tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66286119854611523552023-11-16T17:18:46.928+05:30Testify to a Love Beyond MeasureWe all speak out the love of our maker; our creator and this for me is GIVING BACK to the one who loves me and has made me his own.Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-75935960969102481292013-08-09T10:57:00.001+05:302013-08-09T10:58:35.940+05:30<span style="color: #9fc5e8;">
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<b><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">This is a song that most of us know, but how many of us
have actually seen the meaning hidden within. This is a song that has been
working in my head for the last week, this is my prayer and I hope you may be
able to make it yours.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></b><b><span style="font-family: Calibri;">God bless you all.<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Calibri;">Make me a channel of
your peace. <br />
Where there is hatred let me bring your love. <br />
Where there is injury, your pardon, Lord <br />
And where there's doubt, true faith in you.<br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b>Oh, Master grant that I may never seek<br />
So much to be consoled as to console <br />
To be understood as to understand <br />
To be loved as to love with all my soul. <br />
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Make me a channel of your peace<br />
Where there's despair in life, let me bring hope <br />
Where there is darkness, only light <br />
And where there's sadness, ever joy.<br />
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Make me a channel of your peace<br />
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned <br />
In giving to all men that we receive <br />
And in dying that we're born to eternal life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b>‘’Oh master grant that I may never seek so much to be
consoled as to console”</b> - this means that we would comfort others
more and be there for others more than expecting them to be there for us.
IGNITE a passion within you for Christ and for others, to reach out more, to
touch the heart of God. Do not wait for God to come to you, go to Him. Do not
wait for a hurt colleague to come to you or a child or a project worker to come
to you, if you look through eyes of love and eyes that are open to God, you
will see the hurting before they need to say it. Reach out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">IGNITE passion to love, care and be that ambassador for God.
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Give all you have, you will NOT lack anything.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-42528956674946139692013-08-09T09:00:00.005+05:302013-08-09T09:00:51.530+05:30<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Once again its been a long time since I penned down any thoughts on this page. But that doesn't mean that I had nothing to say! </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Time is something that we cannot control and may times it just slips away. Life is a race people always say, how true it is. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But thoughts flow no matter what you are doing or no matter how busy you are. So today I want to share something that is on my heart. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Today I thank God for the new day He has given me</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I thank God though the nights are hard, I am here right now</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I thank God that though there are tears, He wipes it away and helps me Smile</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Where you I be without my God</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Where would I be today without the one who loves me no matter what I do</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Where would I be without the hand that is willing to hold me</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Without the one who cares about my every move</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Who cares about how I feel</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I would not be here right now</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My life would have ended long time ago</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I wouldn't be here</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But I am, just because there is someone cares</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Some one who wants me around</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am here</span>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-72414427510640715482012-06-12T17:37:00.002+05:302012-06-12T17:41:05.246+05:30<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Its been so long, too long actually. But i am back. I am back to write what is on my heart and what has been carved into my heart. