cav, Even I got a good laugh on that one!
c.i.
Well, perhaps one of you can explain why every bagpipe player that I have ever heard only plays "Amazing Grace?" Sheeeze, don't you guys know any other tunes?
Bet there's not one dour Scotsman on here that knows the history behind that song.
then=ketchup on hot dogs
now= mustard on hot dogs
Dyslexia,
...You have truly evolved. Your life must have new meaning.
Letty, we have a beautiful church across the street from us that hosts many weddings. Occasionally, there is a piper who plays the weddings with traditional tunes not including Amazing Grace...real Scottish strathspeys, airs and jigs...always a treat to hear it coming through the window. The church also does a St. Paddy's day mass every year in Irish Gaelic.
Catsup, Dys? That was then, this is now... and just what does a cowboy from Colorado know about slaw dogs...
The composer was John Newton who was a slave trader catain. He called to God during a terrible storm and the ship came through it safely. After returning to England he joined the church after educating himself. It is thought he composed the song between 1760 and 1770. Today's song has had verses added to it. The melody is thought to be taken from a slave song.
These are the original lyrics:
Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
That sav'd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ'd!
Thro' many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promis'd good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call'd me here below,
Will be forever mine.
By the way I'm part Scot along with Irish, English and Iroquois. I shouldn't mention the Scot part because it was the Campbell clan which helped James I take Scotland.
I was a sensitive boy, constantly hurt by people and life but never losing hope.
Now I am a rock hard man, covered over in scar tissue, impenetrable, who believes that hope is merely a carrot dangled by God to keep us pulling the plough, but in actuality false and meaningless.
I expend a great deal of energy in trying to hide my feelings from my children. I don't know how sucessful I am. I don't want them to have a life like mine.
(grew up with a piper named bowly who knew many songs besides the old hymn. was also known for turning cartwheels in the school library and humming the beatles' "revolution" when the teacher's back was turned.)
Bi-Polar Bear, I love you for saying that. In the saying you have started to remove all the junk-stuff lies that are between you and that sensitive little kid.
BPB, It's not god that's dangling that carrot in front of you. c.i.
tex star I'm not sure I follow you.
c.i. who then?
Bi, it's you that's dangling the carrot...
Bob, Yes, leave it to Bob of Boston.
Good night...
well then letty, I am a purposeful idiot, fooling myself that hope exists while simultaneously realizing it does not. Now that's bi-polar .
I think that's called schizophrenic. c.i.
I believe you're right...no you don't ....do to....don't ....
Alright...Break it up, you tw..er....one!
