I was inspired by Linda G Hill who is involved in so many different things to try my hand at Song Lyric Sunday.
I am coloring outside the lines a bit – firstly today is Monday rather than Sunday and then my lyric is from the 1890’s rather than the 1990s and is full of paradox. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgDRQVsmI08
This hymn was written by the poet George Matheson (1842-1906). Despite being almost blind by the age of 18, he became one of the outstanding Scottish Presbyterian ministers of his time. Perhaps his use of paradox arose from his life which was a paradox in itself.
The Lyrics are as follows
|1. Make me a captive, Lord,
and then I shall be free.
Force me to render up my sword,
and I shall conqueror be.
I sink in life’s alarms
when by myself I stand;
imprison me within thine arms,
and strong shall be my hand.
2. My heart is weak and poor
until it master find;
it has no spring of action sure,
it varies with the wind.
It cannot freely move
till thou hast wrought its chain;
enslave it with thy matchless love,
and deathless it shall reign.
3. My power is faint and low
till I have learned to serve;
it lacks the needed fire to glow,
it lacks the breeze to nerve.
It cannot drive the world
until itself be driven;
its flag can only be unfurled
when thou shalt breathe from heaven.
4. My will is not my own
till thou hast made it thine;
if it would reach a monarch’s throne,
it must its crown resign.
It only stands unbent
amid the clashing strife,
when on thy bosom it has leant,
and found in thee its life.
This is part of the Coffee with Wings Challenge.
Every Monday think of a bible verse or inspirational quote that has been meaningful to you in the last week or which you’d like to take into the new week with you.
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith–and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God. (Eph 2:8)
This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Click the link to find out how you can join in too! https://lindaghill.com/2016/06/10/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-1116/
The word I have chosen is climb. As in move from one elevation to a higher one. When I was a little girl I used to fantasize about a system where you always walked down hill. I realized that to equalize things at some stage you would have to go up at some stage so I pictured a sort of lift contraption at every street corner. I am still not crazy about walking or even cycling uphill. It takes so much more effort. When I go on hikes and have to climb a steep incline, my method is to take ten steps up, turn around (so I can’t see how much hill is still ahead of me) and take ten deep breaths then continue with the next ten steps.
At work I have my office on the second floor. It is in a school so there are no lifts. I have got into the habit of climbing up and down two flights of stairs regularly. After a school holidays, when I get back to school I am so breathless and can barely make it up the two flights. It occurs to me, when I retire next year, my body will miss the regular conditioning those two flights of steps have afforded me.
If we only had downhill, our climbing muscles would get weaker and weaker. I suppose life is like that too. If everything always ran smoothly and there were no obstacles, no mountains to climb, we would miss out on a lot of life and never develop coping skills and our characters would never develop to their full potential.
So today, I thank God that I can climb and that He’s put steps in my life.
This story is part of FFfAW run by Priceless Joy. The challenge is to write a story in 100 – 150 words.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by phylor. Thank you phylor for our prompt photo!
“It was an accident, Officer. You see my friend here…” I looked around to indicate the girl I had just met. She had disappeared.
“Well, anyway. She’s also a student. From Australia. She showed me this fancy boomerang. The latest in technology, she said. You can even programme it on your cell phone.” I held out the shiny metal object. “Then she said she’d give me a hundred dollars if I could loop it around the statue and retrieve it.”
The policeman fished a packet of white powder from the statue’s broken arm. “You’d better come with me,” he said.
We were an exclusive coterie. We respected secrets, confidentiality. We were murderers all.
This is part of Shapeshifting 13. This week’s challenge is to write a story in 13 words about the word “coterie”
Monday is time for a quick coffee fix to start the week. In this case it is a verse of scripture to take me into the week.
Today’s verse is from 1 john 4:10 (New Living Tanslation)
This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins.
This post is part of Streams of Consciousness Saturday. This week it must highlight the word “book”. Even though it is late on Sunday night, I can’t resist posting for this because, you see, I am writing a book. That is to say, I have started a book. I have finished two chapters this year. This is where the worm comes in. Worms progress slowly. Earthworms progress in curves and spirals and that is how I feel my progress is going.
I was encouraged to start a novel when my short story, “They call me Nothing“, won first place in the SA Writers Circle monthly competition. This is no great honour because only about 20 people participate. Nevertheless the judge commented that some of the stories would make good novels so I thought I’d give it a try.
It has not been easy fitting writing into my schedule but if I can consider a chapter as only a short story which I have been trying to do once a month, it is attainable if I just keep going. So you won’t see my book on the bookshelves soon, if ever. Chapter Three is almost finished and school holidays are coming up so I hope I’ll have time to finish chapter three and maybe chapter four by the middle of July.
This is part of One Liner Wednesday by Linda G Hill and it comes from Proverbs 19:13 and it as true today as it was then.
A foolish son brings disgrace to his father. A nagging wife goes on and on like the drip, drip, drip of the rain (CEV)