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Lives change, hearts change, promises are broken and the biggest supprice is that we are not the same people we were an year back. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Many things have changed in my live. Many people have come into my live. Some have left. Some are to stay forever.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">I am back to pour my heart into the one place that i feel safe.</span>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-88913319791881071172011-03-01T16:18:00.002+05:302011-03-01T16:18:59.896+05:30<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>Are we strong enough to let go of those whom we love</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>Will you give to God, your child, your little five years old</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>Do you have the strength to give away and let go</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>If the Lord calls upon her today</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em> </em></span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>Are we strong enough to take a step back and let God take control</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>Will you give to the Lord your lover, the love of your life</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>If the Lord calls, are you willing to let go</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em> </em></span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>Are we those who have the faith that is needed to move forward</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>Will you be assured that they are now in the hands of the Lord</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>Will your heart rejoice though not with you, they smile with God</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>Or will your heart be beyond healing </em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em> </em></span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>The Lord knows and He understand</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>For we all belong to the Lord</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>He gives, he takes away</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>Are we ready to let go if the Lord calls tonight</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>If He takes your loved one, will you still say,</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>Blessed be Your name my Lord</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em>Blessed be Your name</em></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#cccccc;"><em> </em></span></o:p></p>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-78478149522384025132011-02-23T12:42:00.000+05:302011-02-23T12:43:49.186+05:30The Sinless for an Unkind World<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Creation stood still<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Heavens were silten<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Angels bow their heads<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><o:p><span style="color:#cccccc;"> </span></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">The sun hid itself in disbelief<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Brids ceased their songs<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">God turned His eyes away<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Tears from the world He hid<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><o:p><span style="color:#cccccc;"> </span></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">The Son of Man, hangs on a crude cross<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Blinded, man shouts victory slogans<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Blinded, man smiles<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">His heart is darkened<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><o:p><span style="color:#cccccc;"> </span></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Sinless, this great man, forgives<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">As he draws his last breath to His Father He cries<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">It is finished<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">The sinless, Son of the Father<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Gill Sans MT', 'sans-serif'"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Laid His life for the world unkind<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-47856767242922912082011-01-04T21:03:00.001+05:302011-01-04T21:11:16.622+05:30Be Still<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">I stood there; around me things were moving violently</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">Everything was falling</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">Winds