<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987</id><updated>2024-09-05T07:38:42.263-08:00</updated><category term="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJ4LGwsGFxM/Tc5GCqUer7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/4F5IRPNC3xw/s1600/Dad%2Band%2BAudrey%2BMich.tif"/><title type='text'>Songs of My Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-3808047087395218217</id><published>2012-05-05T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-05-05T21:09:53.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Gave Me You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width=&quot;560&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/nCf2PoTuh4Q&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;

I just heard this and it is my new special song for James! God did give me James!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/3808047087395218217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2012/05/god-gave-me-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/3808047087395218217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/3808047087395218217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2012/05/god-gave-me-you.html' title='God Gave Me You'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/nCf2PoTuh4Q/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-2044875347322286441</id><published>2012-04-28T20:03:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-04-28T20:09:24.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width=&quot;560&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/vq_kBLuDico&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;

He Alone - Julianne Grant
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This song was written by James&#39; Uncle Jerry and is sang by his cousin Julianne. Please enjoy!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/2044875347322286441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2012/04/he-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/2044875347322286441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/2044875347322286441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2012/04/he-alone.html' title='He Alone'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/vq_kBLuDico/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-1478813543044084153</id><published>2012-04-06T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T18:34:20.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;When We See Christ&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This last Sunday Morning, April 1,2012, I got to go to Church for the first time in a long time! It took a long time and a lot of pain and effort to get ready and get there so we sent the kids on to Sunday School while James helped me finish getting ready, taking the necessary breaks for rest and letting spasms pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I was excited but out of breath and hurting by the time we got out the door. James had to hold tight to me cause we still have so much ice and snow. Then I got one leg in the truck and one hip on the seat....and as usual, I was stuck! So I held on while he lifted my other leg into the truck and then scooted me over and even buckled me in. &amp;nbsp;(He takes such good care of me!) As we backed out of our drive there was over two feet of ice and snow, slush and bumps on our back road. It was awful! It threw us all over the place. James kept saying he was sorry, but there was nothing he could do, that is part of spring &quot;break-up&quot; in Alaska!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Once we hit the main road leading into the subdivision the road graters had been by and the roads were smoother. The sun was out, and I was in the truck with my husband on the way to church!! It was beautiful! Before I realized it I was humming, then I was singing quietly, by the time we reached the second light I was belting it out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Oft times the day seems long, our trials hard to bear! We&#39;re tempted to complain, to murmur and despair; But Christ will soon appear and catch His bride away!!! ALL TEARS FOREVER OVER in God&#39;s eternal day! IT WILL BE WORTH IT ALL!!!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The ride to Church was over too soon. I was praising God with all my heart! But then we walked in just in time to start services and be blessed all over again both with the songs and especially the sermon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So my friends, never forget, no matter what pain, trial, or tribulation, no matter what Valley you are in or what steep Mountain you are climbing; IT WILL BE WORTH IT ALL, WHEN WE SEE JESUS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;When We See Christ&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lyrics and Composer: Esther Kerr Rusthoi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oft times the day seems long, our trials hard to bear,
We&#39;re tempted to complain, to murmur and despair;
But Christ will soon appear to catch His Bride away,
All tears forever over in God&#39;s eternal day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It will be worth it all when we see Jesus,
Life&#39;s trials will seem so small when we see Christ;
One glimpse of His dear face all sorrow will erase,
So bravely run the race till we see Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes the sky looks dark with not a ray of light,
We&#39;re tossed and driven on, no human help in sight;
But there is one in heav&#39;n who knows our deepest care,
Let Jesus solve your problem - just go to Him in pray&#39;r.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It will be worth it all when we see Jesus,
Life&#39;s trials will seem so small when we see Christ;
One glimpse of His dear face all sorrow will erase,
So bravely run the race till we see Christ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Life&#39;s day will soon be o&#39;er, all storms forever past,
We&#39;ll cross the great divide, to glory, safe at last;
We&#39;ll share the joys of heav&#39;n - a harp, a home, a crown,
The tempter will be banished, we&#39;ll lay our burden down.  

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;It will be worth it all when we see Jesus,
Life&#39;s trials will seem so small when we see Christ;
One glimpse of His dear face all sorrow will erase,
So bravely run the race till we see Christ.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/1478813543044084153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2012/04/when-we-see-christ.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/1478813543044084153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/1478813543044084153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2012/04/when-we-see-christ.html' title='&quot;When We See Christ&quot;'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-4285179742641013517</id><published>2011-09-25T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T14:01:57.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning while Mathew was getting ready for Church he was teasing and joking with me while I sat here in my &quot;cripple chair&quot; having spasms. And the more I laughed the worse they got and the more he joked, and the harder I laughed...&lt;/div&gt;
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But when he finally left, my six and a half foot, 16 year old son YELLED from the other room as he was walking out the door, &quot;I LOVE YOU, MOM!!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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This has been one of my all time favorite song for YEARS! This was my song for Mathew and I. All through the pregnancy when I was scared, having surgery, in pain, bedrest, preterm labor, alone, lonely...this was the song I sang for us to comfort my heart and let him hear my voice.&lt;/div&gt;
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Once he was born, this was his lullaby. This was the song I sang when I walked the floors with him at night or when we were scared and couldn&#39;t sleep or we felt alone or when we were driving in the dark or in a snow storm...&lt;/div&gt;
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Mathew was born on a Thurs. night at 11:20pm. Two and a half days later on Sunday morning (Mother&#39;s Day) I stood up and handed him to the preacher and gave him back to God for answering my prayers after 7yrs of praying for a baby! It was and still is &quot;Well with my Soul&quot;!! Yes Satan does buffet and trials do come!! But Christ has regarded my helpless estate and shed His Own blood for my soul! And He is in control and has blessed me beyond measure and I know I do not deserve any of it but oh, I am so very thankful and I treasure it! I treasure every second of it! The wonderful and even the hard parts, because they are gifts!&lt;/div&gt;
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Horatio Gates Spafford&lt;/div&gt;
