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Anyone who knows Princess Bride (AKA The Best Movie of all Time) knows that the title of this post is the second part of the title of my last post which means (drumroll please) MORE RANDOM POEMS :) Here goes. . .

The Deeps

Verse 1
Give me a deeper
A deeper dread of sin
Give me a deeper
Repentance within
Help me sin to flee
And resolve in my heart
To be Thine alone
Set apart for Thee

Chorus
Plow deep in me great Lord
Break the stoney soil of my heart
Plant Thy roots of grace in me
Never to depart
Give me a deeper need of Thee

Verse 2
Give me a deeper
A deeper trust in Thee
Help me to lose myself
And be found in Thee
Give me a deeper
Knowledge of my King
Master, Saviour, Lord
You're everything

Verse 3
Give me a deeper
A deeper time of prayer
Give me a deeper
Faith to know You're there
Help me in Your Word
To taste sweet delight
And for Your Truth to hunger
Day and night.

Cabin Clean-up :)
(First Poem at Otyokwah)
Twas the first day of camp
At a brand new place
And there seemed to be some shock
Without drawers in the space.

So to make sure you all know
What we inspectors inspect
We thought we'd write a poem
Telling you what we expect

Dirty clothes bags should be stowed
Not hung, but under beds
Either line your shoes by the bunks
Or in a design be creative use your heads

Bags should be zipped up
And wet towels should be outside
But don't leave them out forever
Bring them in when they have dried

Your beds should all be made
That you should already know
Lights should be turned off
And garbage emptied before you go

If there's a wrapper on the floor
You should throw it away
But since vacumns are scarce
Tiny stuff won't ruin your day

And one more thing to add
A brand new rule today
In the bathrooms nothing should be left
Or it will be taken away

To get anything back from us
You'll have to beg and plead
So putting your stuff away
Will save you some trauma indeed

(The Great Mouse Caper- To the tune of We Three Kings)
The Senior boys in Cabin Red
About these guys what can be said
They left a note about their pet's weight
I should have ran then,
But I walked in their gate

A bed unmade was what I saw first
I hoped that it would be the worst
Alas these boys had torture in store
The likes of which this inspector
Had not seen before
OOOOH-OOOOOH
I looked behind that wooden board
Then yelled and ran back out the door
Those boys thought it would be a delight
To leave a dead mouse to give me a fright.

Eyes to See Your Praises

Verse 1
When I look into a sunset
Standing by the ocean shore
When I hear the waves crashing
Let me praise You more and more
In the wonders of creation
Let me see Your awesome power
Give me eye to see Your praises
And the blessings that You shower

Chorus
Give me eyes to see
All You do for me
Give me lips to sing Your praise
Let me delight in You
Live my life for You
Glorify You all my days
All my days

Verse 2
When I was against You
Lord You chose to break my heart
You sent Your Son to sacrifice
Forgiveness to impart
In the mercy of redemption
Let me see Your loving hand
Give me eyes to see Your praises
Be the Rock on which I stand

Verse 3
On the days when I am weary
Lord You give me peace and rest
When I don't understand it
You're still doing what is best
And in my storms and struggles
Let me see Your sovereignty
Give me eyes to see Your praises
And a heart that trusts in Thee

Verse 4
When I gaze into Your glory
No more sin to cloud my view
When I stand there in Your presence
Fill my voice with praises new
And in the realms of heaven
Let me see You face to face
Give me eyes to see Your praises
Let me revel in Your Grace

Stop that rhyming I mean it!!

Ok so if you know me at all you probably know I'm a bit obsessed with rhyming. I like writing poetry,rewritting song lyrics and all that jazz. I've never really had much of this written in the same location and since some of it is stuff I'd like to be able to find again I'm going to start loading it here. If you like random rhymes then enjoy, if you don't feel free to ignore. Here's a start:

To the tune of Kung Fu Fighting:
Everybody is chip, chip dipping
Real food we will be skipping
And our pants just might be ripping
Cause for dip we'll all be flipping

The Benefits of You

Verse 1
So often I forgot
What God has done for me
I look around and only
See the enemy
The wind and waves come crashing down
And my heart dissolve with fear
If only I'd remember
That my Lord is near

Chorus
Let me not forget
The benefits of You
Jesus heal my heart
And forgive my sins anew
And when the rain comes pouring down
And I don't know what to do
Lord please let me not
Forget the benefits of you

Verse 2
Oh Lord you have saved me
From the pit my soul redeemed
Given love and mercy
More than I had dreamed
You hold Your anger
Back from me
And love me as Your child
Oh help me Lord to not forget
That on me You have smiled

Verse 3
Though I am weak like grass
By the wind I'm torn away
Your covenant will last
And Your love on me will stay
Oh may I bless You Lord
With all that is in me
Oh may I bless You Lord
For all eternity

Shaken not Stirred

So yesterday was my church's Ladies Christmas Party. I've got to say it is probably my favorite event of the holiday season. When else do almost all the ladies of the church get together for fun and fellowship? What a delight!! This year was no exception. Before braving the winter cold I spent the day at home trying to make Flan. Being a culinary novice it was more of an adventure than it should have been. I learned that sticking your finger into boiling caramel is not only dumb its painful (Don't try it at home kids), but after starting over once, then breaking the Flan in half, and piecing it back together again I was set to go.