were blowing</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">The ground beneath me was shaking</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">There were voices screaming</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">But through all that a still small voice said</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Be still and know that I am God<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;"> </span></o:p></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">Scary voices still continues</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">My dreams were overcome</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">Dark faces laughed</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">Hands tried to break me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">Weapons, blood to spill</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">But still that voice said</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Be still and know that I am God<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;"> </span></o:p></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">Tears would not stop</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">I felt all alone</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">No one around me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">No support</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">Only voices of discouragement</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">No love</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">But again I heard,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="color:#ffcc99;">Be still and know that I am God<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;"> </span></o:p></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">Today I stand strong</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">The battle is won</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">I was never alone</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">There with me, beside and within me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">A power, love that nothing can break</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">I was still</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">I knew it was God</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">I knew that hand on my shoulder</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">I know it was Him</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">I stood firm and still</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#ffcc99;">I called upon the Lord</span></p>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-13800887154691030592011-01-04T10:05:00.000+05:302011-01-04T10:06:32.228+05:30The Castle now Stands in Ruins<span style="color:#cccccc;">The castle now stands in ruins<br />Before it are sad eyes, filled with tears<br /><br />Almost eighty years ago<br />Brick by brick a house was built<br />So much of laughter<br />Joy abounded<br />Many tears and also times of loss<br />It has seen it all<br />Three generations, abundant lives<br /><br />Twenty seven years ago a little waked in<br />This was to be her home<br />It was not just a home<br />It was her castle<br />This place was special<br />It was the only place she called home<br />The orphanage was no home<br /><br />So many memories, some sweet, some bitter<br />Here is where bond between father and daughter grew<br />This was the place where she said her goodbyes as he lay still and cold in a coffin<br />It was here that she ran to and fro from her loving fathers arms<br />Birthdays, family gatherings, many treasured times and wonderful memories<br /><br />Now she stands before her home<br />Her castle which is no longer hers to call her own<br />Heavy is the burden on her heart<br />Heavy is the burden on her soul<br />Unknown men walk in and out through her safe place<br />Brick by brick they destroy<br />Watching, she feels violated<br />The castle now stands in ruins<br />Before it are sad eyes, filled with tears<br /><br /><em></em><em></em><em></em></span>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-60247302779871036452010-02-26T16:15:00.000+05:302010-02-26T16:19:04.900+05:30Resounding Plight of Many of our Elderly Fathers & Mothers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqO59ykx5Z0bDPZeDGMunlOLTOb71PMOZDi7ptPiO8zlGdxt8dpUh5R7Avt1jsqYVR9fl_1QgRP73wnGpgqmjbGEqpD4ptA4nDsnEEAARTftm-O6kWidOtJDCoXlN8pqJZnydcPDk7Yxp/s1600-h/the+stong+go+on+and+the+weak+fall+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442502198363712994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqO59ykx5Z0bDPZeDGMunlOLTOb71PMOZDi7ptPiO8zlGdxt8dpUh5R7Avt1jsqYVR9fl_1QgRP73wnGpgqmjbGEqpD4ptA4nDsnEEAARTftm-O6kWidOtJDCoXlN8pqJZnydcPDk7Yxp/s400/the+stong+go+on+and+the+weak+fall+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-65592148299838527752010-02-25T14:56:00.001+05:302010-02-25T16:03:40.898+05:30A