Such a violent world we live in Hard to know just what to do For example both my mom and dad Have slapped and spanked me too But nowadays some choose a path That may seem rather odd To discipline with words instead Of reaching for a rod
"The rod and reproof give wisdom ..." What does the Bible mean? In carrying out that principle Some have gone to the extreme The rod of discipline should be To train towards peace and love True discipline's tree yields peaceful fruit The Wisdom from above
The rod of discipline is like The rod of a caring shepherd Who wields his rod in a loving way For the sheep by him are treasured The best example is God Himself Before whom we sin each day Does he beat us with a rod of pain? No, His Word shows us the way
It's true at times He scourges Some of those that He holds dear Even then 'tis done in a loving way Leaving naught for us to fear Yes, nowadays some choose a path That may seem rather odd To discipline with words instead, Like the discipline from God
Run... run while you can before the envelopment entraps you encapsulating escape with leaden clouds skies darkened by searing missiles unburdening caches waiting for the stirring of conflict so easy to hijack as hatred screams loudest drowning out the pleas of nursing mothers as children's faces fend off old feuds and avarice of arms dealers
sparked by grief over the slaughter and scarring of children and families due to avarice of war
It is time to call it quits. It is time for you to go back to the West. Throw in the towel on the Black Sea. You, too. The time has come. Come together and act as a team. I am not talking about religion here. My voice contains a human element. This is a gratuitous insult. You and your nations are powerful, but you are helpless. You have no authority over your belongings or yourself. It is something I keep saying. That is all there is to it. Otherwise, everything is possible. I swear by Allah, the Creator of All. I swear by Allah, the Almighty. One day, Gaza will feed you calabaza.
Little kids feel happy and they smile so sweet, Little kids feel angry and they stamp their feet, Little kids feel lonely and they cry a tear, Little kids feel lonely and they want mommy near.
Happy and sad and mad and glad, God made all of me.
Little kids make something and they feel so proud, Little kids feel silly and they laugh out loud,
Happy and sad and mad and glad, God loves all of me.
A sweet song/poem written by my grandmother before she passed. She took care of children her entire life. She has had an everlasting impact of the souls of thousands. I found this on a piece of paper in her Bible.
Stand with me on ten toes a little piggy that markets a bit of love And I know we'd kick it better at home, while I roast your friends every time we meet, always having beef with them all The don't know you truly for yourself, quite frankly you're better off with none Still you and I make a perfect we, we can feast like a little piggy on sweet nothing's, when we're home alone
"Klein seuntjies wat gespeel het die heeldag aanmekaar, dié ruik so teen die middag na twak en kiesieblaar, na wilde-als en padda en aangebrande pap, harmansdrup en paregorie, katjiepoetjie en janlap." (Alba Brouwer)
- "Little boys who played together all day, smell like tobacco and malva at noon, like wormwood and frog and burnt porridge, Haarlem oil and paregoric, cat's paw and jalap."