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1828-1888&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;This hymn was written by a Chicago lawyer, Horatio G. Spafford. You might think to write a worship song titled,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&#39;It is Well with my Soul&#39;, you would indeed have to be a rich, successful Chicago lawyer. On the contrary, they came from a man who had suffered almost unimaginable personal tragedy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Horatio and his wife, Anna, were pretty well-known in 1860’s Chicago. And this was not just because&amp;nbsp;of Horatio&#39;s legal career and business endeavors. The Spafford’s were also prominent supporters and close&amp;nbsp;friends of D.L. Moody, the famous preacher. In 1870, however, things started to go wrong. The Spafford’s only&amp;nbsp;son was killed by scarlet fever at the age of four. A year later, it was fire rather than fever that struck. Horatio&amp;nbsp;had invested heavily in real estate on the shores of Lake Michigan. In 1871, every one of these holdings was&amp;nbsp;wiped out by the great Chicago Fire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Aware of the toll that these disasters had taken on the family, Horatio decided to take his wife and four&amp;nbsp;daughters on a holiday to England. And, not only did they need the rest -- DL Moody needed the help. He was&amp;nbsp;traveling around Britain on one of his great evangelistic campaigns. Horatio and Anna planned to join Moody in&amp;nbsp;late 1873. And so, the Spaffords traveled to New York in November, from where they were to catch the French&amp;nbsp;steamer ‘SS Ville du Havre’ across the Atlantic. Yet just before they set sail, a last-minute business&amp;nbsp;development&amp;nbsp;forced Horatio to delay. Not wanting to ruin the family holiday, Spafford persuaded his family to go as planned.&amp;nbsp;He would follow on later. With this decided, Anna and her four daughters sailed&amp;nbsp;east to Europe while Spafford&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;returned&amp;nbsp;west to Chicago. Just nine days later, Spafford received a telegram from his wife in Wales. It read:&amp;nbsp;&quot;Saved alone.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;On November 2nd 1873, the ‘SS Ville du Havre’ had collided with the&amp;nbsp;‘Loch Earn’, an English vessel. It sank in only&amp;nbsp;12 minutes, claiming the lives of 226 people. Anna Spafford had stood bravely on the deck, with her daughters&amp;nbsp;Annie, Maggie, Bessie and Tanetta clinging desperately to her. Her last memory had been of her baby being&amp;nbsp;torn violently from her arms by the force of the waters. Anna was only saved from the fate of her daughters by a&amp;nbsp;plank which floated beneath her unconscious body and propped her up. When the survivors of the wreck had&amp;nbsp;been rescued, Mrs. Spafford&#39;s first reaction was one of complete despair. Then she heard a voice speak to her,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;You were spared for a purpose.&quot; And she immediately recalled the words of a friend, &quot;It&#39;s easy to be grateful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;and good when you have so much, but take care that you are not a fair-weather friend to God.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Upon hearing the terrible news, Horatio Spafford boarded the next ship out of New York to join his bereaved&amp;nbsp;wife. Bertha Spafford (the fifth daughter of Horatio and Anna born later) explained that during her father&#39;s&amp;nbsp;voyage, the captain of the ship had called him to the bridge. &quot;A careful reckoning has been made&quot;, he said, &quot;and&amp;nbsp;I believe we are now passing the place where the ‘SS Ville du Havre’ was wrecked. The water is three miles deep.&quot; Horatio&amp;nbsp;then returned to his cabin and penned the lyrics of his great hymn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;The words which Spafford wrote that day come from&amp;nbsp;II&amp;nbsp;Kings 4:26. They echo the response of the Shunammite&amp;nbsp;woman to the sudden death of her only child. Though we are told &quot;her soul is vexed within her&quot;, she still&amp;nbsp;maintains that &#39;It is well.&quot; And Spafford&#39;s song reveals a man whose trust in the Lord is as unwavering as hers&amp;nbsp;was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;It would be very difficult for any of us to predict how we would react under circumstances similar to those&amp;nbsp;experienced by the Spaffords. But we do know that the God who sustained them would also be with us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;No matter what circumstances overtake us may we be able to say with Horatio Spafford...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It Is Well with My Soul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,&lt;/div&gt;
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When sorrows like sea billows roll;&lt;/div&gt;
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Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,&lt;/div&gt;
It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/li&gt;
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Refrain:&lt;/div&gt;
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It is well, with my soul,&lt;/div&gt;
It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/li&gt;
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Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,&lt;/div&gt;
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Let this blest assurance control,&lt;/div&gt;
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That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,&lt;/div&gt;
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.&lt;/li&gt;
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Refrain:&lt;/div&gt;
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It is well, with my soul,&lt;/div&gt;
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It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/div&gt;
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My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!&lt;/div&gt;
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My sin, not in part but the whole,&lt;/div&gt;
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Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,&lt;/div&gt;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!&lt;/li&gt;
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Refrain:&lt;/div&gt;
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It is well, with my soul,&lt;/div&gt;
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It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/div&gt;
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For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:&lt;/div&gt;
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If Jordan above me shall roll,&lt;/div&gt;
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No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life&lt;/div&gt;
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.&lt;/li&gt;
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Refrain:&lt;/div&gt;
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It is well, with my soul,&lt;/div&gt;
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It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/div&gt;
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But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,&lt;/div&gt;
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The sky, not the grave, is our goal;&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!&lt;/div&gt;
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!&lt;/li&gt;
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Refrain:&lt;/div&gt;
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It is well, with my soul,&lt;/div&gt;
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It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/div&gt;
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And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,&lt;/div&gt;
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The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;&lt;/div&gt;
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The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,&lt;/div&gt;
Even so, it is well with my soul.&lt;/li&gt;
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Refrain:&lt;/div&gt;
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It is well, with my soul,&lt;/div&gt;
