May I call you friend
Come winter, spring, summer or fall
A friend walks with me through them all
So, may I call you friend
May I call you friend
Come rain, wind, snow or hail
A friend would walk beside me up every hill
So, may I call you friend
May I call you friend
A friend would face what I face
Yes, they would do them all
So, may I call you friend
Dear Lord, I do not ask a lot
But may I ask for at least one
Or at most a few who would dare come close
Oh Lord, may I have a friend so true
This friend or friends, I would ask
That first off, they would be
Loyal and faithful to You
And then they would be a friend to me
So, may we begin a friendship
Is the cost too high
Death for the Lord
Was what He was willing to pay
To start a friendship with me
May I call you friend
By Peter C. Salmond
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Friend
What an honor to be called friend
What a name to live up to
To gain a friend you first
Must be a friend
A friend will listen
When my heart is breaking
And will never blame me
For having a problem
A friend will stand up for me
When an enemy attacks
Taking the brunt of the blast
Shielding me when I am weak
A friend will rejoice with me
When I succeed at a hard task
But will also cry with me when I have failed
Then lending a shoulder to cry on
A friend is not afraid to give
To me wise counsel as needed
To keep me from making
A fool of myself
A friend will risk making me angry
If the need arises
In order to make things right
A friend is a friend at all times
The good, the bad, and the ugly times
A friend will be there through them all
By Peter C. Salmond
What a name to live up to
To gain a friend you first
Must be a friend
A friend will listen
When my heart is breaking
And will never blame me
For having a problem
A friend will stand up for me
When an enemy attacks
Taking the brunt of the blast
Shielding me when I am weak
A friend will rejoice with me
When I succeed at a hard task
But will also cry with me when I have failed
Then lending a shoulder to cry on
A friend is not afraid to give
To me wise counsel as needed
To keep me from making
A fool of myself
A friend will risk making me angry
If the need arises
In order to make things right
A friend is a friend at all times
The good, the bad, and the ugly times
A friend will be there through them all
By Peter C. Salmond
Revival Of The Heart
Fill this heart of mine
With an everlasting love
Loving those at hand
With your love
Lord, fill this heart of mine
That I might show that kind of love
To those who need their souls rekindled
With your mighty saving love
Yes, fill this heart of mine
Rekindled, aflame, a burning from within
A fire ablaze and hard to contain
With a far reaching gracious love
Fill up my cup to over flow
That I might be a harbor, a cove
A resting place in a time of need
Were the weary can drink in your love
So Lord, lift me up, let me stand
Leading the way to your throne
So many may come to the promised land
Making these choices their own
By Peter C. Salmond
With an everlasting love
Loving those at hand
With your love
Lord, fill this heart of mine
That I might show that kind of love
To those who need their souls rekindled
With your mighty saving love
Yes, fill this heart of mine
Rekindled, aflame, a burning from within
A fire ablaze and hard to contain
With a far reaching gracious love
Fill up my cup to over flow
That I might be a harbor, a cove
A resting place in a time of need
Were the weary can drink in your love
So Lord, lift me up, let me stand
Leading the way to your throne
So many may come to the promised land
Making these choices their own
By Peter C. Salmond
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Under His Wings
Under His wings, under His wings I rest
It is there, I find refuge from all my sorrow
My heart hungrily turns to the best
For under His wings it finds it can rest
Under His wings, oh, under His wings
When this earth has no strength for my healing
There I find comfort and strength through the tests
For it is there under His wings I can rest
Under His wings, yes, under His wings I rest
For my God holds me close in His arms
As I lean on His everlasting breast
For it is under His wings that I rest
My friend, rejoice always, pray without ceasing.
In everything give thanks, for this is the
Will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
1 Thessalonians 5:16, 17, 18
By Peter C. Salmond
The first morning after I went to spend a few days with my oldest sister who was very sick and had just gotten home from the hospital. I had some quiet moments and as I thought about this poem I had just wrote, I knew it was so true in many of my own experiences in life. This became my prayer for her, that she too, would find her strength and rest in God, protected under the shelter of His wings.
It is there, I find refuge from all my sorrow
My heart hungrily turns to the best
For under His wings it finds it can rest
Under His wings, oh, under His wings
When this earth has no strength for my healing
There I find comfort and strength through the tests
For it is there under His wings I can rest
Under His wings, yes, under His wings I rest
For my God holds me close in His arms
As I lean on His everlasting breast
For it is under His wings that I rest
My friend, rejoice always, pray without ceasing.
