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Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, What shall I ask of thee? I do not sigh for the wealth of earth. For the joys that fade and flee. But, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, this do I long to see. The bliss untold which your arms enfold. The treasure upon your knee. Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, I toss on a stormy sea. Oh, lift your Child as a beacon light to the port where I fain would be And, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ This do I ask of thee when the voyage is over O stand on the shore and show Him at last to me.

Thus says the LORD:
This is what I commanded my people:
Listen to my voice;
then I will be your God and you shall be my people.
Walk in all the ways that I command you,
so that you may prosper.

But they obeyed not, nor did they pay heed.
They walked in the hardness of their evil hearts
and turned their backs, not their faces, to me.
From the day that your fathers left the land of Egypt even to this day,
I have sent you untiringly all my servants the prophets.
Yet they have not obeyed me nor paid heed;
they have stiffened their necks and done worse than their fathers.
When you speak all these words to them,
they will not listen to you either;
when you call to them, they will not answer you.
Say to them:
This is the nation that does not listen
to the voice of the LORD, its God,
or take correction.
Faithfulness has disappeared;
the word itself is banished from their speech.

A minister was attending a men’s breakfast. He asked one of the older farmers in attendance to say the prayer that morning. The farmer began,
“Lord, I hate buttermilk.”
The pastor opened one eye and wondered to himself where this was going.
Then the farmer said, “Lord, I hate lard.”
Now the pastor was worried. But the farmer prayed on, “And Lord, you know I don’t care much for raw flour.”
As the pastor was about to stop everything the farmer continued,
“But Lord, when you mix ‘em all together and bake ‘em, I do love those fresh biscuits. So Lord, when things come up we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we just don’t understand what you are saying to us, we just need to relax and wait ‘til You are done fixin’ and probably it will be something even better than biscuits.”