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It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horatio G. Spafford&lt;/strong&gt;, 1873&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Composed byPhilip Bliss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bliss called his tune&amp;nbsp;‘Ville du Havre’, from the name of the stricken vessel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Spaffords later had three more children, one of whom (a son) died in&amp;nbsp;infancy. In 1881 the Spaffords, including baby Bertha and newborn Grace, set sail for&amp;nbsp;Israel. The Spaffords moved to&amp;nbsp;Jerusalem&amp;nbsp;and helped found a group called the&amp;nbsp;American Colony; its mission was to serve the poor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Although the original manuscript reads &quot;know&quot; at the end of the third line, almost all recordings and written reproductions read &quot;say&quot;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ol style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;first&quot; style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!&lt;br /&gt;Heir of salvation, purchase of God,&lt;br /&gt;Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;refrain&quot; style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;refrain&quot;&gt;Refrain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my story, this is my song,&lt;br /&gt;Praising my Savior all the day long;&lt;br /&gt;This is my story, this is my song,&lt;br /&gt;Praising my Savior all the day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Perfect submission, perfect delight,&lt;br /&gt;Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;&lt;br /&gt;Angels, descending, bring from above&lt;br /&gt;Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;refrain&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Refrain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This is my story, this is my song,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Praising my Savior all the day long;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This is my story, this is my song,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Praising my Savior all the day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Perfect submission, all is at rest,&lt;br /&gt;I in my Savior am happy and blest,&lt;br /&gt;Watching and waiting, looking above,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;refrain&quot;&gt;Refrain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This is my story, this is my song,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Praising my Savior all the day long;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This is my story, this is my song,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Praising my Savior all the day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr83ouNUVjNvUPUN8q-EQkC4JsZUJAm0Oxi3-ZIbWzNWGsITN9z8EWWtmw5RCtfiHNv-fvEZoRWoGWK8L91-L4PKOR_rvlokEZO4PJoB3O9QaQE9G_PS4Ncz8ouKX3ZsDqufyp8WOZvZg/s1600/Sunset+%25282%2529.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr83ouNUVjNvUPUN8q-EQkC4JsZUJAm0Oxi3-ZIbWzNWGsITN9z8EWWtmw5RCtfiHNv-fvEZoRWoGWK8L91-L4PKOR_rvlokEZO4PJoB3O9QaQE9G_PS4Ncz8ouKX3ZsDqufyp8WOZvZg/s320/Sunset+%25282%2529.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ddeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/_/Crosby_Frances_J/?sortby=author&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Frances J. Crosby&lt;/a&gt;, 1873&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #ddeeee;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://library.timelesstruths.org/search/?query=bible&amp;amp;passage=Hebrews%2010:22&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Hebrews 10:22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; How can this not be on my favorite song&#39;s list? Where would we be? Where would I be? If it were not for the assurance of our Salvation? If we weren&#39;t able to know for SURE that we are on our way to Heaven with our sins already under the Blood of Christ and forgiven...I for one would be a mess!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/9192868961311990452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/09/blessed-assurance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/9192868961311990452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/9192868961311990452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/09/blessed-assurance.html' title='Blessed Assurance'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr83ouNUVjNvUPUN8q-EQkC4JsZUJAm0Oxi3-ZIbWzNWGsITN9z8EWWtmw5RCtfiHNv-fvEZoRWoGWK8L91-L4PKOR_rvlokEZO4PJoB3O9QaQE9G_PS4Ncz8ouKX3ZsDqufyp8WOZvZg/s72-c/Sunset+%25282%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-1294942142821265972</id><published>2011-07-18T19:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2023-04-11T08:04:52.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Say Nothing At All</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style=&quot;font-family: Vernada, Arial; margin: 5px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;When You Say Nothing At All&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;advertising_poisemedia&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Vernada, Arial; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Updated April 11, 2023&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: red; font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;This song was sung at our wedding over 24 years ago. It was not my choice. My husband picked it. He loved this song. I get what it meant to him but I didn&#39;t really agree 100% with the song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here is why. Yesterday was a year and a half since I lost my husband to the Delta variant of Covid 19. It was a very fast and unexpected loss. We thought he had a bit of a cold that was triggering his asthma&amp;nbsp;and his inhaler ran out. It was the weekend so he couldn&#39;t call his provider for a refill. I took him to the ER and he went in. (Alone, because &quot;Covid rules&quot;) of course they had to test him to allow him in. He popped positive! We were shocked!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: georgia; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Five days later he was dead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: georgia; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: georgia; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Since then I have NOT missed the times he &quot;said Nothing at all.&quot; In fact the quietness has been the hardest of all!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: georgia; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: georgia; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;What I have missed most are the times we spent hours alone talking! Sitting across from each other in our living room with no one around, no distractions, just he and I sharing our hearts, our thoughts, our dreams, our memories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: georgia; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: georgia; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;This is what I miss most of all! His voice, his laughter, the tone and inflection of his voice. The way he laughed so hard he would cry. The way he wasn&#39;t ashamed of his tears when he cried over things he had done wrong or his broken heart for his kids, family, friends or lost souls. These are the things I have missed the most in the last year and a half.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: georgia; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: georgia; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;view_lyrics&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Vernada, Arial; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 5px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s amazing how you can speak right to my heart&lt;br /&gt;
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;
Try as I may I could never explain&lt;br /&gt;
What I hear when you don&#39;t say a thing&lt;br /&gt;
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The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s a truth in your eyes saying you&#39;ll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;
The touch of your hand says you&#39;ll catch me whenever I fall&lt;br /&gt;
You say it best.. when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;
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All day long I can hear people talking out loud&lt;br /&gt;
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd (the crowd)&lt;br /&gt;
Try as they may they can never define&lt;br /&gt;
What&#39;s been said between your heart and mine&lt;br /&gt;
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The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s a truth in your eyes saying you&#39;ll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;
The touch of your hand says you&#39;ll catch me whenever I fall&lt;br /&gt;
You say it best.. when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;
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The smile on your face lets me know that you need me&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s a truth in your eyes saying you&#39;ll never leave me&lt;br /&gt;
The touch of your hand says you&#39;ll catch me whenever I fall&lt;br /&gt;
You say it best.. when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;