In everything give thanks, for this is the
Will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
1 Thessalonians 5:16, 17, 18
By Peter C. Salmond
The first morning after I went to spend a few days with my oldest sister who was very sick and had just gotten home from the hospital. I had some quiet moments and as I thought about this poem I had just wrote, I knew it was so true in many of my own experiences in life. This became my prayer for her, that she too, would find her strength and rest in God, protected under the shelter of His wings.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
A Poem From A Daughter
In a Note to HER dad a daughter, lovingly said,
"Dad"
There are so many great memories of good time we had when I was growing up
Even though I'm grown and have a life of my own now, I still cherish the memories of the good times with you.
So much of how I live my life and of who I am today is a result of your influence.
You've always been one of the most important people in my life.... and you still are.
So, even though we may not spend as much time together as we once did, I want you to know that you're always with me, right here in my heart.... where you belong.
Written by Larry S. Chengges
Here is her Fathers Response
Dear Daughter
I too, have so many fond memories, of all the fun times we have had over the years, as you were growing up. But now you've done gone , and done it, grown up I mean. Making a life now of your own. But you can count on it, I will always remember those good times, I had with you. So much of who you are, has a lot to do with mom and me. As to how we lived our lives before you, and who we are today, will make a big impact on you in a very big way.
You will always be my favorite daughter, yes my one and only. You were that then, now and always. Don't you forget it! So even though your not sitting on my knee, as much as you once did, I want you to know that there will always be a place for you there, on my lap that is. But where my heart is concerned, you will always be there. Even though we are hundreds of miles apart. You will be there where you belong, very near your daddy's heart. P.S. I love you. Written by your Dad with love on March 26/98
"Dad"
There are so many great memories of good time we had when I was growing up
Even though I'm grown and have a life of my own now, I still cherish the memories of the good times with you.
So much of how I live my life and of who I am today is a result of your influence.
You've always been one of the most important people in my life.... and you still are.
So, even though we may not spend as much time together as we once did, I want you to know that you're always with me, right here in my heart.... where you belong.
Written by Larry S. Chengges
Here is her Fathers Response
Dear Daughter
I too, have so many fond memories, of all the fun times we have had over the years, as you were growing up. But now you've done gone , and done it, grown up I mean. Making a life now of your own. But you can count on it, I will always remember those good times, I had with you. So much of who you are, has a lot to do with mom and me. As to how we lived our lives before you, and who we are today, will make a big impact on you in a very big way.
You will always be my favorite daughter, yes my one and only. You were that then, now and always. Don't you forget it! So even though your not sitting on my knee, as much as you once did, I want you to know that there will always be a place for you there, on my lap that is. But where my heart is concerned, you will always be there. Even though we are hundreds of miles apart. You will be there where you belong, very near your daddy's heart. P.S. I love you. Written by your Dad with love on March 26/98
Monday, July 20, 2009
The Joke Is On You
I believe my Grandpa used to tell this story. It was about a sheep, a male sheep, or otherwise known as a Buck/Ram, I believe he especially was called a Ram, for a very good reason as you will see as I go on.
The story goes something like this. A neighbor had a flock of sheep, in that flock was an old Ram, the owner had trained him to charge (ram) from the time he was a little lamb chop. You see the whole little game was to trick the lamb into charging, and then send him flying head over heels. He now was no longer a lamb, he was a full grown bald-headed daddy sheep.
It was a very funny peculiar sight to watch one of these fights. What was peculiar was how the fight happened and with whom. My understanding is that the fight went something like this. My grandpa's neighbor would get down on all fours in the middle of the barn yard and begin to paw dirt up over his back with one of his hand and making a deep 'baa'ing sound. Well, making this charging stance would always get the old Rams attention and it would make him mad, after all he was the head sheep around here.
It never ever took very long before the ram would hear or notice him, and without delay he would come a charging at his opposition who had challenged him. As the ram got with in striking distance the old neighbor would duck his head down to the ground, just in time so the ram couldn't stop and every time the old ram would go head over heel across the yard. And every time he would get up shake himself off and go back to whatever he was doing before the fight began. But always, you could tell by his actions and the look on his face that he was saying to himself, “Some day, mister, some day, just you wait and see. I will get you back ” But Mr. Neighbor was so proud of his record, in all of these years he had never lost a fight. Everytime it went off without a hitch.
