"Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage."
Excerpt from Sir Walter Raleigh's 'His Pilgrimage' to mark the unfolding of decade number
five on the ever narrowing path of N.K. With love and gratitude.
For the Lord is great and greatly to be praised; He is to be feared above all gods. For all the gods of the peoples are idols, But the Lord made the heavens. Honour and majesty are before Him; Strength and beauty are in His sanctuary. Psalm 96:4-6
These things shall pass and some great morning
We'll look back and smile at heartaches we have known
So don't forget when shadows gather
The Lord our God is still the King upon his throne.
A rose looks grey at midnight but the flame is just asleep
And steel is strong because it knew the hammer and white heat
These things shall pass and life be sweeter
When love and faith are strong they cannot long endure.
These things shall pass so don't you worry
The darkest time is just one hour before dawn
So hold up high and face your troubles
And don't despair if you must face them all alone.
A rose looks grey at midnight but the flame is just asleep
And steel is strong because it knew the hammer and white heat
These things shall pass and life be sweeter
When love and faith are strong they cannot long endure.
Lyrics by Stuart Hamblen
Being a walking question mark 