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(You say it best when you say nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;
You say it best when you say nothing at all..)&lt;br /&gt;
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The smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;
The truth in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
The touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;
Let&#39;s me know that you need me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;view_lyrics&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 5px;&quot;&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;font-family: Vernada, Arial; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; margin: 5px 0px 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;by Ronan Keating&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/1294942142821265972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-you-say-nothing-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/1294942142821265972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/1294942142821265972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-you-say-nothing-at-all.html' title='When You Say Nothing At All'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-5123970902001883513</id><published>2011-07-15T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T14:14:37.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till the Storm Passes By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;TILL THE STORM PASSES BY &lt;i&gt;(Mosie Lister)  Recorded by: Bill Gaither; Vestal Goodman; Greater Vision; Inspirations; Ron Jarman; Ben Speer.&lt;/i&gt;    In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face, While the storm howls above me, and there&#39;s no hiding place. &#39;Mid the crash of the thunder, Precious Lord, hear my cry, Keep me safe till the storm passes by.  Chorus Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more, Till the clouds roll forever from the sky; Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand, Keep me safe till the storm passes by.  Many times Satan whispered, &quot;There is no need to try, For there&#39;s no end of sorrow, there&#39;s no hope by and by&quot; But I know Thou art with me, and tomorrow I&#39;ll rise Where the storms never darken the skies.  Chorus Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more, Till the clouds roll forever from the sky; Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand, Keep me safe till the storm passes by.  When the long night has ended and the storms come no more, Let me stand in Thy presence on the bright peaceful shore; In that land where the tempest, never comes, Lord, may I Dwell with Thee when the storm passes by.  Chorus Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more, Till the clouds roll forever from the sky; Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand, Keep me safe till the storm passes by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is one of Mathew&#39;s and my songs. When I was pregnant with him and scared and alone, I would rub my belly and sing or hum this song to him. It was such a comfort to me in times of worry and the unknown that lay ahead of me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then when he was born it was the song I would sing to calm him to sleep, or to ease him. There was something about the tune whether I was singing the words or humming the tune it settled his tears and crying (and mine too). Or when we were in the car alone together and I got worried or overwhelmed about something as a Mom trying to raise her son alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the first three years of his life I sang this song thru all my storms. And they did pass by, and  God did hold us in His mighty hands and protect us! This is a precious, precious song and I never hear it without remembering all the nights of singing it over and over till my voice gave out or we both finally fell asleep knowing God was our fortress in our storm!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/5123970902001883513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/07/till-storm-passes-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/5123970902001883513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/5123970902001883513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/07/till-storm-passes-by.html' title='Till the Storm Passes By'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdh26CSx3-UZYoxJsQiP9_T8bpd7PyJe-d8SGTLQy6oamsvRF2wMd5NHtvd_mmWXdkDQrgdWyX8IJtuFpO9Ox7XF2edHanhZr4rka7PNZukvksthRAxZIxOQzgOH91kNxLf-WiB-OBz34/s72-c/Kingston+Jumpdrive+3312.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-3192632942010473005</id><published>2011-07-03T15:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:17:13.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night With the Frogs</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A friend of mine and I were talking and started discussing sin. Not an abnormal topic, we are both Christians. And the question was asked, when a Christian friend willingly and knowingly sins. And you have gone to them&amp;nbsp;Biblicaly&amp;nbsp;and talked to them and they still choose to continue, with the &quot;intent&quot; to stop, but...not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It reminds me of the song sung by Mark Rogers (&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mrogers.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.mrogers.com/&lt;/a&gt;) called &quot;One More Night With the Frogs&quot; I have heard him sing this song since I was 17 and it is a fun song and I got it and understood what he was saying in the song. But yesterday it became so very real to me that that is what so many Christians do is excuse what they are doing wrong with reasons,&amp;nbsp;explanations&amp;nbsp;and whatever else they can come up with to make it ok to do what they want for now even though it is sin. Fully expecting to ask God to forgive them for it later and move on with no&amp;nbsp;consequences, as if the slate were now wiped clean. But God says that our sins will find us out and we will pay for them. Here or in Heaven, eventually they cause hurt and pain not just for us but for so many around us that we later are broken hearted when we see how far the ripples in the pool have spread from our lives into the lives of those we love. But by then, it is too late and we have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So&amp;nbsp;please don&#39;t,&amp;nbsp;as Mark Rogers so eloquently puts it in his song, choose to spend &quot;One More Night With the Frogs&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last part of the song says: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;One more night with the stinkin&#39; frogs, one more night in sin! I had a terrible time with them last night, but I just gotta&#39; do it again! You know it will always be a puzzle to me and I guess it&#39;s all because, they could of had peace, rest, and sleep, but chose one more night with the frogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/3192632942010473005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/07/night-with-frogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/3192632942010473005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/3192632942010473005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/07/night-with-frogs.html' title='Night With the Frogs'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-2680920258110493933</id><published>2011-06-25T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:16:20.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #365f91; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;&quot;&gt;For Always&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #365f91; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;&quot;&gt;For Always…All my life I dreamed of someone special who’d come along and make my dreams come true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #365f91; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;&quot;&gt;When I least expected love, it came my way, the moment I caught a glimpse of you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #365f91; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;&quot;&gt;For Always, I will give you my heart. Cherish every moment in your arms. As long as we’re together, I can face another day. I’ll love you (I will love you), For Always!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #365f91; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;&quot;&gt;Hand in hand we’ll spend our lives together, we’ve pledged our love for all eternity. My soul is soaring, there is joy just in my heart. For I’m in love with you. (I’m in love with you!) And you’re in love with me (in love with me!)!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #365f91; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;&quot;&gt;For Always, I will give you my heart. Cherish every moment in your arms. As long as we’re together, I can face another day. I’ll love you (Yes, I’ll love you), For Always!