Then one day in late fall, maybe around Thanksgiving an old friend of the neighbor came by to visit. He had been gone for many years and had come home for Thanksgiving, and had just dropped in, as the custom was back then. It happens that as they were 'chewing the fat', Mr. Neighbor asked, “ Have you ever seen our fighting ram?”
“No,” was the reply, “what does this ram fight with, another sheep, a dog or what?”
“Me,” said Mr. Neighbor, “come on out to the field and I will give you a demonstration, as to what my old ram can do, or not.”
So after coffee and cake, the two families took the team and wagon and headed out to the field. In the fall of the year the farmers always had their livestock out grazing on the stubble fields. After getting out there, everyone lined up along the fence to watch the show. Oh my, and what a show it was going to be.
Mr. Neighbor crawled through the fence, and as he had done so many times before, got down on all fours and started his game. Got into a charging stance and started throwing dirt over his back, and made that gruff 'baa'ing noise down in his throat. Getting the rams attention was easy. The ram turned, lowered his head and charged without even thinking twice about it. He got within striking distance, Mr. Neighbor ducked his head as he had done so many times before, but this time Mr. Neighbor, jabbed a straw up his nose, something he had never done before. Mr. Neighbor threw his head back up, this too was something he had never done before, and never before had Mr. Sheep's head ever met Mr. Neighbor's head either, so you might say that they were now going to meet head-to-head for the first time ever. As was said before, THE JOKE IS ON YOU MISTER Neighbor. He who laughs last, laughs the longest.
I think you can only imagine the rest of the story for there is really no words to describe it, how embarrassed he must have been with all of the spectators looking on. All I know is that I would not have wanted to be him at that very moment. I believe for the next few days you might say he was a real Mr. Sorehead.
The story goes something like this. A neighbor had a flock of sheep, in that flock was an old Ram, the owner had trained him to charge (ram) from the time he was a little lamb chop. You see the whole little game was to trick the lamb into charging, and then send him flying head over heels. He now was no longer a lamb, he was a full grown bald-headed daddy sheep.
It was a very funny peculiar sight to watch one of these fights. What was peculiar was how the fight happened and with whom. My understanding is that the fight went something like this. My grandpa's neighbor would get down on all fours in the middle of the barn yard and begin to paw dirt up over his back with one of his hand and making a deep 'baa'ing sound. Well, making this charging stance would always get the old Rams attention and it would make him mad, after all he was the head sheep around here.
It never ever took very long before the ram would hear or notice him, and without delay he would come a charging at his opposition who had challenged him. As the ram got with in striking distance the old neighbor would duck his head down to the ground, just in time so the ram couldn't stop and every time the old ram would go head over heel across the yard. And every time he would get up shake himself off and go back to whatever he was doing before the fight began. But always, you could tell by his actions and the look on his face that he was saying to himself, “Some day, mister, some day, just you wait and see. I will get you back ” But Mr. Neighbor was so proud of his record, in all of these years he had never lost a fight. Everytime it went off without a hitch.
Then one day in late fall, maybe around Thanksgiving an old friend of the neighbor came by to visit. He had been gone for many years and had come home for Thanksgiving, and had just dropped in, as the custom was back then. It happens that as they were 'chewing the fat', Mr. Neighbor asked, “ Have you ever seen our fighting ram?”
“No,” was the reply, “what does this ram fight with, another sheep, a dog or what?”
“Me,” said Mr. Neighbor, “come on out to the field and I will give you a demonstration, as to what my old ram can do, or not.”
So after coffee and cake, the two families took the team and wagon and headed out to the field. In the fall of the year the farmers always had their livestock out grazing on the stubble fields. After getting out there, everyone lined up along the fence to watch the show. Oh my, and what a show it was going to be.
Mr. Neighbor crawled through the fence, and as he had done so many times before, got down on all fours and started his game. Got into a charging stance and started throwing dirt over his back, and made that gruff 'baa'ing noise down in his throat. Getting the rams attention was easy. The ram turned, lowered his head and charged without even thinking twice about it. He got within striking distance, Mr. Neighbor ducked his head as he had done so many times before, but this time Mr. Neighbor, jabbed a straw up his nose, something he had never done before. Mr. Neighbor threw his head back up, this too was something he had never done before, and never before had Mr. Sheep's head ever met Mr. Neighbor's head either, so you might say that they were now going to meet head-to-head for the first time ever. As was said before, THE JOKE IS ON YOU MISTER Neighbor. He who laughs last, laughs the longest.
