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Nostalgia
2008-06-14 02:00:00 Billy Collins Remember the 1340's? We were doing a dance called the Catapult.You always wore brown, the color craze of the decade,and I was draped in one of those capes that were popular,the ones with unicorns and pomegranates in needlework.Everyone would pause for beer and onions in the afternoon,and at night we would play a game called "Find the Cow."Everything was hand-lettered then, not like today.Where has the summer of 1572 gone? Brocade and sonnetmarathons were the rage. We used to dress up in the flagsof rival baronies and conquer one another in cold rooms of stone.Out on the dance floor we were all doing the Strugglewhile your sister practiced the Daphne all alone in her room.We borrowed the jargon of farriers for our slang.These days language seems transparent a badly broken code.The 1790's will never come again. Childhood was big.People would take walks to the very tops of hillsand write down what they saw in their journals without speaking.Our collars were high and our... More About: Nostalgia , Poem
The Summons
2008-06-08 21:00:00 John L. BellWill you come and follow meIf I but call your name?Will you go where you don?t knowAnd never be the same?Will you let my love be shown,Will you let my name be known,Will you let my life be grownIn you and you in me?Will you leave yourself behindIf I but call your name?Will you care for cruel and kindAnd never be the same?Will you risk the hostile stareShould your life attract or scare?Will you let me answer prayerIn you and you in me?Will you let the blinded seeIf I but call your name?Will you set the pris?ners freeAnd never be the same?Will you kiss the leper clean,And do such as this unseen,And admit to what I meanIn you and you in me?Will you love the ?you? you hideIf I but call your name?Will you quell the fear insideAnd never be the same?Will you use the faith you?ve foundTo reshape the world around,Through my sight and touch and soundIn you and you in me?Lord, your summons echoes trueWhen you but call my name.Let me turn and follow youAnd never be the same.In your ... More About: Catholic
We Are Called
2008-06-08 21:00:00 David HaasCome! live in the light!Shine with the joy and the love of the Lord!We are called to be light for the kingdom,to live in the freedom of the city of God!We are called to act with justice.We are called to love tenderly.We are called to serve one another, to walk humbly with God.Come! Open your heart!Show your mercy to all those in fear!We are called to be hope for the hopeless,so all hatred and blindness will be no more!We are called to act with justice.We are called to love tenderly.We are called to serve one another, to walk humbly with God.Sing! Sing a new song!Sing of that great day when all will be one!God will reign and we'll walk with each other as sisters and brothers united in love! We are called to act with justice.We are called to love tenderly.We are called to serve one another, to walk humbly with God. More About: Catholic
The Invitation
2008-06-08 20:00:00 Oriah Mountain DreamerIt doesn?t interest me what you do for a living.I want to know what you ache forand if you dare to dream of meeting your heart?s longing.It doesn?t interest me how old you are.I want to know if you will risk looking like a foolfor lovefor your dreamfor the adventure of being alive.It doesn?t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrowif you have been opened by life?s betrayalsor have become shrivelled and closedfrom fear of further pain.I want to know if you can sit with painmine or your ownwithout moving to hide itor fade itor fix it.I want to know if you can be with joymine or your ownif you can dance with wildnessand let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toeswithout cautioning usto be carefulto be realisticto remember the limitations of being human.It doesn?t interest me if the story you are telling meis true.I want to know if you candisappoint anotherto be true to your... More About: Invitation , Poem
Catullus 101
2008-06-08 20:00:00 Gaius Valerius CatullusThis elegy poem is addressed to Catullus' dead brother or, strictly speaking, to the "mute ashes" that are all that remain of his brother's body.Lat?naMult?s per gent?s et multa per aequora vectusadveni? h?s miser?s, fr?ter, ad ?nferi?s,ut t? postr?m? d?n?rem m?nere mortiset m?tam n?qu?quam alloquerer cinerem.quandoquidem fort?na mih? t?t? abstulit ipsum.heu miser indign? fr?ter ad?mpte mihi,nunc tamen intere? haec, pr?sc? quae m?re parentumtr?dita sunt tr?st? m?nere ad ?nferi?s,accipe fr?tern? multum m?nantia fl?t?,atque in perpetuum, fr?ter, av? atque val?.EnglishHaving traveled through many nations and many seas,I arrive, Brother, for these poor funeral rites,That I might render you the last dues of the deadAnd might speak in vain to the silent ash.Since Fortune has stolen you yourself from me,Alas, wretched brother stolen undeservedly from me,Meanwhile, however, receive these which in the ancient custom of our parentswere handed down as a sad gift for fu... More About: Latin , Poem