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #365f91; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;&quot;&gt;For Always, I will give you my heart. Cherish every moment in your arms. As long as we’re together, I can face another day. I’ll love you (Yes, I’ll love you), For Always! For Always! For Always!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGvRuaJhg6PrUbseFlBYVNxGxibyiSEf3C4mjvxswr9-mtjvLwbQq8Coii93UC5EPTJk_-hBBV5IYNR4jNvd2m3YtiyyU545xDhyphenhyphenrc7O_-JR8xSbBwe0bQlef2tDm0U9NMPCRxQERJfI/s1600/5089_222951240301_771250301_7469518_6560214_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;133&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGvRuaJhg6PrUbseFlBYVNxGxibyiSEf3C4mjvxswr9-mtjvLwbQq8Coii93UC5EPTJk_-hBBV5IYNR4jNvd2m3YtiyyU545xDhyphenhyphenrc7O_-JR8xSbBwe0bQlef2tDm0U9NMPCRxQERJfI/s200/5089_222951240301_771250301_7469518_6560214_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #365f91; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #365f91; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;&quot;&gt;Jim and Melissa Brady&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #365f91; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;James and I have been married for over 12 years. Melissa Brady has been my friend since we were girls of only 11 years old and I met Jim and his family in Texas when I was in 1&lt;sup&gt;st &lt;/sup&gt;grade! Who would have known that these MANY years later their CD of love songs would mean so much to us? So many of the songs were as if they were written with us in mind and Jim and Melissa had never even met my husband when they made this CD and wrote these songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;But that is just the way our Great God and Heavenly Father works. His Word can speak to a parent who has lost a baby or a wife who is a new widow or a single person who desires a husband or wife. He speaks to all of our needs and he can use a willing vessel to write songs that touch people’s hearts all around the world for his purpose. Songs that have a special meaning to each person or couple depending on where they are in they’re life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Are James and I perfect? NO Do we have a perfect marriage and never disagree or “fight”? NO Do we adore each other more than the day we got married over 12 years ago? You better believe it!! We gross out our kids all the time and especially embarrass our 16yr old (another blessing with a long story for later) son by hugging and “smooching”. But our kids have no doubt even on tough days when I’m hurting and snippy or Dad has worked 12 or 14 hrs, that we still love each other and that will be FOR ALWAYS!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;They know if Dad and Mom are in the same room they will be touching, my head on his shoulder, holding hands, sitting on his lap, his head in my lap, one of us rubbing the other’s feet, him brushing my hair, hugging or kissing or just sitting talking and laughing. We will be TOGETHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Twelve years, three kids, two cancers, 13 surgeries, and LOTS of grey hairs and he still holds my hand every time we ride in the car, no matter who is there. He holds my hand when we walk together, puts his arm&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;around me in church and gives me his arm when we walk in church and pulls the car to the front door while our sons help me in the car after church! I am loved and cared for like I am a fragile treasure! I AM LOVED &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;FOR ALWAYS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/2680920258110493933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/2680920258110493933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/2680920258110493933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-always.html' title='For Always'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcGvRuaJhg6PrUbseFlBYVNxGxibyiSEf3C4mjvxswr9-mtjvLwbQq8Coii93UC5EPTJk_-hBBV5IYNR4jNvd2m3YtiyyU545xDhyphenhyphenrc7O_-JR8xSbBwe0bQlef2tDm0U9NMPCRxQERJfI/s72-c/5089_222951240301_771250301_7469518_6560214_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-5206236980791701709</id><published>2011-06-23T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T17:52:24.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You&#39;ll Accomp&#39;ny Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;l_title&quot; style=&quot;font: normal normal 700 13px/normal &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: normal normal 700 13px/normal &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;A gypsey wind is blowin warm tonight&lt;br /&gt;
the sky is starlit and the time is right&lt;br /&gt;
and still your tellin me you have to go&lt;br /&gt;
before you leave there&#39;s somethin you should know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
yeah&lt;br /&gt;
something you should know babe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve seen you smilin in the summer sun&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve seen your long hair flyin when you run&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;ve made my mind up that its meant to be&lt;br /&gt;
someday lady you&#39;ll accomp&#39;ny me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
someday lady you&#39;ll acomp&#39;ny me&lt;br /&gt;
out where rivers meet the soundin sea&lt;br /&gt;
your high above me now your wild and free&lt;br /&gt;
oh but someday lady you&#39;ll accomp&#39;ny me&lt;br /&gt;
someday lady you&#39;ll accomp&#39;ny me yeah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ohh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some people say that love&#39;s a losin game&lt;br /&gt;
you start with fire but you lose the flame.&lt;br /&gt;
the ashes smolder but the warmths soon gone&lt;br /&gt;
you end cold and loneley own your own&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ill take my chances babe i&#39;ll risk it all&lt;br /&gt;
i&#39;ll win your love or i&#39;ll take the fall&lt;br /&gt;
ive made my mind up girl its meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;
someday lady you&#39;ll accomp&#39;ny me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
someday lady you&#39;ll acomp&#39;ny me&lt;br /&gt;
it&#39;s written down somewhere its got to be&lt;br /&gt;
your high above flyin wild and free&lt;br /&gt;
oh but someday lady you&#39;ll accomp&#39;ny me&lt;br /&gt;
someday lady you&#39;ll accomp&#39;ny me yeah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
someday lady you&#39;ll acomp&#39;ny me&lt;br /&gt;
out where rivers meet the soundin sea&lt;br /&gt;
i feel it in my soul its meat to be&lt;br /&gt;
oh someday lady you&#39;ll accomp&#39;ny me&lt;br /&gt;
someday lady you&#39;ll accomp&#39;ny me yeah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you will acompany me&lt;br /&gt;
ohh&lt;br /&gt;
yeah&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i know you will a-comp&#39;ny me yeah&lt;br /&gt;
ahh&lt;br /&gt;
somday lady&lt;br /&gt;
ohh&lt;br /&gt;
somday lady&lt;br /&gt;
your gonna comp&#39;ny me&lt;br /&gt;
your gonna walk with me and talk with me&lt;br /&gt;
yeah&lt;br /&gt;
ohh gonna comp&#39;ny me&lt;br /&gt;
gonna comp&#39;ny me yeah&lt;br /&gt;
someday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: normal normal 700 13px/normal &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font: normal normal 700 13px/normal &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Bob Seger &amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not a song you would expect to be on my list. I have only dated two men in my life and since I ended up married to both of them even songs from when i was dating the first time made a huge impression on me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some of them hurt too much for one reason or another to listen to now but they are still a part of me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;This one is one of Charlie&#39;s songs for me when we were dating. He would play it and tell me that when we got married he would take me to Ninilchik. Where he and his family lived and and we would go fishing together (the one thing he truley loved).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;But one time he was playing in the parking lot at the bowling alley with a group from church and said something about it being meant for me and my brother Dewayne got mad and wanted to beat him up! I thought it was silly for Dewayne to get so mad but so proud that someone felt that way about me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wish I had looked down the road 12 years instead of just hearing a romantic song...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/5206236980791701709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/06/youll-accompny-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/5206236980791701709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/5206236980791701709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/06/youll-accompny-me.html' title='You&#39;ll Accomp&#39;ny Me'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-3272881480223498498</id><published>2011-06-10T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:31:06.