a Biblical thought...
Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before him with thanksgiving and extol him with music and song. For the LORD is the great God, the great King above all gods. (Psalm 95:1-3)
a Book thought...
In the 1950s a landscape filled by smoking chimneys was a sign of industrial ‘progress’. By the 1990s, we were aiming to do economically well by being environmentally neutral. Now our aim is to utilise the environment in sustainable ways and ensure that it can be handed on as a productive and species diverse entity to future generations. (p45)
a Dave thought...
I was emailed this poem yesterday and after reading it on our public holiday realised I’m certainly one who can benefit from these wise words, so thought I’d share it with you all. SLOW DANCE was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before him with thanksgiving and extol him with music and song. For the LORD is the great God, the great King above all gods. (Psalm 95:1-3)
a Book thought...
In the 1950s a landscape filled by smoking chimneys was a sign of industrial ‘progress’. By the 1990s, we were aiming to do economically well by being environmentally neutral. Now our aim is to utilise the environment in sustainable ways and ensure that it can be handed on as a productive and species diverse entity to future generations. (p45)
a Dave thought...
I was emailed this poem yesterday and after reading it on our public holiday realised I’m certainly one who can benefit from these wise words, so thought I’d share it with you all. SLOW DANCE was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask how are you? Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done do you lie in your bed?
With the next hundred chores running through your head?
You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die?
Cause you never had time to call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away.
Life is not a race. Do take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.
Just a thought.
Just a thought.
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