Seed of Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEITl3tNCMGBONcDOVwda5Cu2lvIc7DdrJaeoGTXzQDsk_e-aOp6l2xr5ORTg_RfAxKfk_ou68swo_xlG2IUeaWN_6HAH5bDzS_NCOTaziBgoU7uAUtGvYGnf5nZjBfeOLqCcGIn5uvGSu/s1600-h/A+SEED+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442127006216499810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEITl3tNCMGBONcDOVwda5Cu2lvIc7DdrJaeoGTXzQDsk_e-aOp6l2xr5ORTg_RfAxKfk_ou68swo_xlG2IUeaWN_6HAH5bDzS_NCOTaziBgoU7uAUtGvYGnf5nZjBfeOLqCcGIn5uvGSu/s400/A+SEED+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-43588326929161615352010-02-24T16:34:00.004+05:302010-02-24T16:37:47.230+05:30Letting Go<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">I sat there last Sunday<br />The house was empty<br />Except for bits of cutlery lying there on the floor beside me<br /><br />Many are the memories that I have of that home<br />As I sat there, everything came rushing<br />One after the other, memories flooded my head<br /><br />I saw myself in my room<br />Getting out of my bed, dancing and singing<br />My mother came in and joined me<br /><br />Sitting in the front veranda<br />Sitting on my father’s lap<br />We played<br />We laughed<br />We hugged<br /><br />Christmas dinners with the family<br />A dinning table for almost twenty<br />Laid out majestically<br />My father at the head<br />And me at the tail!<br /><br />Birthdays, parties when I was yonger<br />Gatherings when older<br />So many smiles<br />So many sounds of laughter<br />Smiling faces<br />Spoke of happy times and a happy family<br /><br />Running around the house<br />Through one room to another<br />Getting lost at times<br />Small feet had a long way to run<br /><br />Frisbees thrown in the garden<br />Father beside<br />An excited dog doing the chasing<br /><br />Power cuts<br />Candle light dinners outside<br />My dad, mum and me<br />And a little doggie<br /><br />As a bride I sat in my parents room<br />Veil before me<br />Ready to step into a new phase in my life<br />Ready for a change<br />A beautiful union<br /><br />But now, this change<br />Bringing mainly tears<br />Tear after tear<br /><br />Many memories<br />Some hard some great<br />But each memory one that I now hand on to<br /><br />As I sat there in that almost empty house Sunday night<br />Tears ran freely<br />Questions were raised to God<br />Questions of why<br />A sense of helplessness prevailed around me<br />A sense of sadness<br />A sense of losing a part of me<br /><br />Leaving the home close to midnight<br />I knew it was the last time that I would see it<br />My home<br />My memories<br />My place with my father<br /><br />The home is no longer ours<br />Never will I walk those halls<br />Never will I run through the rooms<br />Never will I have a chance to live in a house where I built many dreams and hopes<br />In my heart God says there is a reason<br />I am trying my best to understand<br />I know there is a plan<br />I know there is a reason<br />But still there are tears in my eyes</span></div>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-85154121322778257582010-02-23T09:18:00.006+05:302010-02-23T09:31:19.347+05:30Simba Almost 9 weeks!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_y-AixPYA6yTLkIpSL0SEZJJyjpLhNpkqVO9cL3HnMd-2ZVEfsnVXxawea_9CyBmMhEusYxZIQU-RvcQaN1O8pTTuNzVgfQ3_KV5X0AZzmJKrZ9ifyLduld-_EIny2gPnljoI6I_ry0C/s1600-h/DSCF4351+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441284066758981474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_y-AixPYA6yTLkIpSL0SEZJJyjpLhNpkqVO9cL3HnMd-2ZVEfsnVXxawea_9CyBmMhEusYxZIQU-RvcQaN1O8pTTuNzVgfQ3_KV5X0AZzmJKrZ9ifyLduld-_EIny2gPnljoI6I_ry0C/s400/DSCF4351+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKWkP0iEJ7AJl-Q7_dpa6iDvDwbd4dBAhdxaNy3WbF_QTYVIZot_eQ1MatSsYWfk1DjNmsbSNtGzj3Phjmxx7VvaqOjiL9vbVNo6Gnbh1aucpFHDCvAMGJLjARPOd-jTozGt6nvXAexbY/s1600-h/DSCF4351.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3PMGlUwB0ihMcgHfhsMeN1gIMpKuEPUmQrGwkpboZYEx6I4aNS6y8xe3KbpE2VIbGgKlTUuu95XNYXrqL6WTkfoUhzMEDLTHdB6bypXivUa0U5NxKw1y23Rr081oSVhyphenhyphenduACkxO5WaYP9/s1600-h/DSCF4349.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441282136287972530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3PMGlUwB0ihMcgHfhsMeN1gIMpKuEPUmQrGwkpboZYEx6I4aNS6y8xe3KbpE2VIbGgKlTUuu95XNYXrqL6WTkfoUhzMEDLTHdB6bypXivUa0U5NxKw1y23Rr081oSVhyphenhyphenduACkxO5WaYP9/s400/DSCF4349.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwH5LcaYED05LDv88FzseNK_R-6o95sxGwhba3Q9P78MAWFSBOCTlsKdHA8idZg9eGJ17Fuj-UBEzb2g5-ZCmgYLP1VNXcrdY35CXIY-qeSLWNp4HBliRLi9rMlPZmXxPsD6Om9hJZdXK/s1600-h/DSCF4300.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441281729358658274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwH5LcaYED05LDv88FzseNK_R-6o95sxGwhba3Q9P78MAWFSBOCTlsKdHA8idZg9eGJ17Fuj-UBEzb2g5-ZCmgYLP1VNXcrdY35CXIY-qeSLWNp4HBliRLi9rMlPZmXxPsD6Om9hJZdXK/s400/DSCF4300.