General Chat

I never write my name in the dust, always write someone elses name, it's safer.

pmsl....never thought of that...but shhh dont say it too loud the kids might hear you

Too late for the kids, I'm telepathetic.

lol...just had a mental image of you writing Dad in the dust Chris

Lol Shane

Can Chris spell dad correctly?

hiding behind the piano writting the name Chris in the dust that is always on top.

More to the point would he know who the culprit was

and no good hiding there ...your hand prints on top are a give away

No handprints, am using a paintbrush with red paint on it.

I mean, it wasn't me, I found this paintbrush, it's Chris's brush really!

pmsl........youve left a trail of drips...

and i dont mean Chris and I lol

pmsl..at least I included myself

Hey, c'mon, I found it here, look, the brush still has her name on it that I put there the other day.

(I'm good at this, they will never know)
taking a large slice of lamington from the table as I walk backwards to the hallway.

Shes onto you then lol

Nah nah nanah nah, your getting in trouble,

turning quickly to escape out the side door, running flat out into Mrs Magilageddy who just happened to be holding a brick in her hands at nose height.

pmsl.........

Back to the original !!!!!! -

Oh lord my God when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works thy hands have made
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed
When christ shall come
With shout of acclamation
To take me home
What joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim my God how great thou art
Then sings my soul my savior God to thee
How great thou art
How great thou art
Then sings my soul my savior God to thee
How great thou art how great thou art !!!!!

Well done Bunny, superbly sung by Elvis, do you know "Why me lord"?

Another favourite! Before bedtime!

Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our foolish ways;
Reclothe us in our rightful mind,
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper reverence, praise.

In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word,
Rise up and follow Thee.

O Sabbath rest by Galilee,
O calm of hills above,
Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity,
Interpreted by love!

With that deep hush subduing all
Our words and works that drown
The tender whisper of Thy call,
As noiseless let Thy blessing fall
As fell Thy manna down.

Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace.

Breathe through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still, small voice of calm.