Prayer
2008-06-06 18:00:00 "Whenever physical hunger turned cruel against me, I found my gratification in prayer. Whenever the biting cold of winter was unkind to me, I found my warmth in prayer. Whenever people were harsh to me (and their harshness was severe indeed) I found my comfort in prayer. In short, prayer became my food and my drink, my outfit and my armor, whether by night or by day."--- Matta El Meskeenhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matta _El_Meskeen More About: Prayer
The dream of al-Mansur
2008-06-06 05:00:00 The Dream (July 15, 1195)FrançaisIl leur dit: "Je vous ai envoyé quérir à cette heure pour vous raconter le motif de ma joie, et ce que j'ai vu en songe par la puissance de Dieu durant cette heure bénie. Pendant que j'étais prosterné, le sommeil ayant été plus fort que mes yeux, j'ai vu en rêve une porte qui s'ouvrait dans le ciel pour donner passage à un cavalier monté sur un cheval blanc qui descendit à moi. Ce cavalier était d'une beauté éblouissante, et il tenait dans sa main un étendard vert, qui en se déployant, aurait couvert le globe par sa grandeur. Après le salut, je lui demandai qui êtes vous donc (que Dieu vous bénisse!)? Il me répondit: Je suis un ange du septième ciel, envoyé pour t'annoncer la victoire de la part du Maître de l'univers; la victoire pour toi et pour tous ceux qui t'accompagnent, et qui sont prêts à sacrifier leurs vies pour mériter les récompenses du Très-Haut. Alors il se mit à chanter ces vers, que j'ai retenus comme s'ils étaient gravés d... More About: Culture , Espa , Book , The Dream
La Difunta Correa
2008-06-06 04:00:00 Se cuenta que María Antonia Deolinda Correa se casó con un militar y tuvo un hijo con él. Allá por 1835 el militar fue destinado a la frontera chilena en una leva para las montoneras de Facundo Quiroga. Cuando dio a luz quiso ir a encontrar al padre de su hijo para que lo conociera. El camino fue duro y la mujer murió antes de llegar a su destino, pero mantuvo vivo a su hijo dándole de mamar después de haber muerto. Unos arrieros encontraron el cadáver con el niño en brazos, y enterraron a la difunta en las proximidades del Cementerio Vallecito, en la cuesta de la sierra Pie de Palo.Muchos peregrinos se acercan hasta allí para llevar ofrendas, especialmente botellas de agua para simbolizar la leche con la que amamantó a su hijo. En las montañas hay multitud de capillas monográficas, es decir, donde se acumulan ofrendas para peticiones similares: gafas, muletas, maquetas de casas, matrículas de coche... Una enorme montaña de cera es la muestra de la cantidad de peregrinos que pasan p... More About: Culture , Argentina
La visión del Mumenin
2008-06-06 04:00:00 Visión recibida por el Mumenin en la madrugada del 15 de julio de 1195.Tu rendirás a Dios esa Castilla,tu pecho agitará placer infando;¿Ves el albor, con que el oriente brilla?El día de triunfar está asomando.Hasta el Pirene, de la opuesta orillatus plantas hollarán, avasallando.Dichoso Emir, el mismo Alá te anuncialo que mi boca angélica pronuncia.--- El Kartasch Menor (Roudh el-Karthas) (p. 148 [p.315])El 19 de julio en Alarcos (Ciudad Real) se enfrentaron las tropas del rey de Castilla Alfonso VIII y del califa Yakub ben Yussuf Almanzor (Abu Yusuf Ya'qub al-Mansur). Después de una sangrienta batalla, los moros quedaron dueños del pueblo hasta 1212 en que fue reconquistada por el rey Alfonso VIII, ayudado por los reyes Pedro II de Aragón y Sancho VII de Navarra.Fuente:Pascual Madoz. Diccionario geográfico-estadístico-histórico de Espa ña y sus posesiones de ultramar, p. 196. Madrid, 1845.http://books.google.com/books?id=jm4 DAAAAQAAJMas información:Battle of Alarcos (Disaster of Al... More About: Culture , Book
Dead Men's Broth
2008-06-05 05:00:00 Years afterwards when I was at St George's in the East, and rumours of cholera were in the air, I found hard it was to make people appreciate the experience I had gained at St Luke's. There was a pump in this eastern churchyard, at which, for all I could say, they insisted on filling their pails and jugs, till I hung a placard on it with this inscription, "DEAD MEN'S BROTH." Then I watched the arrival of disobedient souls, who paused to read my notice, and retired with empty buckets.Harry Jones, Fifty Years Or Dead Leaves and Living Seeds. MacMillan and Co. New York, 1895.http://books.google.com/books?id=8fY KAAAAYAAJ More About: Book
You get nothing!