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHvB28C2gmGaLOt4S-Jhnq8svAdO24cUfs2Tp2VlgRwbAitglvhVDFMudbjJUh9pWkww-vazPyNQNV9f5nr0x1CJR-bHz-PziUD6YGS4eZBIKTbSv4WI06e7rnarLQ1muXn5D8gmG6MJ05/s1600-h/DSCF4340.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441281391212783586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHvB28C2gmGaLOt4S-Jhnq8svAdO24cUfs2Tp2VlgRwbAitglvhVDFMudbjJUh9pWkww-vazPyNQNV9f5nr0x1CJR-bHz-PziUD6YGS4eZBIKTbSv4WI06e7rnarLQ1muXn5D8gmG6MJ05/s400/DSCF4340.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br />I thought I should share a few photo's of my Dog Simba... he is a lab and he will be 9 weeks on Wednesday !. </div></div></div>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-21522249649852040472010-02-15T17:08:00.001+05:302010-02-15T17:08:59.303+05:30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNrbA4hxIyiVJhE-OK8p_isbeDFOHK3Hzs0vJb0iTNCqHzgWiXtQLfSBbAkDCZgBMf6p2mropTv8UyLECfnJ7qdekNoEY5HciOTbGz3gWifCmKMB5F1Uk3P43B5kVSR4paATrStDksA5S/s1600-h/CANDLE+LIGHTS+OF+HOPE+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438433314771830018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNrbA4hxIyiVJhE-OK8p_isbeDFOHK3Hzs0vJb0iTNCqHzgWiXtQLfSBbAkDCZgBMf6p2mropTv8UyLECfnJ7qdekNoEY5HciOTbGz3gWifCmKMB5F1Uk3P43B5kVSR4paATrStDksA5S/s400/CANDLE+LIGHTS+OF+HOPE+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-60182487530025900692010-02-15T16:16:00.001+05:302010-02-15T16:19:00.824+05:30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwvcbrWKQ7mGY5V5wG-Bp4fTnnEH_sPWDDo7PXeO_DGICVuBH1NDX_eOEzlX7_xVb8OL6W47shQfzKSnk1G7lgxatDHd8twQCoj4SzhpCAOlis1iv-bWVJnoUmVOPWZPplwGcjZ6v2xfQ/s1600-h/TEARS+FOR+MY+FATHER+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438420107443745266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwvcbrWKQ7mGY5V5wG-Bp4fTnnEH_sPWDDo7PXeO_DGICVuBH1NDX_eOEzlX7_xVb8OL6W47shQfzKSnk1G7lgxatDHd8twQCoj4SzhpCAOlis1iv-bWVJnoUmVOPWZPplwGcjZ6v2xfQ/s400/TEARS+FOR+MY+FATHER+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-56838957546837173792010-02-11T10:17:00.000+05:302010-02-11T10:18:00.799+05:30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtvXX2kmJki9DInSt-M3iCvlqiByeeHD6SM4Cd0X9pt-oKbE3Q1xtdhWT61bOUa8XPz9aQwx5L5s9id0rce7_TOLqozP2XgrC-W8QfVWDQJLfJ5XWI4CPw7gcUMLogMcLT1t10ytWGuIC/s1600-h/FLOWER+LOVE+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436843051429306738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtvXX2kmJki9DInSt-M3iCvlqiByeeHD6SM4Cd0X9pt-oKbE3Q1xtdhWT61bOUa8XPz9aQwx5L5s9id0rce7_TOLqozP2XgrC-W8QfVWDQJLfJ5XWI4CPw7gcUMLogMcLT1t10ytWGuIC/s400/FLOWER+LOVE+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-73108786062381874602010-02-10T16:08:00.002+05:302010-02-10T16:14:14.709+05:30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-5X9fatV3KnHZlltoqxXmR76CsE4OQpKZobj6unDHwfdyvIKf2wcNV8KouwDDd6C1Gys3rJzYI5dbKxZpkS8D6_YeVRyTfyXrsM8f_Rs1l-a4K_Msqhg_xSH-6xBR40voyniRTlXj2mf/s1600-h/child+labour+copy.JPG"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436562538596320962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-5X9fatV3KnHZlltoqxXmR76CsE4OQpKZobj6unDHwfdyvIKf2wcNV8KouwDDd6C1Gys3rJzYI5dbKxZpkS8D6_YeVRyTfyXrsM8f_Rs1l-a4K_Msqhg_xSH-6xBR40voyniRTlXj2mf/s400/child+labour+copy.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"> "There is no trust more sacred than the one the world holds with children. There is no duty more important than ensuring that their rights are respected, that their welfare is protected, that their lives are free from fear and want and that they can grow up in peace." -- </span><a href="http://www.betterworldheroes.com/annan.htm"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;">Kofi Annan</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"><br /></span><div></div>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-45093158113377282082010-02-08T12:31:00.000+05:302010-02-08T12:32:36.088+05:30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6b0qnxcSqiqckcxnPBl2Nzs3GkpIcTCVuSYXWIvVqyZ-qCUnjsrBH20rJTlj6W4z427hyY8bD9TUUfxDfySTOh0Mu4gH0adQmC8i-7PMq6d7u5f0PAUrcmn7renHGop50xL4YKrlRcmMP/s1600-h/THE+DAY+WAS+FINALLY+UPON+ME+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435764481857637490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6b0qnxcSqiqckcxnPBl2Nzs3GkpIcTCVuSYXWIvVqyZ-qCUnjsrBH20rJTlj6W4z427hyY8bD9TUUfxDfySTOh0Mu4gH0adQmC8i-7PMq6d7u5f0PAUrcmn7renHGop50xL4YKrlRcmMP/s400/THE+DAY+WAS+FINALLY+UPON+ME+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Ruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191625253808105975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628611985461152355.post-43095023835044810512010-02-05T16:46:00.000+05:302010-02-05T17:06:50.728+05:30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNEAP8WWyAddUSNSMiHFImES967CrYfMVuFyOnqzjPaNzrcmkZq5uxWC-TBDJwh7C81U6RvEtU6Qx9uHgVTt-dAbi6PN8nDlWVvfnDlUr0PBawOkM9nTPwIDh9F3_qehyphenhyphenLNZ5El8N3RndX/s1600-h/ALL+THE+WAY+MY+SAVIOR+LEADS+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434721913236506082" style="DISPLAY: block; 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