Thursday, April 29, 2010

Trust in the Lord

It's easy to say "In God we trust,"
When life is radiant and fair,
But the test of faith is
only found
When there are brudens to bear.

When I am afraid, I put my trust in thee. In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust without a fear. What can flesh do to me? -Pslam 56:3,4

Today learn to profit from your losses. It's no big deal to capitalize on gains....it is noteworthy to advance after setbacks..

Friday, April 23, 2010

How often should we Worship?

Hey guys please participate in the poll about worship which is located on the top right hand side of the page. Also Look out for a post on "Worship" very soon......

God Bless
Criskels

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

On the wings of prayer
Our burdens take flight-
Our load of care
Becomes bearably light.



Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved. Psalm 55:22

Strength For The Journey

When you know Jesus, you're continually refreshed. Even when you are most weary, God will come to you, He'll gently carry you when you can't walk on your own.
"If we are unfaithful, he remains faithful" -2 Timothy 2:13

Jamaican Poems

Social Climbing- by Louise Bennett

Shet up yuh mout an tap de nize!
Yu tink yuh grievance strong
Because yuh never get de chance
Fi jine de dress-puss gang?

Stop jump an kick an bawl an gwaan
Like Chigger-fly dah bite yuh
Yuh hooda tun big poppy show
Ef dem did go invite yuh!

For yuh no got no scissors-tail-
Coat an top hat fi wear,
An de waistcoat grampa dead lef
Nyamy-nyamy up an tear!

Moresoever, koo yuh head top
How it shape like big seed pear!
Wha yu tink yuh hooda favour
Eena dem-deh kine a gear?
A no piaw-piaw tings did outa
Big church Sunday mawnin gawn.
Me never see more nose-veil
An han-stockin from me bawn!

Church yard wasa play dress circle.
It was jus like dress parade --
More plastic boot an jersey frock!
More embroidery an braid!

All de mout-dem dah put awn de
scritchy-scrutchy high class walk!
All de foot-dem dah try out de
Scripsy-scroopsy high class walk!

When de breeze dah meck fi blow weh hat,
Gloves han pon head dah cotch it;
Nose veil dah tickle up nose, an
Glove finger-dem dah scratch it!

Yuh waan see Matty Walla-lef
An Mary Halfa-brick
Wid Sweetie Charles dah roll him eye
An wheel him walkin stick!

So stop shoot off yuh mout bout bout how
Parson did out fi spite yuh,
An calm yuhself an praise de Lawd
Dem never did invite yuh!
Ay ya yie!