2008-06-04 05:00:00 It's all there, black and white, clear as crystal! You stole fizzy lifting drinks. You bumped into the ceiling which now has to be washed and sterilized, so you get nothing! You lose! Good day sir!--- Willy Wonka, "Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory" (1971)Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKG07305CB s
Love poem
2008-05-31 22:00:00 WomanBefore I lay me down to sleep,I pray for a man, who's not a creep,One who's handsome, smart and strong.One who loves to listen long,One who thinks before he speaks,One who'll call, not wait for weeks.I pray he's gainfully employed,When I spend his cash, he won't be annoyed.Pulls out my chair and opens my door,Massages my back and begs to do more.Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?I pray that this man will love me to no end,And always be my very best friend.ManI pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac withhuge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,and loves to send me fishing and hunting. Thisdoesn't rhyme and I don't give a crap. More About: Humor , Love , Poem
The Visitation of the Virgin
2008-05-31 07:00:00 The Visitation Jacques Daret, 1434Low Countries (Netherlands)The Visitation of the Virgin Lourdes, France More About: Catholic
Gargantua and Pantagruel
2008-05-30 08:00:00 François RabelaisEnglish- What is the cause, said Gargantua, that Friar John hath such a fair nose?- Because, said Grangousier, that God would have it so, who frameth us in such form and for such end as is most agreeable with his divine will, even as a potter fashioneth his vessels.- Because, said Ponocrates, he came with the first to the fair of noses, and therefore made choice of the fairest and the greatest.- Pish, said the monk, that is not the reason of it, but, according to the true monastical philosophy, it is because my nurse had soft teats, by virtue whereof, whilst she gave me suck, my nose did sink in as in so much butter. The hard breasts of nurses make children short-nosed.http://www.gutenberg.org/etex t/1200Español- ¿Cómo será -observó Gargantúa- que el hermano Jean pueda tener tan hermosa nariz?- Porque así lo quiso Dios -repuso Grandgousier-; que El, en su divino arbitrio, nos modela como los alfareros sus vasijas.- Y como el monje Jean -añadió Ponócrates- fue el prim... More About: Book
Cyrano de Bergerac
2008-05-30 08:00:00 Edmond RostandEnglishSmall--my nose?'Tis enormous!Old Flathead, empty-headed meddler, knowThat I am proud possessing such appendice.'Tis well known, a big nose is indicativeOf a soul affable, and kind, and courteous,Liberal, brave, just like myself, and suchAs you can never dare to dream yourself,Rascal contemptible! For that witless faceThat my hand soon will come to cuff--is allAs empty. . .of pride, of aspiration,Of feeling, poetry--of godlike sparkOf all that appertains to my big nose,http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/1254E spañol¿Cómo? ¿Yo un chato igual que vos?¡Eso nunca! Prefieroser el más narigudo caballero,a no tener nariz. ¡Grande es la mÃa!¡Enorme! ¡Gigantesca! ¡Colosal!Pero yo, de este apéndice nasal,siempre estuve orgulloso. Un narigudoes siempre un hombre bueno,cortés, leal, inteligente, agudoy de virtudes lleno.¡No como vos, de inteligencia romoy en quien nadie repara¡Largo de aquÃ, rufián de tomo y lomo,que ni nariz teneis en esa cara!.
