Well the bear will be gentle
And the wolves will be tame
And the lion shall lay down by the lamb, oh yes
And the beasts from the wild
Shall be led by a child
And I'll be changed, changed from this creature that I am, oh yes
There will be peace in the valley for me, some day
There will be peace in the valley for me, oh Lord I pray
There'll be no sadness, no sorrow
No trouble, trouble I see
There will be peace in the valley for me, for me
Don't delete this because it looks weird. Believe it
or not you can read it, and fast:
You Thought You Were a Poor Speller?|
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd
waht I was rdgnieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan
mnid Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde
Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers
in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the
frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset
can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit
a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not
raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorantt!
by Sharon Perkins
After serving as a missionary for forty years in
Africa, Henry C. Morrison became sick and had to
return to America. As the great ocean liner docked in
New York Harbor there was a great crowd gathered to
welcome home another passenger on that boat. Morrison
watched as President Teddy Roosevelt received a grand
welcome home party after his African Safari.
Resentment seized Henry Morrsion and he turned to God
in anger, "I have come back home after all this time
and service to the church and there is no one, not
even one person here to welcome me home."
Then a still small voice came to Morrison and said,
"You're not home yet."
Brett Blair, Sermon Illustrations, 2002.