Christ the Lord, the Lord most glorious now is born,
O shout aloud:
Man by Him is made victorious.
Praise your Savior, hail your God.
Praise the Lord, for on us shineth,
Christ the Sun of righteousness;
He to us in love inclineth,
Cheers our souls with joy and grace.
Praise the Lord, whose saving splendor
Shines into the darkest night;
O what praises shall we render
For this never-ceasing light!

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Hope you’re not disappointed
In the way things turned out
Can we be starry-eyed
Still lovers after all this?

Love was hard to find
But we have
Love was hard to find

Wish I could un-do the past
Or free you from it
But I’ll never hurt you baby
Not like that
Don’t stop believing in the future
Or yourself

I don’t know why it happened
But it did and I’d walk
Backwards through fire to love you
It doesn’t take less my love
It doesn’t take less my love
To stay when you want wo run
To open and open and open and open

If I said all of this
With just the right inflection
Could we go on from here?

Love was hard to find
But we have
Love was hard to find
But we have
Love was hard to find

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When I was but a youngster,
Christmas meant one thing
That I’d be getting lots of toys that day

I learned a whole lot diff’rent
When Mother sat me down
And taught me to spell Christmas this way:

“C” is for the Christ Child born upon this day
“H” for herald angels in the night
“R” means our Redeemer
“I” means Israel
“S” is for the star that shone so bright
“T” is for three wise men, they who traveled far
“M” is for the manger where He lay
“A” is for all He stands for
“S” means shepherds came
And that’s why there’s a Christmas Day

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And he answered:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, ‘Joy is greater than sorrow,’ and others say, ‘Nay, sorrow is the greater.’

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

Kahlil Gibran

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In Him eternal might and power
To human weakness hath inclined;
And this poor Child brings richest dower
Of gifts and graces to mankind.
While here His Majesty disguising,
A servant’s form the Master wears,
Behold the beams of glory rising,
E’en from His poverty and tears.

A stable serves Him for a dwelling,
And for a bed a manger mean;
Yet o’er His head, His advent telling,
A new and wondrous star is seen.
Angels rehearse to men the story,
The joyful story of His birth;
To Him they raise the anthem–”Glory
To God on high, and peace on earth!”

For through this holy Incarnation
The primal curse is done away;
And blessèd peace o’er all creation
Hath shed its pure and gentle ray.
Then, in that heavenly concert joining,
O Christian men, with one accord,
Your voices tunefully combining,
Salute the birthday of your Lord!

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In the manger bed,
The shepherds found the child;
Joseph was there,
And the Mother Mary mild.
Refrain

Soon came the kings
From following the star,
Bearing costly gifts
From Eastern lands afar.
Refrain

Brought to Him gold
And incense of great price;
Then the stable bare
Resembled Paradise.
Refrain

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My Genealogy Place
Family History and More…
This site started out as a place for me to maintain my personal records but has grown into something so much more. There are “How To” guides, Genealogy poems and stories and take a peak at my family history. Maybe we’re related!!

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Christendom at all her Altars
Once again the tale doth tell
Of His Birth, Who came to vanquish
Sin and Satan, Death and Hell,
Virgin-born, and Manger-cradled,
Jesus our Emmanuel.

See the shepherds, heaven-greeted,
Worship, while the Angels sing;
See the Magi, star-directed,
Their most costly treasures bring;
See earth’s simple ones and wise ones
Bending o’er their Baby-King.

Happy Mother, ever Virgin,
Mary clasps Him to her breast,
All succeeding generations
Speaking of her call her blest,
And Saint Joseph joins with wonder
In the homage of the rest.

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“How does this glass of water look to you?”

Person 1: It is half empty.

Student writes ‘pessimist’ in his report.

Person 2 enters the room. “How does this glass of water look to you?”

Person 2: It is half full.

Student writes ‘optimist’ in his report.

Person 3 enters the room. “How does this glass of water look to you?”

Person 3: Looks like you have twice as much glass as you need there.

The student looks totally blank and goes to consult with the professor.

“Oh them!”, the professor says, “I forgot to warn you about the engineers! They have no personality.”

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