Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me. Psalm 143:9 KJV
Flee - it's such a weakling word A fearful, shameful thought But I'm running Lord to You With all the strength I've got Like David I'm surrounded by Things I don't understand So let me come to hide in You Just as You always planned!
It’s been fifty years of marriage dear
Now you know my math’s not strong
But that’s two thousand and six hundred weeks
If my calculator is not wrong
And with leap years and those quarter days
The months slip by so fast
It’s hard to count the meals you’ve cooked
And the birthdays that have passed
Paying the electric bills
The joy of Christmas each December
And teaching boys to pray and trust
Oh our loving God remembers
And walks with us down all the roads
Through hardships and our trials
Let’s finish well and trust Him still
For there’s just a few more miles!
Just a Few More Miles
by Peter Caligiuri © copyright 2023
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“My son, do not regard lightly the discipline of the Lord, nor be weary when reproved by him. For the Lord disciplines the one he loves, and chastises every son whom he receives.” Hebrews 12:5b-6 ESV Hands aren’t just made for spanking Or for pulling on our ears They’re also made for holding ours And drying all our tears They pick us up when we fall down And hold us up us in prayer At night they tuck us in to sleep And gently stroke our hair But the hands I love the most Were nailed to the cross Where Jesus took away my sins So I would not be lost! Hands by Peter Caligiuri Copyright © 2023 All Rights Reserved
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