TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE EASTER
by Roberta N. Tuthill
‘Twas the night before Easter, and there in the tomb
Lay the crucified Savior, wrapped like a cocoon,
But the darkness gave way as the Angel drew near,
And the guards fell like dead men, none lifting a spear.
With the stone rolled aside by the Angel’s strong arm,
The grave being empty gave the women alarm!
When they hastened to take the disciples the word,
They hardly believed the report that they heard!
They ran to the tomb and confirmed it was true,
But, being perplexed, didn’t know what to do!
As they gathered together much later that day,
Their hearts were made glad when they heard Jesus say:
“Peace be unto you; as my Father sent Me,
Even so send I you* over land, over sea,
To make more disciples and tell the Good News:
If they take Me as Savior, their sins I’ll excuse.”
Like the thief on the Cross who repented that day
Was accepted by Jesus, the Life, Truth and Way,
Even so can you enter the Paradise Gate –
Just accept His forgiveness; please, don’t wait too late!
–Roberta N. Tuthill, Copyright 08/16/2006
In times of life’s hustle and bustle it’s a reminder of the words penned a number of years ago – a prayer for my car – and refined in 2005; put to the tune of “Bless This House, O Lord, I Pray”.
Bless My Car, O Lord
By Roberta N. Tuthill
[To the tune of “Bless This House, O Lord, I Pray”]
Bless my car, O Lord, I pray, Keep it safe by night and day,
Bless its battery and hood, Keep its starter working good,
Bless its fenders, wheels and tank, Thank you, Lord, it need no crank,
Bless its headlights, tail lights too, And its mirrors that give rear view.
Bless its doors that swing about, to get in and then get out,
Bless its shock absorbers, springs, Crankcase, plugs and piston rings,
Bless its universal joints, Bless its valves and breaker points,
Bless its filters, oil and air, All four tires and yes, the spare.
Bless its windshield and its wiper, Bless its muffler and tail pipes,
Bless its heater and its fan, Its radiator and its pan,
Bless its brakes and engine too, Give long life for it’s not new,
Bless the windows shining bright, Letting in your heavenly light,
Keep it safe by night and day, And I’ll thank you Lord, alway.
Bless My Car Lyrics by Roberta N. Tuthill Copyright 2005
[Original “Bless This House” by Helen Taylor and Mary Brahe]
REVISED & RETITLED FORM OF IF THE TABLES HAD BEEN TURNED2
IRAQI FREEDOM GOAL!
Survivors of the Germany where Hitler’s henchmen reigned,
Would surely have more sympathy for those ruled by Hussein!
Instead of criticizing the “Iraqi Freedom” aim,
They’d realize that liberation is a noble claim.
Our men and women fighting there ‘gainst degradation’s rule
Are teaching many children what it means to go to school,
To have a goal of living, and their longings to fulfill!
Pursuing dreams of happiness, not thousands they might kill,
The common people soon perceived our troops mean only good,
To give them hope of living in a peaceful neighborhood,
Where fear and apprehension could be taken far away,
Instead of their “companions” every moment of the day
There’s really no comparison with Hitler’s vast blitzkrieg,
Determining to overthrow all Nations in The League,
It’s not the common people who resist our troops’ advance,
The war would soon be over if the people had a chance.
Our troops face opposition from the tyrants, for control
Of ev’ry thought and notion, lest the people reach their goal
Of self-determination, a respectful livelihood,
To stop the subjugation, and the wanton shedding blood!
Imposing western ways on lands of Japheth, Ham, and Shem
Is not the aim of those who dream of liberating them.
Devising ways to reach their goals; though Poet’s words repeat*
That “East and west shall never…” in the Bible’s God we’ll meet!
— Roberta N. Tuthill, Copyright 1/19 & 2/10/2008
The rest of the Story is in my WW 2 History still in process, refuting “brainwashed” versions from the liberal media’s misinterpretations!