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day At A Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik5QcZ-aQq76IRJ1tCpprcQanWWlycMouFcd_Yjfe7saOTfaVF9qDpmNkOHtAcVO0QXhjLLVhTBYTJvBZ4RE-QPb-v0ZSOvqOvwLqXxEbtXwHdHkrR6rJnNorYtJWjMWbCgpXzRSLTGO0/s1600/Kingston+Jumpdrive+4854.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik5QcZ-aQq76IRJ1tCpprcQanWWlycMouFcd_Yjfe7saOTfaVF9qDpmNkOHtAcVO0QXhjLLVhTBYTJvBZ4RE-QPb-v0ZSOvqOvwLqXxEbtXwHdHkrR6rJnNorYtJWjMWbCgpXzRSLTGO0/s400/Kingston+Jumpdrive+4854.jpg&quot; width=&quot;285&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anna Belle Barlow ~ My Maternal Grandmother (Mamaw)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I always remember her singing in a high quavery&amp;nbsp;soprano. She seemed to always be singing or humming a hymn while she worked or walked or&amp;nbsp;quilted. The only time she was quiet was when she was reading a book or&amp;nbsp;dozed&amp;nbsp;off while reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The song I remember the most vividly was her &quot;morning song&quot;. Her brother owned a little country store/ gas station down the road around the corner from Papaw and Mamaw&#39;s farm. And IF you were lucky enough to wake up REALLY early, before anyone else, she would let you walk with her to her brother&#39;s store to get whatever she needed for the day. (Butter, loaf of bread,...) and as you walked along with the sun rising and dew glistening on the fields all around and the blacktop still dark black and cool from the night, she would start humming a few bars and then she would sing a word or two kind of quiet till we got past the house so she wouldn&#39;t wake anyone up and then she would start singing with all of her heart to God and His nature!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;My heart sang along with her! A few times I joined in a bit. But mostly I loved to just hear her beautiful voice lifted in praise to her Savior in the early morning as we walked along hand in hand......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONE DAY AT A TIME, SWEET JESUS&lt;/u&gt;  I&#39;m only human, I&#39;m just a woman.  Help me believe in what I could be  And all that I am.  Show me the stairway, I have to climb.  Lord for my sake, teach me to take  One day at a time.   Chorus:  One day at a time sweet Jesus  That&#39;s all I&#39;m asking from you.  Just give me the strength  To do everyday what I have to do.  Yesterday&#39;s gone sweet Jesus  And tomorrow may never be mine.  Lord help me today, show me the way  One day at a time.   Do you remember, when you walked among men?  Well Jesus you know if you&#39;re looking below  It&#39;s worse now, than then.  Cheating and stealing, violence and crime  So for my sake, teach me to take  One day at a time.   (Chorus)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;(Marijohn Wilkins / Kris Kristofferson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/3272881480223498498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-day-at-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/3272881480223498498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/3272881480223498498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-day-at-time.html' title='One Day At A Time'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik5QcZ-aQq76IRJ1tCpprcQanWWlycMouFcd_Yjfe7saOTfaVF9qDpmNkOHtAcVO0QXhjLLVhTBYTJvBZ4RE-QPb-v0ZSOvqOvwLqXxEbtXwHdHkrR6rJnNorYtJWjMWbCgpXzRSLTGO0/s72-c/Kingston+Jumpdrive+4854.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-7721271002387952753</id><published>2011-06-07T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:14:40.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;li class=&quot;first&quot; style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I come to the garden alone,&lt;br /&gt;
While the dew is still on the roses,&lt;br /&gt;
And the voice I hear falling on my ear&lt;br /&gt;
The Son of God discloses.&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64d8H0XMtNJdn4uJZykdI7HGnbEohMs50xEpFlLOOTQho12mshpiX-fUpGEa_TQaz7XDVDcUp5dCekXwZQvekXwlAF4FuEQR34VqqS7MAf5CgsDFlt7LrKVIoaLZiN3vHakoNU88clqQ/s1600/a+bright+red+delight+for+my+delightful+Audrey.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64d8H0XMtNJdn4uJZykdI7HGnbEohMs50xEpFlLOOTQho12mshpiX-fUpGEa_TQaz7XDVDcUp5dCekXwZQvekXwlAF4FuEQR34VqqS7MAf5CgsDFlt7LrKVIoaLZiN3vHakoNU88clqQ/s320/a+bright+red+delight+for+my+delightful+Audrey.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;refrain&quot; style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;refrain&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Refrain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,&lt;br /&gt;
And He tells me I am His own;&lt;br /&gt;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,&lt;br /&gt;
None other has ever known.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;He speaks, and the sound of His voice&lt;br /&gt;
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,&lt;br /&gt;
And the melody that He gave to me&lt;br /&gt;
Within my heart is ringing.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;I’d stay in the garden with Him,&lt;br /&gt;
Though the night around me be falling,&lt;br /&gt;
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe&lt;br /&gt;
His voice to me is calling.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/_/Miles_Charles_A/?sortby=author&quot; style=&quot;color: #006666; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Charles A. Miles&lt;/a&gt;, 1913&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAaS_vb_06qX81xH6YMkHE8_mhsCVOnoqrakYOsrohHK5dnno-ZS_HVeyx9hvZrJzqtDeowt8yOCl4Ay_MEsqEBz3G-4meKjqYl6Vjhl9S1UsKYak2LON968XHJ_ywd39DoTy4SQGyF4/s1600/Kingston+Jumpdrive+2734.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAaS_vb_06qX81xH6YMkHE8_mhsCVOnoqrakYOsrohHK5dnno-ZS_HVeyx9hvZrJzqtDeowt8yOCl4Ay_MEsqEBz3G-4meKjqYl6Vjhl9S1UsKYak2LON968XHJ_ywd39DoTy4SQGyF4/s320/Kingston+Jumpdrive+2734.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is James&#39; favorite song. I was surprised when I found that out, for some reason. He&#39;s a big, burly Alaskan. Raised on a fishing boat. Commercial fishing since he was 9 yrs old. the middle of 5 boys and one younger sister, his Mother had died when he was 16 and the rest of his time at home was with a heartbroken tough old&amp;nbsp;Cajun&amp;nbsp;father who was gone weeks at a time working.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Not really a garden kind of guy you would think. But he has a tender heart of gold and he knows that God is where he finds his quiet and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse;&quot;&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;and isn&#39;t afraid to admit that to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/7721271002387952753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/7721271002387952753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/7721271002387952753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-garden.html' title='In the Garden'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64d8H0XMtNJdn4uJZykdI7HGnbEohMs50xEpFlLOOTQho12mshpiX-fUpGEa_TQaz7XDVDcUp5dCekXwZQvekXwlAF4FuEQR34VqqS7MAf5CgsDFlt7LrKVIoaLZiN3vHakoNU88clqQ/s72-c/a+bright+red+delight+for+my+delightful+Audrey.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-435618275475264869</id><published>2011-05-29T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:56:58.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Touch of the Master&#39;s Hand&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: separate; font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: monospace; font-size: large; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&#39;Twas battered and scarred and the old&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: monospace; font-size: large; white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;auctioneer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;He though it scarcely&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpK0JpIFAT-B2_2KFrj5-omjXuHusOgIeW9-BMzT9SfqwA7dmuM3ohXmfO3e9-H7uzCJvJXbPdIKrWuTXrpSw-7EReNRvY7x_VgLr-ft2FuHQPyHD0yzQYdl_QMOQmlPZWkGFdUEjOHRE/s1600/IMG_1736.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; font-size: xx-large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpK0JpIFAT-B2_2KFrj5-omjXuHusOgIeW9-BMzT9SfqwA7dmuM3ohXmfO3e9-H7uzCJvJXbPdIKrWuTXrpSw-7EReNRvY7x_VgLr-ft2FuHQPyHD0yzQYdl_QMOQmlPZWkGFdUEjOHRE/s320/IMG_1736.JPG&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;worthwhile
To waste much time with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the old violin
But he held it up with a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;smile

What am I bidden, good&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;folk, he cried
Who&#39;ll start the bidding&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;for me