I think you can only imagine the rest of the story for there is really no words to describe it, how embarrassed he must have been with all of the spectators looking on. All I know is that I would not have wanted to be him at that very moment. I believe for the next few days you might say he was a real Mr. Sorehead.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
The Submissive Wife
I’m not sure where this story came from but I heard it as a boy and I have never forgotten it. It’s a story told about a man who needed to fix the roof on his house. It needed new shakes.
Now his house had a very steep roof, a man could in no way just stand up on this roof, he would need some assistance of some kind. He put it off as long as he could, but the little lady kept after him, finally one day early in the morning he decided to fix it, and have it ready for winter, while at the same time pleasing the little woman.
He decided that his assistant would be his trusty old lariat and the bumper of the old Model T
Car. With a couple twirls of the rope he proceeded to throw the rope easily over the peak of the house, tying the end still in his hands to the bumper of the car. Then climbing to the peak of his house he tied the other end around his waist. Now he was safe and secure.
Then, with shake in one hand and hammer and nail in the other he began his days work. He was so pleased with himself, for by the noon hour, he was almost finished the near side of the roof, after lunch he would have to move the old car back over into the driveway so he could then do the far side next to the bush. As he was coming down for lunch he noticed that he was almost out of nails. But then, hunger over took him as he smelled the wonderful food cooking indoors, he forgot all about more nails. He headed straight to wash up and then straight to the table, he was a hungering.
Not remembering again until he had gotten back up on the roof and had secured himself and started nailing away once again and then he remembered, "Man I need more nails." Not wanting to climb all the way down again, he moved over the roof to the chimney and cupping his hands together, he yelled down the chimney. “Dear, could you run down to the hardware store and grab another couple pounds of 3/4 inch coated nails for me, I want to get this done today and it sure would save me a lot of time if you could do that for me."
The little lady, being the submissive wife that she was, said, “Sure honey, I’ll go as soon as I finish the dishes!" Five minutes later as she was leaving to get the nails, she hollered up at him, “I’ll be back as quick as I can dear." With that she jumped into the old Model T.
As she started the noisy old car up, she never heard her startled husbands' cry as she drove away. As he crested the peak of the house he gave one last desperate yell, but to no avail. He was dragged kicking and screaming all the way to the edge. Then before she shifted gears into second gear he managed to jump or lung off over the edge by the help of the rope and the car, which was now picking up speed. Well, he managed to land on his feet and managed to stay on them for a little way, but his wife now gaining momentum, he lost his footing and down he went, as he was pulled down the driveway kicking and screaming all the way.
The little lady, with her mind set on the task at hand and the urgency of it was not looking back. Therefore never saw hubby lose his feet and that he had started to be a real drag at this point. About four blocks along her way she happened to look into her rear view mirror and couldn’t believe her eyes, what was her husband doing, being a tag along, then she realized he had no other choice.
Quickly stopping she ran back to where her husband lay badly browsed and bleeding with a number of broken bones and many lacerations on his face and body, not to say anything about major road burn. She untied him and helped him into the back seat of the model T, she then drove him to the hospital, where he would spend the next two weeks.
While he was in there, she had to finish the roof, also she had remembered what he had said about getting the house painted on the inside and out before winter as well. So she decided to surprise him and get that all done while he was away. So she set to work, for the next week and a half she was like a busy little beaver, painting all day long, cleaning the brushes out and then dumping the clean up down the outhouse hole. This went on day after day. It was oil base paint I might add. She had done a wonderful job and she was very proud of herself. She had it all done with a couple days to spare so that the fumes would be all gone by the time her hubby got home from the hospital.
On the day she left to go and get her husband, the fumes were almost gone, the house and yard were in great shape and everything was set. Oh, he would be so pleased with her. She was right, he was so happy, he loved her so much, there would be new rule in their house from this day forward, he said, "From now on there will be no more smoking in the house, we want to keep it smelling nice and new as long as we can."
So that evening after he was settled back in his room, and was ready for night, he went out to make a pit stop before going to bed, and to have his evening fix. Entering the outhouse, he parked on the throne as he had always done, pulled out a stoggie and light up a match, lighting his stoggie he then threw the still burning match down the hole.
The next thing the little lady heard was a very loud explosion and then a blood curdling scream and as she ran to the door she saw hubby rolling around in the grass trying to get himself unlit , and then he laid still, with only a few whiffs of smoke still sifting up from his motionless body.
