There is a Green Hill

I remember this hymn from my school days. We always used to sing this hymn in Church at Easter. It  is a truly wonderful hymn.

Mrs Alexander was the daughter of a major and the wife of a bishop. She was a tireless visitor, going from cottage to cottage in all weathers, supporting her husband’s work in his diocese in Northern Ireland.

This hymn, dating from before her marriage, was written at the bedside of a child who was ill. The profits from Hymns for Little Children, where it first appeared in print, went to a school for deaf and dumb children in Londonderry. And Mendelssohn’s friend, William Horsley, who wrote the famous tune, was organist for eighteen years at a home for orphan girls in London.

The girl for whom the words were written recovered from her illness, and always regarded the hymn as especially hers, even when she grew up. Its greatness lies in the fact that so many other adults have done the same.

There is a green hill far away
Outside the city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

He died that we may be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.

We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains he had to bear,
But we believe it was for us
He sung and suffered there.

There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.

O dearly, dearly has he loved,
And we must love Him too,
Amd trus in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do

With many peaceful blessings


Dear God

I know you’re watching over me
And I’m feeling truly blessed
For no matter what I pray for
You always know what’s best!

I have this circle of E-mail friends,
Who mean a lot to me;
Somedays I “send” and”send,”
At other times, I let them be.

I am so blessed to have these friends,
With whom I’ve grown so close;
So this little poem I dictate to them,
Because to me they are the “Most”!

When I see each name download,
And view the message they’ve sent;
I know they’ve thought of me that day,
And “well wishes” were the intent.

So to you, my friends,
I would like to say,
Thank you for being a part;
Of all my daily contacts,
This comes right from my heart

With many peaceful blessings


Let All The World In Every Corner Sing

As a young man, George Herbert did not give much thought to God. But when he was thirty-six, he left the political rat race of the court of Kig James 1 to become the rector of a country parish near Salisbury.

One of Herbert’s great joys was music. Twice a week he would walk into Salisbury to play and sing with his friends at the Cathedral.

One day he stopped on the way to help a man whose horse had collapsed in the mud under its load. The group of friends in Salisbury were surprised when Herbert, usually so smart and clean, arrived ‘so soiled and discomposed’. One said that he had disparaged himself by so dirty employment.

Herbert replied that the thought of what he had done would be music to him at midnight – and that the omission of it would have made discord in his conscience. ‘I am bound to practise what I pray for…..and I praise God for this occasion. Come, let’s tune our instruments.!’

And, that very same night, Herbert wrote this well known, and much loved, hymn:-

Let all the world in every corner sinh,
My God and King!
The heavens are not too high,
His praise may thither fly;
The earth is not too low,
His praises there may grow.
Let all the world in every corner sing,
My God and King!

Let all the world in every corner sing,
My God and King!
The church with psalms must shout,
No door can keep them out;
But above all, the heart
Must bear the longest part,
Let all the world in every corner sing,
My God and King!.

With many peaceful blessings


Two Wolves

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.

He said, “My son, the battle is between two “wolves” inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather:

“Which wolf wins?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you  feed.”

It doesn’t hurt to take a hard look at yourself from time to time, and this should help get you started.

With many peaceful blessings


The Hug

No moving parts, no batteries,
No monthly payments and no fees,
Inflation Proof, non-taxable,
In fact, it’s quite relaxable.

It can’t be stolen, won’t pollute
One size fits all, so don’t dilute.
It uses little energy,
But yields results enormously.

It relieves your tension and your stress,
Invigorates your happiness,
Combats depression, makes you beam,
And elevates your self-esteem!

Your circulation it corrects –
without Unpleasant side-effects.
It is, I think, the perfect drug:
May I prescribe my friend……the hug?

With many peaceful blessings


Paid In Full

A young man was getting ready to graduate college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer’s showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.

As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study.

His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box.

Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible.

Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, “With all your money you give me a Bible?” and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day.

Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.

When he arrived at his father’s house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart.

He began to search his father’s important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the  pages.

As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer’s name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired.

On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words…PAID IN    FULL.


With many peaceful blessings


Asia Bibbi To Appeal Death Sentence

Pakistani Christian Asia Bibi has been allowed to take her appeal against her death penalty for blasphemy to Pakistan’s Supreme Court in the capital, Islamabad, following a hearing on Wednesday 22 July. Until the Supreme Court reaches its final decision, Asia cannot be executed.

In a statement, the Chairman of the National Council of Churches in Pakistan said: “This order of the Supreme Court has paved the way for her possible complete acquittal.” However, a lawyer who wished to remain anonymous told us: “I think Asia is more at risk than ever. This has paved the way equally to rile up the extremists and create an urgency to destroy her and raise the profile of their cause: the removal of minorities from Pakistan and Afghanistan.”

Please Pray with me:

  • For comfort and strength for Asia, her husband Ashiq Masih and their five children
  • For wisdom and protection for Asia’s legal team

For justice for Asia, and for a change to Pakistan’s blasphemy laws so that they can no longer be abused to persecute minorities.



With many peaceful blessings


If You Think You Are Beaten You Are

This is one of my favourite motivational poems:-

“If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you  don’t.
If you’d like to win, but think you can’t
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you’ve lost,
For out in the world we find
Success begin’s with a fellow’s will;
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you’re outclassed, you are:
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But soon or late the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can.”

Walter D. Wintle

With many peaceful blessings


Praise My Soul, The King Of Heaven

A tiny and remote country parish in Southern Ireland did not seem the ideal place for the brilliant young graduate to start his ministry – six feet tall with dark curly hair, a classical scholar with great gifts as a speaker.

But here in County Wexford, as a brash new curate, Henry Francis Lyte had an encounter which turned his ideas inside out.

A neighbouring clergyman was terminally ill. He confessed to lyte that he had begun to re-examine his life, as he read and studied the New Testament.

He urged his younger friend to do what he had at last done: to stop relying on religious duties and good deeds for his peace with God, but trust completely in the mercy of Christ and his saving power.

This meeting immediately checked Lyte’s contempt for the Methodists and enthusiasts’ in the area. It gave him for the first time a truly personal faith. And it inspired him to write hymns such as this famous version of Psalm 103.

Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven:
To His feet they tribute bring.
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like thee His praise should sing?
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King.

Praise Him for His grace and favour
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him still the same for ever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless.
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Glorious to His faithfulness.

Father-like, he tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows;
In His hands he gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Widely as His mercy flows.

Angels in the height, adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before Him;
Dwellers all in time and space
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise with us the God of Grace.

With many peaceful blessings


This is a True Story

The scene took place on a BA flight between Johannesburg and London. A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man.

Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess. “Madam, what is the matter?” the hostess asked.

“You obviously do not see it then” she responded. “You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat.”

“Be calm please,” the hostess replied. “Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available.”

The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later.

“Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the economy class. I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is also no seat in the business class. All the same, we still have one place in the first class.”

Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued: “It is not usual for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting.”

She turned to the black guy, and said, “Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in first class.”

At that moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.

With many peaceful blessings