Matthew 25:32-33And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats: And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
I think I know now what’s making me sad
It’s a yearnin’ for my own back yard
I realize maybe I was wrong to leave
Better swallow up my silly country pride
Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Going home, and I’m running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born
When the weather’s better and the rails unfreeze
And the wind don’t whistle ’round my knees
I’ll put on my weddin’ suit and catch the evening train
I’ll be home before the milk’s upon the door
Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Going home, and I’m running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born
But if anything should happen and my plans go wrong
Should I stray to the house on the hill
Let it be known that my intentions were good
I’d be singing in my alley if I could
And if I’m called away and it’s my turn to go
Should the blood run cold in my veins
Just one favor I’ll be asking of you
Don’t bury me here, it’s too cold
Take me back, carry me back
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Take me back, won’t you carry me home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Take me back, carry me back
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Take me back, carry me back
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Take me back, carry me back
Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
( Gasoline Alley by Rod Stewart and Ron Wood )
(WITH SOME SLIDE GUITAR FROM RONNIE ON AROUND THE PLYNTH REPRISE )
Jeremiah 17:7-8 Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit.
Colossians 2:8 Beware lest any man spoil you through philosophy and vain deceit, after the tradition of men, after the rudiments of the world, and not after Christ.
Luke 14:31-32Or what king, going to make war against another king, sitteth not down first, and consulteth whether he be able with ten thousand to meet him that cometh against him with twenty thousand? Or else, while the other is yet a great way off, he sendeth an ambassage, and desireth conditions of peace.
Luke 4:8 And Jesus answered and said unto him, Get thee behind me, Satan: for it is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve.
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.
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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?