A dollar, a dollar, come, who&#39;ll make it two
Two dollars, now who&#39;ll make it three

Three dollars once and three dollars&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;twice
And going for three -- but no
From the back of the room&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;a grey haired&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stepped forward and picked up the bow

And brushing the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the loose strings
He played a melody pure and so sweet
Sweet as the angels sing

When the music ceased the old auctioneer
In a voice that was quiet and low
Asked, What am I bidden for the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;old violin
And he held it up with the bow

A thousand dollars -- come, who&#39;ll make&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;it two
Two thousand, and who&#39;ll make it three
Three thousand once and three thousand&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;twice
And going and gone, cried he

And the people shouted, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8M5zZn64jCdn1mKiW3P4sFZ7i2gRtKIy1c0trxRhG6no_OtIm2e0NhaxuQZDcA6cyM5_La43l96H3kgPjcmH5qnG96W5XlhBkCkIJFEuE59mKFT5890J2zjz1PXf80KL1HIG9nxTaiqg/s1600/184199_1785884001366_1067507523_2123234_2588231_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8M5zZn64jCdn1mKiW3P4sFZ7i2gRtKIy1c0trxRhG6no_OtIm2e0NhaxuQZDcA6cyM5_La43l96H3kgPjcmH5qnG96W5XlhBkCkIJFEuE59mKFT5890J2zjz1PXf80KL1HIG9nxTaiqg/s320/184199_1785884001366_1067507523_2123234_2588231_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;212&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;some of them cried
We do not quite understand
What changed its worth --&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;swift came the reply
The touch of the master&#39;s hand

And many a man with life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;out of tune
And battered and scarred&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;with sin
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd
Much like the old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine
A game and he travels on
He&#39;s going once and he&#39;s going twice
He&#39;s going and almost gone

But the master comes and the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the change that is wrought
By the touch of the master&#39;s hand

JN
Oct96&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/435618275475264869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/05/touch-of-masters-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/435618275475264869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/435618275475264869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/05/touch-of-masters-hand.html' title='&quot;Touch of the Master&#39;s Hand&quot;'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpK0JpIFAT-B2_2KFrj5-omjXuHusOgIeW9-BMzT9SfqwA7dmuM3ohXmfO3e9-H7uzCJvJXbPdIKrWuTXrpSw-7EReNRvY7x_VgLr-ft2FuHQPyHD0yzQYdl_QMOQmlPZWkGFdUEjOHRE/s72-c/IMG_1736.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-2346644753787120007</id><published>2011-05-18T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T01:52:30.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusting in God!</title><content type='html'>Had a horrible trip to Anchorage today. Almost wrecked in the taxi and both flights were rough especially the one home!! I was so scared on the one home all I could do was close my eyes and sing the verses over and over,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Some trust in chariots and some trust in horses, but we will remember the name of the Lord our God!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I was so scared but the scripture song got me thru the trip, I&#39;m so thankful that God gives us the song we need, when we need it!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Audrey</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/2346644753787120007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/05/trusting-in-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/2346644753787120007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/2346644753787120007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/05/trusting-in-god.html' title='Trusting in God!'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-6261780670959094352</id><published>2011-05-15T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:19:45.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin&#39; Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&#39;ll do everything I can to make you proud to be my man&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;And I&#39;ll fulfill all you fantasies&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;I guess we&#39;re promising a lot, but for now it&#39;s all we&#39;ve got&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;And I&#39;ll stand by you thru our rockin&#39; years&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Rockin&#39; chairs, rockin&#39; babies, rock-a-bye, rock of ages&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Side by side we&#39;ll be together always&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;And if you&#39;ll hold me tight when you love me&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;That&#39;s all I&#39;ll ask of you&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;And I&#39;ll stand by you thru our rockin&#39; years&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;I&#39;ll be your friend, I&#39;ll be your lover&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Until the end, there&#39;ll be no other&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&#39;Cause my heart has only room for one&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Yes, I&#39;ll always love you, and I&#39;ll always be here for you&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;And I&#39;ll stand by you thru our rockin&#39; years&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Rockin&#39; chairs, rockin&#39; babies, rock-a-bye, rock of ages&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Side by side we&#39;ll be together always&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;And if you&#39;ll hold me tight when you love me&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;That&#39;s all I&#39;ll ask of you&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;And I&#39;ll stand by you thru our rockin&#39; years&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Rockin&#39; chairs, rockin&#39; babies, rock-a-bye, rock of ages&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Side by side, we&#39;ll be together always&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;And, yes, I&#39;ll always love you and I&#39;ll always be here for you&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;And I&#39;ll stand by you thru our rockin&#39; years, and I&#39;ll be here&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;And I&#39;ll stand by you thru our rockin&#39; years&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Thru our rockin&#39; years&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Dolly Parton and Ricky Van Shelton)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;One of James and my favorite songs. He put this on the mix tape he made for me for our honeymoon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/6261780670959094352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/05/rockin-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/6261780670959094352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/6261780670959094352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/05/rockin-years.html' title='Rockin&#39; Years'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-2640112907208566539</id><published>2011-05-15T15:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:49:58.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;My Best Friend&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSEgHTKQW-jkTPyilo7uhEWu164RvvPpDr9Fjln5vbQDMAl7vY-nShBnDlhrFJGfLiT5AhPU3MW_kOglRI3JOyMMuu6SNbXLRF9HD4AG-IjOZ_qvn_gUuPcRoXeTGXji_vW77KqHAIMXU/s1600/22467_1327310950381_1459165936_2451407_5255072_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSEgHTKQW-jkTPyilo7uhEWu164RvvPpDr9Fjln5vbQDMAl7vY-nShBnDlhrFJGfLiT5AhPU3MW_kOglRI3JOyMMuu6SNbXLRF9HD4AG-IjOZ_qvn_gUuPcRoXeTGXji_vW77KqHAIMXU/s400/22467_1327310950381_1459165936_2451407_5255072_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;333&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You placed gold on my finger&lt;br /&gt;
You brought love like I&#39;ve never known&lt;br /&gt;
You gave life to our children&lt;br /&gt;
And to me a reason to go on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my bread when I&#39;m hungry&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my shelter from troubled winds&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my anchor in life&#39;s ocean&lt;br /&gt;