I was very thankful to carpool over to the party. Not only is carpooling one of the best things ever!! Laura's snow tires are so much better than my "we may be completely flat at any moment because we hate you" tires. Ok maybe my tires are inatimate object not capable of hating me, but sometimes it seems like they do.

The party itself consisted in a buffet of incredible food since the cooks at my church are second to none, music including a flute duet which made me wonder if it would be possible to sing Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silent as a round because they played a verse that way and it was lovely. There was also a devotion that really hit home.

The speaker talked about Mary's response to the announcement that she would bear a Son conceived by the Holy Spirit and how her response revealed what was in her heart. She challenged us to think on how we would've responded and how we do respond when we're shaken in this life? How do we respond to the stresses that come in and press us? She brought out a minature well and asked us if the bucket was lowered into the well what would it draw out. The first response was (you guessed it) Water!! To which responded "What else?" so the guessing continued "Mud" "Leaves" "Dirt" "Dead Bugs" (that was mine:) "Dead frogs" Before the guessing descended any further into the realms of "gross things you find in wells" She asked how would we sum all of that up and the answer was "Whatever is in the well" Whatever is in the well will come out of it. It was a great visual of "Out of the depths of the heart the mouth speaks." When we are shaken whatever is in us is what will come out.

I was definetely challenged by this thought. So often my responses do not show a heart that loves the Lord and loves my neighbor, but a heart that loves my own way. I grumble and complain when I should be full of thanksgiving and joy. Instead of seeing my responses as they really are, sinful out pourings from a sinful heart, I try and excuse them by saying things like " Its just stress" The stress isn't the cause, the stress just reveals what is already there. So what's the cure. A change of the heart and no one changes the heart but the Lord of the heart? As the Psalmist writes "Create in me a clean heart Oh God and renew a right spirit within me!"

Following the Fad

So as I'm sure you can tell from my posts so far I am not a good Blogger. However blogging seems to picking up steam among my friends and I figured "Hey why not try again." So here I am months from my last post, don't get your hopes up because I may not post again for another 7 months :) I like reading friend's Blogs because it wouldn't be a stretch to say that I'm straight up nosy I want to know where people are, what they're doing, how their lives are going. I've told people in the past I stalk because I care :)

These past few months since my last Blog have been a whirlwind. There have been exceedingly good times and times when it's seemed like the world was crashing down at my feet. Through it all though my thoughts and emotions have gone to every extreme there has been one constant, the Lord. Though sometimes His presence has seemed distant and out of reach He is still as the Psalmist writes "An ever present help in time of trouble."

Here's a passage from the book this Blog was named for that has helped me really consider the reality of God's Love. It come at a point when Katy (the writer) has been struggling with a tremendous heart break and goes to see her Pastor (Dr Cabot) not even knowing why she goes:

"I am very glad to see you, my dear child," he said.
I had intended to be very dignified and cold. As if I was going to have any Dr Cabots undertaking to sympathize with me! But those few kind words just upset me and I began to cry.
"You would not speak so kindly," I got out at last, "if you knew what a dreadful creature I am. I am angry with myself, and angry with everybody, and angry with God. I can't be good two minutes at a time. I do everything I do not want to do, and do nothing I try and pray to do. Everybody plagues me and tempts me. And God does not answer any of my prayers and I am just desperate."
"Poor child!" he said, in a low voice, as if to himself. "Poor, heart-sick, tired child, that cannot see what I can see, that it's Father's loving arms are all about it!"
I stopped crying, to strain my ears to listen. He went on-
"Katy, all that you say may be true. I daresay it is. But God loves you. He loves you."
"He loves me," I repeated to myself. "He loves me. Oh, Dr Cabot, if I could believe that! If I could believe that after all the promises I have broken, all the foolish, wrong things I have done, and shall always be doing, God perhaps still loves me!"
"You may be sure of it," he said solemnly. "I, his minister, bring the gospel to you today. Go home and say over and over to yourself, 'I am a wayward, foolish child. But He loves me! I have disobeyed and grieved Him ten thousand times. But He loves me! I have lost faith in some of my dearest freinds and am very desolate. But He loves me! I do not love Him, I am even angry with Him! But He loves me!"
I came away, and all the way home I fought this battle with myself, saying, "He loves me!" I knelt down to pray, and all my wasted, childish, wicked life came and stared me in the face. I looked at it, and said with tears of joy "But He loves me!" Never in my life did I feel so rested, so quieted, so sorrowful, and yet so satidfied."