You grow up and you calm down
You’re working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown
You’re working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
You made your first kill now
In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown
Yeah I’m working hard in Harrisburg
Working hard in Petersburg
Working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong
Begging to be melted down
Gitalong, gitalong