A un hombre de gran nariz
2008-05-30 07:00:00 Francisco de QuevedoErase un hombre a una nariz pegado,érase una nariz superlativa,érase una alquitara medio viva,érase un peje espada mal barbado;era un reloj de sol mal encarado,érase un elefante boca arriba,érase una nariz sayón y escriba,un Ovidio Nasón mal narigado.Erase el espolón de una galera,érase una pirámide de Egito,las doce tribus de narices era;érase un naricísimo infinitofrisón archinariz, caratulera,sabañón garrafal, morado y frito.Otra versión (posiblemente la original)del terceto final:érase un naricísimo infinito,muchísimo nariz, nariz tan fiera,que en la cara de Anás fuera delito. More About: Espa , Hombre
Carmina
2008-05-29 08:00:00 Gaius Valerius CatullusLat?na16Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo,Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,qui me ex versiculis meis putastis,quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum.Nam castum esse decet pium poetamipsum, versiculos nihil necessest(necesse est);qui tum denique habent salem ac leporem,si sunt molliculi ac parum pudiciet quod pruriat incitare possunt,non dico pueris, sed his pilosisqui duros nequeunt movere lumbos.Vos, quod milia multa basiorumlegistis, male me marem putatis?Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.33O FVRVM optime balneariorumVibenni pater et cinaede fili(nam dextra pater inquinatiore,culo filius est uoraciore),cur non exilium malasque in orasitis? quandoquidem patris rapinaenotae sunt populo, et natis pilosas,fili, non potes asse uenditare.56O REM ridiculam, Cato, et iocosam,dignamque auribus et tuo cachinno!ride quidquid amas, Cato, Catullum:res est ridicula et nimis iocosa.deprendi modo pupulum puellaetrusantem; hunc ego, si placet Dionae,pro telo rigida mea cecidi.English16I wil... More About: Book
Mi imagen y yo
2008-05-29 07:00:00 Juan Carlos OnettiEn algún papel leí, hace años, que el infierno estaba minuciosamente conformado por los ojos ocupados en mirarnos. La frase, entonces, no era de Borges ni de Sábato ni de Sartre ni mía. En cuanto a mí, hace años que aprendí el arte de afeitarme al tacto, para evitar la opinión del espejo, para acudir al trabajo sin el peso de otra depresión. Es que mi imagen ? ustedes me lo muestran ? avanza, desde hace tiempo, separada de mí. Mientras yo permanezco adolescente, calmo, interesado en lo que importa, bondadoso y humilde por indiferencia y por la asombrosa seguridad de que no hay respuestas, ella, mi cara, ha envejecido, se ha puesto amarga y tal vez esté contando o invente historias que no son mías sino de ella. More About: Uruguay , Imagen
Nocturno en el que nada se oye
2008-05-28 07:00:00 Xavier VillaurrutiaEn medio de un silencio desierto como la calle antes del crimensin respirar siquiera para que nada turbe mi muerteen esta soledad sin paredesal tiempo que huyeron los ángulosen la tumba del lecho dejo mi estatua sin sangrepara salir en un momento tan lentoen un interminable descensosin brazos que tendersin dedos para alcanzar la escala que cae de un piano invisiblesin más que una mirada y una vozque no recuerdan haber salido de ojos y labios¡qué son labios? qué son miradas que son labios?y mi voz ya no es míadentro del agua que no mojadentro del aire de vidriodentro del fuego lívido que corta como el gritoY en el juego angustioso de un espejo frente a otrocae mi vozy mi voz que maduray mi voz quemaduray mi bosque maduray mi voz quema duracomo el hielo de vidriocomo el grito de hieloaquí en el caracol de la orejael latido de un mar en el que no sé nadaen el que no se nadaporque he dejado pies y brazos en la orillasiento caer fuera de mí la red de mis nerviosmas huy... More About: Mexico , Nada
Diario de un killer sentimental
2008-05-28 00:00:00 Luis Sepulveda Calbucurahttp://www.mapuche.info/docs/sep ulveda9800.htmlEl detective George Washington Caucamán dio el grito de ¡quietos, al que me mueva le vuelo las verijas! y los jinetes se detuvieron en seco. En un movimiento coordinado por los años de práctica combatiendo el cuatrerismo en los pasos cordilleranos de la Patagonia, dos policías salieron de entre los matorrales y encañonaron a los sorprendidos cuatreros. Caucamán se iba a unir a sus compañeros, pero el gesto del cabecilla del grupo lo inquietó; llevaba una mano bajo el poncho mientras pedía que lo dejaran identificarse. Vio brillar el culatín de la USI y alertó ¡cuidado, tiene una metralleta!, pero el jinete, con un solo movimiento se había echado el poncho sobre la espalda y parado sobre los estribos descorría el seguro del arma. Caucamán saltó hasta quedar a un costado del jinete, alzó la Remington recortada y disparó. E1 hombre salió despedido como si le hubiesen asestado la más brutal coz en las nalgas.-George ... More About: Book , Killer , Sentimental , Diario