But most of all you&#39;re my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I need hope and inspiration&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re always strong when I&#39;m tired and weak&lt;br /&gt;
I could search This whole world over&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ll still be everything that I need.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my bread when I&#39;m hungry&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my shelter from troubled winds&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my anchor in life&#39;s ocean&lt;br /&gt;
But most of all you&#39;re my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my bread when I&#39;m hungry&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my shelter from troubled winds&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re my anchor in life&#39;s ocean&lt;br /&gt;
But most of all you&#39;re my best friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikE_slqxLkKkoYfAAO1Xtvt6afLZ4b0DzWK02i4ir8wbBknjCy8eZ_Pti7-U7AdaIYmHJBXW2hcWlUZC9_3Hx_OyFsftBatMOR2EPUuT78EbNq6ygyxyRvU4dIYg87s3ivx8eCQKpt_aY/s1600/DSCF1487.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikE_slqxLkKkoYfAAO1Xtvt6afLZ4b0DzWK02i4ir8wbBknjCy8eZ_Pti7-U7AdaIYmHJBXW2hcWlUZC9_3Hx_OyFsftBatMOR2EPUuT78EbNq6ygyxyRvU4dIYg87s3ivx8eCQKpt_aY/s200/DSCF1487.JPG&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;This song belongs to James and I. It was originally sung by Don Williams years ago and has been redone a few times over the years but our favorite singer is James&#39; Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;He sang it to us at our wedding and now sings it for us before we leave their house every time we visit. It&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;is &quot;our song&quot;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/2640112907208566539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/2640112907208566539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/2640112907208566539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-best-friend.html' title='&quot;My Best Friend&quot;'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSEgHTKQW-jkTPyilo7uhEWu164RvvPpDr9Fjln5vbQDMAl7vY-nShBnDlhrFJGfLiT5AhPU3MW_kOglRI3JOyMMuu6SNbXLRF9HD4AG-IjOZ_qvn_gUuPcRoXeTGXji_vW77KqHAIMXU/s72-c/22467_1327310950381_1459165936_2451407_5255072_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536523977821537987.post-5095375689724959640</id><published>2011-05-14T00:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:08:29.990-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJ4LGwsGFxM/Tc5GCqUer7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/4F5IRPNC3xw/s1600/Dad%2Band%2BAudrey%2BMich.tif"/><title type='text'>&quot;Daddy&#39;s Hands&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWwPcqID23pcZNy9vU5NheUe776sjH1Wc9mfCTQMXcB3j3jC5kgu-dTKSAUeTRQErPOs7YkXH1bRrVDQMNK57VcOuLlcM2hNwHTNGn8xTWn-6A1_jB5672cXLIdeAdpT3ZJy1pdTc178/s1600/Dad+and+Audrey+Mich.tif&quot; 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padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I remember Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;br /&gt;Folded silently in prayer&lt;br /&gt;And reaching out to hold me&lt;br /&gt;When I had a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;You could read quite a story&lt;br /&gt;In the callouses and lines&lt;br /&gt;Years of work and worry&lt;br /&gt;Had left their mark behind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 17px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.364em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I remember Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;br /&gt;How they held my Mama tight&lt;br /&gt;And patted my back&lt;br /&gt;For something done right&lt;br /&gt;There are things I&#39;ve forgotten&lt;br /&gt;That I loved about the man&lt;br /&gt;But I&#39;ll always remember&lt;br /&gt;The love in Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 17px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.364em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;br /&gt;Were soft and kind when I was cryin&#39;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;br /&gt;Were hard as steel when I&#39;d done wrong&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;br /&gt;Weren&#39;t always gentle but I&#39;d come to understand&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZX-AqQ9n49Sfr7wbnOa719GvUXKANSz7sNSk01Gl1uXbIMoNteaRNjU0hBYS6bhFx01aPN2mluYW0ycZ8tFZaHcWEZ4dWO2nYGsnqdGQIXfWE5H49uK67WqNSQHUUiMXlc1vnDRAnwZk/s400/Aud+and+Dad.bmp&quot; style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 400px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606495597054279074&quot; /&gt;There was always love in Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 17px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.364em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I remember Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;br /&gt;Working til they bled&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificed unselfishly&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep us all fed&lt;br /&gt;If I could do things over&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d live my life again&lt;br /&gt;And never take for grantedThe love in Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 17px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.364em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;br /&gt;Were soft and kind when I was cryin&#39;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;br /&gt;Were hard as steel when I&#39;d done wrongDaddy&#39;s hands&lt;br /&gt;Weren&#39;t always gentle but I&#39;d come to understand&lt;br /&gt;There was always love in Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 17px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.364em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;br /&gt;Were soft and kind when I was cryin&#39;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;br /&gt;Were hard as steel when I&#39;d done wrong&lt;br /&gt;Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;br /&gt;Weren&#39;t always gentle but I&#39;d come to understand&lt;br /&gt;There was always love ............ in Daddy&#39;s hands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 17px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.364em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;b&gt;Holly Dunn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.364em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I first heard this song years ago and immediately thought of my own Dad. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.364em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I have always been fascinated by my Dad&#39;s hands. I have loved watching his hands as he worked, drove, talked, preached, cooked...anything he did, I loved to watch how strong they are and I would point out one scar after another and ask him how he got them. He usually didn&#39;t remember details, it was always a welding burn or a scar from working on a car engine or construction work or from the print shop... but one thing I knew he worked hard and earned every one of those scars and I was proud of his hands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.364em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I loved to slip up beside him after church and slide my hand in his. It was always so large and strong and calloused and made me feel so safe, no matter how old or how tall I got!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.364em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;His hands were strong to discipline me when I needed it but when he hugged me I knew he loved me and was doing what I needed to make me into the Christian Lady I needed to become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.364em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 17px;&quot;&gt;I LOVE my &quot;Daddy&#39;s Hands&quot;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;line-height: 17px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.364em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/feeds/5095375689724959640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/05/daddys-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/5095375689724959640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5536523977821537987/posts/default/5095375689724959640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsongsak.blogspot.com/2011/05/daddys-hands.html' title='&quot;Daddy&#39;s Hands&quot;'/><author><name>AudOneAK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123150863258501744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4y1CJIo6Vj4LVJ9eOrcNOvLMMYprexoGBYaBr4jAlSqRI9jvqxOMhc7PXU4e1o4RVE3yq2PUtleXGZqgkhBnhq86pW-g3q-s0GLv211jk0xzr8QZO5Tk_mpv9m4C9AsmjJ3uj7xwaKTZOrYq3Q44NkozQZpc5Q_TkolFhzNELpw/s220/IMG_6898.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWwPcqID23pcZNy9vU5NheUe776sjH1Wc9mfCTQMXcB3j3jC5kgu-dTKSAUeTRQErPOs7YkXH1bRrVDQMNK57VcOuLlcM2hNwHTNGn8xTWn-6A1_jB5672cXLIdeAdpT3ZJy1pdTc178/s72-c/Dad+and+Audrey+Mich.tif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>