Isaiah 1:7 Your country is desolate, your cities are burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
IMAGES FOR THE DAY ( BEING BORN SOMEWHERE DOESNT’ NECESSARILY CHANGE WHO OR WHAT YOU ARE )
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
If you smile at me I will understand ‘Cause that is something Everybody everywhere does in the same language I can see by your coat, my friend you’re from the other side There’s just one thing I got to know Can you tell me please who won? Say can I have some of your purple berries? Yes, I’ve been eating them For six or seven weeks now haven’t got sick once Probably keep us both alive
Wooden ships on the water very free and easy Easy, you know the way it’s supposed to be Silver people on the shoreline let us be Talkin’ ’bout very free and easy
Horror grips us as we watch you die All we can do is echo your anguished cries Stare as all human feelings die We are leaving, you don’t need us
Aaaah … Go take your sister then by the hand Lead her away from this foreign land Far away where we might laugh again We are leaving, you don’t need us
And it’s a fair wind Blowin’ warm out of the south over my shoulder Guess I’ll set a course and go
( Wooden Ships by David Crosby, Paul Kantner, and Stephen Stills )
VERSE FOR THE DAY ( BUILD YOUR HOUSE ON ROCK AND NOT SAND AS THE BIBLE SAYS. IN OTHER WORDS, BE PREPARED )
Matthew 7:25 And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.
IMAGE FOR THE DAY ( IMAGE COURTESY OF JOSHUA STYLMAN’S SUBSTACK )
Proverbs 8:14 Counsel is mine, and sound wisdom: I am understanding; I have strength.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
Finished with my woman ’cause she couldn’t help me with my mind
People think I’m insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
Oh yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find
I can’t see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it’s too late
(Paranoid byO. Osbourne, W. Ward, G. Butler, T. Iommi )
1 Thessalonians 2:14-15For ye, brethren, became followers of the churches of God which in Judaea are in Christ Jesus: for ye also have suffered like things of your own countrymen, even as they have of the Jews: Who both killed the Lord Jesus, and their own prophets, and have persecuted us; and they please not God, and are contrary to all men:
Job 38:2-3 Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me.
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LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
I’m a piece of work, I’m iron and lace
I’m shy right up there in your face
I’m all dumbfounded, stubborn as an ass
Sharp as an arrow in a pile of glass
I’m a sweetheart, genius, restless jerk
Lord have mercy, I’m a piece of work
Well, the Lord made me on a long thin limb
Made sure I’d remember him
Or her in the middle of a long dark night
Creation crazy, death sheet white
Made in the image of a lion shocked lamb
I am who the hell I am
Never better, bad or worse
Down to the letter, I’m a piece of work
I’m a piece of work, I’m an angel’s fiend
Bathed in lavender and gasoline
Scared, brave, shallow in an ink black well
Lightly browned in the fires of hell
Wicked, holy, full-on fake
Best known for my big mistake
I’m a Zen, wise, peaceful, gone berserk
Good God Almighty, I’m a piece of work
I’m a dreadful sight and I just don’t care
Spent all morning pulling out my hair
Woke at dawn with a crazy spin
Half the day trying to glue back in
Mother, Bloody (Mary please)
(Wipe that smile right off of your knees)
I’m a CEO of the mailroom clerks
(Lord have mercy, what a piece of work)
I’m a piece of work, I’m a lovesick boy
Cloth cap, caviar and corduroy
All over the map, just lost in space
With a filthy mind and a choir boy’s face
Heels up, head down, straight on through
Watch out, woman, I’ma get to you
I’m a gladiator with a mind to irk
Good God Almighty, I’m a piece of work
(I’m a piece of work)
I’m a piece of work
(I’m a piece of work)
Isaiah 59:15 Yea, truth faileth; and he that departeth from evil maketh himself a prey: and the Lord saw it, and it displeased him that there was no judgment.
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BONUS VIDEO ( George Carlin – It’s A BIG Club & You Ain’t In It! )
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
Well there’s floodin’ down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down Well there’s floodin’ down in Texas All of the telephone lines are down And I’ve been tryin’ to call my baby Lord and I can’t get a single sound
Well dark clouds are rollin’ in Man I’m standin’ out in the rain Well dark clouds are rollin’ in Man I’m standin’ out in the rain Yeah flood water keep a rollin’ Man it’s about to drive poor me insane
Well I’m leavin’ you baby Lord and I’m goin’ back home to stay Well I’m leavin’ you baby Lord and I’m goin’ back home to stay Well back home are no floods or tornados Baby and the sun shines every day
( Texas Flood by Larry Davis and Joseph Wade Scott )
Deuteronomy 24:19 When thou cuttest down thine harvest in thy field, and hast forgot a sheaf in the field, thou shalt not go again to fetch it: it shall be for the stranger, for the fatherless, and for the widow: that the Lord thy God may bless thee in all the work of thine hands.