There'll always be an England
2008-05-27 23:00:00 Music: Ross Parker & Harry Par-DaviesLyrics : Hugh CharlesEnglishI give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.I give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.May this fair dear land we love so wellIn dignity and freedom dwell.Though worlds may change and go awryWhile there is still one voice to cry...There'll always be an England While there's a country lane,Wherever there's a cottage smallBeside a field of grain.There'll always be an EnglandWhile there's a busy street,Wherever there's a turning wheel,A million marching feet.Red, white and blue; what does it mean to you?Surely you're proud, shout it aloud,"Britons, awake!"The empire too, we can depend on you.Freedom remains. These are the chainsNothing can break.There'll always be an England,And England shall be freeIf England means as much to youAs England means to me.EspañolLes ofrezco un brindis, damas y caballeros,Les ofrezco un brindis, damas y caballeros,Qué esta linda tierra que amamos tantoSe mantenga libre y digna.Aunque los...
The flower of Coleridge
2008-05-27 22:00:00 EnglishWhat if you slept?And what if, in you sleep, you dreamed?And what if, in your dream, you went to Heavenand there plucked a rare and beautiful flower?And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand?Ah, what then?--- Samuel Taylor ColeridgeEspañol¿Qué si durmieras?¿Y qué si, dormido, soñaras?¿Y qué si, en tu sueño, fueras al Cieloy ahi recogieras una rara y bella flor?Y qué si, cuando despertaras, ¿tuvieras la flor en tu mano?Ah, ¿entonces qué?--- Samuel Taylor ColeridgeOtra versión¿Qué tal si durmieras?¿Y qué tal, si dormido, soñaras?¿Y qué tal, si en tu sueño, fueras al Cieloy ahi recogieras una rara y bella flor?Y qué tal, si cuando despertaras, ¿tuvieras la flor en tu mano?Ah, ¿entonces qué?--- Samuel Taylor Coleridge More About: Flower
This royal throne of kings
2008-05-27 21:00:00 EnglishThis royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,This other Eden, demi-paradise,This fortress built by Nature for herselfAgainst infection and the hand of war,This happy breed of men, this little world,This precious stone set in the silver sea,Which serves it in the office of a wallOr as a moat defensive to a house,Against the envy of less happier lands,-This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.William ShakespeareRichard II (Act 2, Scene 1)EspañolEste trono real the reyes, ésta isla cetrada,ésta tierra de majestad, éste asiento de Marte,éste otro Edén, semi-paraÃso,ésta fortaleza construida por Natura para ellacontra la enfermedad y la mano de la guerra,ésta feliz raza de hombres, éste pequeño mundo,ésta piedra preciosa colocada en un mar de plata,que le sirve en oficio de muroo como foso defensivo a una casa,contra la envidia de tierras menos felices, -éste terruño bendito, ésta tierra, éste reino, ésta I... More About: Royal , Kings
The English seen by an Italian
2008-05-27 20:00:00 EnglishThe English are great lovers of themselves, and of everything belonging to them; they think that there are no other men than themselves, and no other world but England; and whenever they see a handsome foreigner, they say that 'he looks like an Englishman', and that 'it is a great pity that he should not be an Englishmen'.Venetian ambassador to EnglandEarly 16th centuryCharlotte Augusta SneydItalian Relations of England (p. 20)EspañolLos ingleses son grandes admiradores de ellos mismos y de todo lo concerniente a ellos; piensan que no hay otros hombres mas que ellos y no hay otro mundo excepto Inglaterra; y cuando ven a un extranjero bien parecido, dicen que 'parece un inglés', y que 'es una gran lástima que no sea inglés'.Embajadora veneciana a InglaterraPrincipios del siglo 16thCharlotte Augusta SneydItalian Relations of England (p. 20) More About: English
Astucia
