Days and weeks without a song
Reticence enfolding
Thoughts swirling quickly but never formed
Outward form withholding
But birds kept singing on and on
And blue skies filled the morning
The trees broke forth in full array
The scent of flowers forming
You say if I will not sing out, the rocks will praise Your Name
I choose to sing, to praise, to say
You are my God, the Way
c2021 Lisa Lyons
“The LORD keeps you from all harm and watches over your life. The LORD keeps watch over you as you come and go, both now and forever.”
– Psalm 121:7-8
I have had a lovely morning of remembering. A musician and teacher from Cahersiveen, Ireland contacted me about the story behind “The Sheep of Portmagee,” a song I wrote in 2012, and for permission to include the lyrics in a local collection of songs about the area.
This was a quirky song I wrote, giving human feelings and adventures to said sheep. I used the Irish traditional “Gilderoy” for the tune.
What a wonderful three weeks it was…..it is great to remember good things on a cold, rainy day. Love, Lisa
Never-Ending….
Synonyms: continuous, unceasing, constant, continual, perpetual, unfaltering, permanent, steady, relentless, persistent, endless
“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End [never-ending].” – Revelation 22:13
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal [never-ending] life.” – John 3:16
“The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: “I have loved you with an everlasting [never-ending] love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.” – Jeremiah 31:3
“Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away [never-ending].” – Matthew 24:35
I am thinking of permanence, of unchanging, of persistent, of everlasting love this morning. Long after this earth has passed away, God and God alone will remain. The wonderful, beautiful Jesus Christ will be the shining city on the hill.
Love Him more…..that is the only thing that will bring my heart contentment and rest. Not the vacation, not the new clothes, not the fake “happy” smile. Just Him.
Never-Ending.
Love, Lisa
…If I was a seagull,
….I might fly over Portmagee’s harbour
…I might land for lunch outside of the Bridge Bar
…I might tuck my head inside my wing for a little after lunch nap
….I might do the whole thing again tomorrow
Fly well today, my friends. Slainte, Lisa
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