Not unto mine own but with provisions of seconds and minutes received; freely. Not unto mine belongeth thee.
My name is Ahab and - GOD IS / the Lover of mine. Not equal as I | GOD IS /GOD IS never equal to | i Not equal to HIM never equal to i. GOD Ever IS not i. Yet shall I with Him Be Alive For Ever HE Willing. 'till Death might come Let i live with THEM GOD willing only willing. never I Ever, for in Truth and not in lies, THEY providing.
Come, stack arms, men. Pile on the rails, Stir up the campfire bright; No matter if the canteen fails, We'll make a roaring night. Here Shenandoah brawls along, There burly Blue Ridge echoes strong To swell the brigade's rousing song Of "Stonewall Jackson's way." We see him now, the old slouched hat Couched o'er his eye askew, The shrewd, dry smile, the speech so pat, So calm, so blunt, so true. That "Blue-Light Elder" knows 'em well Says he, "That's Banks; he's fond of shell Lord save his soul! We'll give him"...well, That's "Stonewall Jackson's way." Silence! Ground arms! Kneel all! Caps off! Old Blue Light's gonna pray Strangle the fool that dares to scoff; Attention; it's his way! Appealing from his native sod, In forma pauperis to God-- "Lay bare thine arm; stretch forth thy rod; Amen." That's "Stonewall's way." He's in the saddle now! Fall in! Steady, the whole brigade! Hill's at the ford, cut off! We'll win His way out, ball and blade. What matter if our shoes are worn? What matter if our feet are torn? "Quick step--we're with him e're the dawn!" That's "Stonewall Jackson's way." The sun's bright glances rout the mists Of morning, and, by George! There's Longstreet struggling in the lists, Hemmed in an ugly gorge-- Pope and his Yankees whipped before "Bayonet and grape!" hear Stonewall roar, "Charge, Stuart! Pay off Ashby's score In Stonewall Jackson's way." Ah, maiden! wait and watch and yearn For news of Stonewall's band! Ah, widow! read with eyes that burn That ring upon thy hand! Ah, wife! sew on, pray on, hope on, Thy life shall not be all forlorn The foe had better ne'er been born, That gets in Stonewall's way.
Either in life living or in death awaiting I'm remembered By THEM - never i shall i remember I awaiting. Tell me what Are the names of thy parents grand and great? Not i to I... i boasting might recount several lines Mostly unknown of by i, even unto mine own... Rejoicing with GOD surely AS HE IS with THEM, yes? and then I and them With Them .. Eternally, Everlastingly, and GOD
The Paters is as fathers providing As a father provides for his house and home so also They. GOD, Pater, of this world. The Heavenly Father, Pater, of The Heavenly Kingdom. Christ Messiah, Pater, of His, life - living.
Smiles of understanding and receivings with gratitude and love as childs?? Blessed. Thank YOU, Pater! What wrongs can i receive if i mistake as a child except Love correcting because of THEIR care to-wards me?
Nope. Because when you die you sleep. Then you got spirit bodies not given in marriage. Plus, you won't recognize anybody. Plus, icecream.
And why should i stand between THEM and THEIRS; ones Loved with care- even unto caring correcting for Love and life Eternally Everlastingly, and GOD i, us, childs receiving in gratitude and smiles from Paters having thus far received... each past Day...
O say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines in the stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country, should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation. Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: 'In God is our trust.' And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
It is said...spoken He with the most in the end has obtained. Men sob for not having Women for seeing lack. Tell me, O' lover of mine. Art thou Greater than THEY, The Paters? Thinkest thou that thou art my only Provider; Pater Ever even unto Ever? Providers, even of corrections of care and Love - respectable and honorable cherished and received with gratitudes and smiles rejoicing! Thou lovest me, Pater! Thou lovest me! Thank you kindly Ma'am for dinner. God bless thee in abundance, surely. After all, This Is His Kingdom, thou surely knowest, true? or is it with forced labor that HE is made to make the sun to rise? Yet tell me O' lover i have asked when shall thou speak? Or are those piercing thrusts as unto thine enemies of non knowing?
