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 I stand tall and free Without Death Terrorizing my soul. For those who die in faith Shall rise again Dead are not forgot Asleep in quiet fields of repose. God's love makes them free And they shall enter Paradise Blessed as angels... one by one. Colin Ian Jeffery Share My Bread PRAYER Dear Lord, How hard it is for me to see myself as a mighty warrior- me, the runt of the litter. So often I've seen myself as someone merely grinding out my daily bread, not someone going off to battle. And yet you've singled me out not to farm but to fight. Help me go forward in the strength you've given me, obeying your command that has sent me, and focusing on your adequacy rather than my inadequacy. Please help me with the image I have of myself as so small and weak. Eugene H. Peterson

 I stormed the thunder road from Hell With sword and shield Over bloody fields of war Fighting hordes of warrior demons down. I stand at my Lord's side Beneath his battle standard Never to retreat For he restored my soul to glory. Colin Ian Jeffery Share My Bread

 The Lord is my truth and the way And I shall follow him Safe within his love. I shall fear no evil For he protects me and leads me forth Into the everlasting light. He uplifts my soul Bringing joy and resolve And my thoughts are upon Heaven. And my thoughts are upon Heaven. Colin Ian Jeffery

 THE CHIME of a bell of gold That flutters across the air, The sound of a singing of old, The end of a tale that is told, Of a melody strange and fair, of a joy that has grown despair: For the things that have been for me I shall never have them again; The skies and the purple sea, And day like a melody, And night like a silver rain Of stars on forest and plain. They are shut, the gates of the day; The night has fallen on me: My life is a lightless way; I sing yet, while as I may! Some day I shall cease, maybe: I shall live on yet, you will see. John Howard Payne

 After supper with his disciples Jesus went alone to pray And in the garden spoke to his Father Lord God Almighty. In deep anguish of spirit prayed Sweat on brow was blood For he knew torture and death awaited him When Judas betrayed him with a kiss. He did not ask his Father in Heaven Send an army of angels to save him But for strength to offer himself As sacrificial lamb for Mankind. Colin Ian Jeffery

 Do not weep me Grieving over my fall from grace For he forgave me And I outpaced the echoes Of each demon's stalking stride. Once upon a time I shared bread he broke And sipped wine he blessed. Colin Ian Jeffery Share My Bread

 All praise to Thee, Eternal Lord, Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood; Choosing a manger for Thy throne, While worlds on worlds are Thine alone. Once did the skies before Thee bow; A virgin arms contain Thee now, While angels, who in Thee rejoice, Now listen for Thine infant voice. A little Child, Thou art our Guest, That weary ones in Thee may rest; Forlorn and lowly is Thy birth; That we may rise to Heaven from earth. Thou comest in the darksome night To make us children of the light; To make us, in the realms divine, Like Thine own angels round Thee shine. All this for us Thy love hath done; By this to Thee our love is won; For this we tune our cheerful lays, And sing our thanks in ceaseless praise. Martin Luther Share My Bread