Needless to say, she was on her way to the hospital once again, this time he had third degree burns of a different sort. But still, even if she wasn’t nearby at the time of the explosion, well just the same it all happened by her hands once again. All because she loved him and was a very submissive wife.
Now his house had a very steep roof, a man could in no way just stand up on this roof, he would need some assistance of some kind. He put it off as long as he could, but the little lady kept after him, finally one day early in the morning he decided to fix it, and have it ready for winter, while at the same time pleasing the little woman.
He decided that his assistant would be his trusty old lariat and the bumper of the old Model T
Car. With a couple twirls of the rope he proceeded to throw the rope easily over the peak of the house, tying the end still in his hands to the bumper of the car. Then climbing to the peak of his house he tied the other end around his waist. Now he was safe and secure.
Then, with shake in one hand and hammer and nail in the other he began his days work. He was so pleased with himself, for by the noon hour, he was almost finished the near side of the roof, after lunch he would have to move the old car back over into the driveway so he could then do the far side next to the bush. As he was coming down for lunch he noticed that he was almost out of nails. But then, hunger over took him as he smelled the wonderful food cooking indoors, he forgot all about more nails. He headed straight to wash up and then straight to the table, he was a hungering.
Not remembering again until he had gotten back up on the roof and had secured himself and started nailing away once again and then he remembered, "Man I need more nails." Not wanting to climb all the way down again, he moved over the roof to the chimney and cupping his hands together, he yelled down the chimney. “Dear, could you run down to the hardware store and grab another couple pounds of 3/4 inch coated nails for me, I want to get this done today and it sure would save me a lot of time if you could do that for me."
The little lady, being the submissive wife that she was, said, “Sure honey, I’ll go as soon as I finish the dishes!" Five minutes later as she was leaving to get the nails, she hollered up at him, “I’ll be back as quick as I can dear." With that she jumped into the old Model T.
As she started the noisy old car up, she never heard her startled husbands' cry as she drove away. As he crested the peak of the house he gave one last desperate yell, but to no avail. He was dragged kicking and screaming all the way to the edge. Then before she shifted gears into second gear he managed to jump or lung off over the edge by the help of the rope and the car, which was now picking up speed. Well, he managed to land on his feet and managed to stay on them for a little way, but his wife now gaining momentum, he lost his footing and down he went, as he was pulled down the driveway kicking and screaming all the way.
The little lady, with her mind set on the task at hand and the urgency of it was not looking back. Therefore never saw hubby lose his feet and that he had started to be a real drag at this point. About four blocks along her way she happened to look into her rear view mirror and couldn’t believe her eyes, what was her husband doing, being a tag along, then she realized he had no other choice.
Quickly stopping she ran back to where her husband lay badly browsed and bleeding with a number of broken bones and many lacerations on his face and body, not to say anything about major road burn. She untied him and helped him into the back seat of the model T, she then drove him to the hospital, where he would spend the next two weeks.
While he was in there, she had to finish the roof, also she had remembered what he had said about getting the house painted on the inside and out before winter as well. So she decided to surprise him and get that all done while he was away. So she set to work, for the next week and a half she was like a busy little beaver, painting all day long, cleaning the brushes out and then dumping the clean up down the outhouse hole. This went on day after day. It was oil base paint I might add. She had done a wonderful job and she was very proud of herself. She had it all done with a couple days to spare so that the fumes would be all gone by the time her hubby got home from the hospital.
On the day she left to go and get her husband, the fumes were almost gone, the house and yard were in great shape and everything was set. Oh, he would be so pleased with her. She was right, he was so happy, he loved her so much, there would be new rule in their house from this day forward, he said, "From now on there will be no more smoking in the house, we want to keep it smelling nice and new as long as we can."
So that evening after he was settled back in his room, and was ready for night, he went out to make a pit stop before going to bed, and to have his evening fix. Entering the outhouse, he parked on the throne as he had always done, pulled out a stoggie and light up a match, lighting his stoggie he then threw the still burning match down the hole.
The next thing the little lady heard was a very loud explosion and then a blood curdling scream and as she ran to the door she saw hubby rolling around in the grass trying to get himself unlit , and then he laid still, with only a few whiffs of smoke still sifting up from his motionless body.
Needless to say, she was on her way to the hospital once again, this time he had third degree burns of a different sort. But still, even if she wasn’t nearby at the time of the explosion, well just the same it all happened by her hands once again. All because she loved him and was a very submissive wife.
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