(Cynthia Bolbach married to a Korean President) For now it's Good-bye Maria, I'm off to Korea Far across the sea It's the same old story, it's up to Old Glory To win another fight for liberty So keep the home fires burning And it won't be long until I'll be returning Good-bye Maria, though I'm off to Korea In my heart you'll always be It wasn't long ago that we met in Italy I was a G.I. Joe and you were Bella Marie Soon we were married, then we sailed away Across the ocean blue to my home in I-O-Way There we've been living, happy as can be Raising fields of corn and a small family But now Maria, you must be brave and smile We're in another fight so I must leave you for awhile For now it's Good-bye Maria, I'm off to Korea Far across the sea It's the same old story, it's up to Old Glory To win another fight for liberty So keep the home fires burning And it won't be long until I'll be returning Good-bye Maria, though I'm off to Korea In my heart you'll always be
Even as the Mother of The Christ Messiah received the thrusting of spears piercing into her very own heart and soul and might and life when she beheld her son crucified for no crime So Also The Woman receives thrusting piercings from the lover of hers..
If not being corrected by Pater then most seemingly of her lover by her lover as to enemies vain because left unspoken yet harbored within his docks. Humiliation, unto man belongeth not. Woman shall rash with blush for her lover's vanity, especially if unspoken ... even unto the woman of his bosom... It is better, then, to not marry than to marry and speak not loving words unto the lover who asks... Tell me, O' lover of mine....shall we go and destroy another??
The Scots' Confession was written in 1560 at the direction of the Scottish parliament by John Knox et al. Chapter 6 - The Incarnation of Jesus Christ So by our Confession, we condemn the damnable and pestilent heresies of Arius, Marcion, Eutyches, Nestorius, and such others as either deny the eternity of his Godhead, or the truth of his human nature, or confounded them, or else divided them. The Alabama Confederacy convention wrote the Bonnie Blue Flag. The Alabama 1901 Constitution convention written by John Knox invokes the favor and guidance of Almighty God from the Confederacy. I hereby confess... Nestorius to be a heresy.
Trolley, time to go to the land of make-believe. Korean Empire trolley Horace Allen X the Owl is a blue-feathered owl who lives in the oak tree found at the center of the Neighborhood of Make-Believe. X is happy, inquisitive and eager to learn[1]; however, he is also known to become frustrated when things do not go his way.[2][3][4] One of X the Owl's main talents is printmaking -- a trade he appreciates due to his admiration of Benjamin Franklin. He has printed various documents throughout the Neighborhood including invitations[5], admission tickets[6], and pretend money.[7] X's admiration of Benjamin Franklin goes far beyond printmaking. At times, X has been known to dress in costume as Ben Franklin[8][9][10][11][12][13] and involve himself in a variety of "Ben Franklin experiments."[14] Forever a student, X the Owl is an eager learner and frequently immerses himself into lessons delivered by the Owl Correspondence School on subjects ranging from counting[15] and safety[16] to Native American culture[17] and his hero, Ben Franklin.[18] When he finds something especially pleasing, X often describes the task/object/idea as "niffty galifty." X loves poetry and often writes his own poems.[19][20] He also loves oranges[21] and occasionally gives the fruit to his friends as a gift.[22] Another of X the Owl's passions is nature. While he greatly enjoys birdwatching,[23] his other scientific interests include astronomy,[24] botany,[25][26] and general people watching.[27] X finds great joy in teaching others.[28][29][30] No stranger to hard work, X the Owl helped Handyman Negri build a balcony at the castle,[31] was once strapped to the Musuem-Go-Round to keep in moving,[32] and has occasionally served in business/sales roles.[33][34] When a tunnel was found under the Neighborhood of Make-Believe, X was sent to explore the uncharted ground.[35] X the Owl's extended family includes Cousin Mary Owl, Cousin Stephen Owl, and a younger brother named Y.[36] With a very helpful and caring spirit, X often looks to provide comfort to his fellow neighbors whether it be comforting a frightened friend[37] or offering shelter to a family in need.[38][39] According to a Neighborhood census, X the Owl cannot whistle and his favorite color is blue.[40] He is a friend to Sesame Street's Big Bird[41] and once had a television show of his own -- Flying with X -- on Lady Elaine Fairchilde's MGR-TV.[42]
