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We’ve left southern Texas, dry and hot, for central Arkansas, which so far has been wet and cool.  It’s raining this morning with occasional bouts of thunder.  Mister Guy, attempting to seem unconcerned, nevertheless somehow winds up on someone’s chest as soon as the thunder starts to roll.  He’s curled up and sleeping on J’s chest at the moment, only opening an eye when the rain picks up.

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J’s work is pretty much wrapped up; enough that he won’t have to go to the customer site this week.  Since we’ve already extended our stay (no refunds, the signs say sternly) we’ll be taking the time to recuperate from all that driving and do some spring RV cleaning.


Feb. 8th, 2009 04:12 pm
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I finally got to my church in Thorndale for the first time in months.  It was a lovely service and quite a few people came up and greeted me, which was nice!  I always leave with hymns floating through my head.  Often it's the ones we sang that morning, but sometimes not.  Today was such a beautiful day that this one came to mind.

For the beauty of the earth,
for the glory of the skies,
for the love which from our birth
over and around us lies;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.

More lyrics here.  Music is at the bottom of that page, or there's a YouTube video here.

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We sang two hymns in church this Sunday in honor of the holiday.  America the Beautiful, and this one, that I had not heard before.  It's apropos to the holiday and the times, as it was when it was written in the 1930's.  The music is the Finlandia Hymn; you can find midis of the tune here, as Be Still my Soul (tinny but recognizable), and here, as Finlandia (scroll to find it in all the Christmas music - one chorus intro).

This is My Song

this is my song
oh god of all the nations
a song of peace
for lands afar and mine

this is my home
the country where my heart is
here are my hopes
my dreams my holy shrine

but other hearts
in other lands are beating
with hopes and dreams
as true and high as mine

my countries skies
are bluer than the ocean
and sunlight beams
on clover leaf and pine

but other lands
have sunlight too and clover
and skies are everywhere
as blue as mine

oh hear my song
oh god of all the nations
a song of peace
for their land and for mine

words and music jean sibelius, english text by lloyd stone



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