2008-05-27 07:00:00 Luis G. Inclán1865Cascabel, nuevo jefe del Resguardo, amenaza a Astucia:"Señor Astucia, sólo por fanfarrón y malcriado, tengo empeño en escarmentarlo y no he de dejar de perseguirlo, hasta que lo vea colgado en el palo de la Loba, donde estuvo el capitán Cuitlacoche."Responde Astucia, jefe de la Hermandad de la Hoja:"... Si en el palo de la Loba colgaron los gachupines al capitán Cuitlacoche porque fue un valiente que defendía la independencia de su patria, allí mismo le mandaré dar una ortigada en las nalgas, para que se le quite lo clueco de haber pertenecido sus mayores al imperio de Iturbide" More About: Mexico , Book
Lizzie Borden
2008-05-27 06:10:00 Lizzie Borden took an axeAnd gave her mother forty whacks.And when she saw what she had doneShe gave her father forty-one. More About: Culture , Poem
Un boliviano con salida al mar
2008-05-26 07:00:00 Mario BenedettiDespistes y Franquezas (1995)Nunca he podido confirmarlo, pero dicen que en plena guerra de las Malvinas le preguntaron a Borges qué solución se le ocurría para el conflicto, y él, con su sorna metafísica de siempre, respondió: "Creo que Argentina y Gran Bretaña tendrían que ponerse de acuerdo y adjudicar las Malvinas a Bolivia , para que este país logre por fin su salida al mar."En realidad, la ironía de Borges (siempre que la cita sea verdadera) se basaba en una obsesión que está presente en todo boliviano, ese alguien que siempre parece estar acechando el horizonte en busca del esquivo mar que le fue negado. Tiene el Titicaca, por supuesto, pero el enorme lago sólo le sirve para que crezca su frustración, ya que en vez de conducirlo a otros mundos, sólo lo conduce a sí mismo.De todas maneras, cuando algún boliviano llega al mar, aunque éste sea lejano, siempre se trata de un blanco, nunca de un indio. Hubo un indio, sin embargo, nacido junto a las minas de Oruro, qu... More About: Uruguay , Salida
For Want of a Nail
2008-05-26 05:00:00 The proverb describes a situation where permitting some small undesirable situation will allow gradual and inexorable worsening.For want of a nail the shoe was lost.For want of a shoe the horse was lost.For want of a horse the rider was lost.For want of a rider the battle was lost.For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.And all for the want of a horseshoe nail. More About: Culture , Nail
The negative confession
2008-05-26 04:00:00 Book of the deadhttp://www.aldokkan.com/religion/dead 9.htmI haven't committed sin.I haven't committed robbery with violence.I haven't stolen.I haven't slain men and women.I haven't stolen grain.I haven't purloined offerings.I haven't stolen the property of god.I haven't uttered lies.I haven't carried away food.I haven't uttered curses.I haven't committed adultery - I haven't lain with men.I have made none to weep.I haven't eaten the heart.I haven't attacked any man.I am not a man of deceit.I haven't stolen cultivated land.I haven't been an eavesdropper.I haven't slandered no man.I haven't been angry without just cause.I haven't debauched the wife of any man.I haven't debauched the wife of any man.I haven't polluted myself.I have terrorized none.I haven't transgressed the law.I haven't been wroth.I haven't shut my ears to the words of truth.I haven't blasphemed.I am not a man of violence.I haven't been a stirrer up of strife.I haven't acted with undue haste... More About: Egypt , Book , Confession , Negative
Mary's Song
More articles from this author:2008-05-26 00:00:00 Millie RiethMy soul doth glory in your love, O Lord.My soul doth glory in your love, O Lord.For you gazed on your servant with compassion,And you reached out and took me by the hand.Great are you, God, and Holy is your name.Your mercy reaches through the end of time.For the lowly you raise to the heavens,And he proud hearted have no part with you.Ah, how you fill the hungry with your love.With empty hands the rich are sent away.You will always be mindful in your mercy,As you promised your people long ago.My soul doth glory in your love, O Lord.My soul doth glory in your love, O Lord.For you smiled on your servant with compassion,And you reached out and took me by the hand.My soul doth glory in your love, O Lord.My soul doth glory in your love, O Lord.For you smiled on your servant with compassion,And you reached out and took me by the hand. More About: Lyrics , Song , Catholic , Virgin Mary 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 |
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