Still the One Orleans We've been together since way back when Sometimes I never want to see you again But I want you to know, after all these years You're still the one I want whisperin' in my ear You're still the one I want to talk to in bed Still the one that turns my head We're still having fun, and you're still the one I looked at your face every day But I never saw it 'til I went away When winter came, I just wanted to go Deep in the desert, I longed for the snow You're still the one that makes me laugh Still the one that's my better half We're still having fun, and you're still the one You're still the one that makes me strong Still the one I want to take along We're still having fun, and you're still the one (yes you are!) Changing, our love is going gold Even though we grow old, it grows new You're still the one that I love to touch Still the one and I can't get enough We're still having fun, and you're still the one You're still the one who can scratch my itch Still the one and I wouldn't switch We're still having fun, and you're still the one You're still the one that makes me shout Still the one that I dream about We're still having fun, and you're still the one
Alas, my love, you do me wrong, To cast me off discourteously. For I have loved you well and long, Delighting in your company. Chorus: Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. Alas, my love, that you should own A heart of wanton vanity, So must I meditate alone Upon your insincerity. (Chorus) Your vows you've broken, like my heart, Oh, why did you so enrapture me? Now I remain in a world apart But my heart remains in captivity. (Chorus) If you intend thus to disdain, It does the more enrapture me, And even so, I still remain A lover in captivity. (Chorus) I have been ready at your hand, To grant whatever you would crave, I have both wagered life and land, Your love and good-will for to have. (Chorus) Thou couldst desire no earthly thing, But still thou hadst it readily. Thy music still to play and sing; And yet thou wouldst not love me. (Chorus) I bought thee kerchiefs for thy head, That were wrought fine and gallantly; I kept thee at both board and bed, Which cost my purse well-favoredly. (Chorus) I bought thee petticoats of the best, The cloth so fine as it might be; I gave thee jewels for thy chest, And all this cost I spent on thee. (Chorus) Thy smock of silk, both fair and white, With gold embroidered gorgeously; Thy petticoat of sendal right, And these I bought thee gladly. (Chorus) My men were clothed all in green, And they did ever wait on thee; All this was gallant to be seen, And yet thou wouldst not love me. (Chorus) They set thee up, they took thee down, They served thee with humility; Thy foot might not once touch the ground, And yet thou wouldst not love me. (Chorus) 'Tis, I will pray to God on high, That thou my constancy mayst see, And that yet once before I die, Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me. (Chorus) Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu, To God I pray to prosper thee, For I am still thy lover true, Come once again and love me. Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves.
One too many she-banshees for John Knox to keep track of, my sincere apologies, my sincere apologies. my sincere apologies.
Dr Livingstone! Christianity!... Britannia!... Some water in Africa! Its Victoria Falls! Dear Mary Lincoln, I always ignored writing Abraham Lincoln, he's a nuisance, but I write in the most sincere non-political published across all of Britannia letter that you understand your response will also be in the London times, on the dreadful loss of your husband, Abraham Lincoln, and oh how I lost my Albert, a couple years earlier, how we are both grieved women. Presbyterians are my Favorite Church.
Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips And the sun is like a toy balloon There are get-up-in-the-morning glories In the golden afternoon There are dizzy daffodils on the hillside Strings of violets are all in tune Tiger lilies love the dandelions In the golden afternoon There are dog and caterpillars and a copper centipede Where the lazy daisies love the very peaceful life They lead... You can learn a lot of things from the flowers For especially in the month of June There's a wealth of happiness and romance All in the golden afternoon All in the golden afternoon, the golden afternoon You can learn a lot of things from the flowers For especially in the month of June There's a wealth of happiness and romance All in the golden afternoon Would ye be my 4 year old "Braveheart" revenge plot twist?! aye