.July 28, 2002
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Build a wall of friendship,
all covered with ivy vine;
Top it with some kinship,
and cheering all so divine.
Extend it around your heart,
keep the goodness to dwell;
Remember to always do your part,
and to fighters always tell.
TSF is the home of good cheer,
friendship is always held dear;
Always shout and make it clear,
failure here you never have to fear.
LaSalle - The Faerie Keeper's Si'de
Our Best Of The Quest winner shows great Spirit!!
He gives so much to our Team, and is always
there to greet everyone with a friendly smile,
and a Caring Heart!!
Depth of mercy! Can there be
mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear,
me, the chief of sinners, spare?
I have long withstood his grace,
long provoked him to his face,
would not hearken to his calls,
grieved him by a thousand falls.
I my Master have denied,
I afresh have crucified,
oft profaned his hallowed name,
put him to an open shame.
There for me the Savior stands,
shows his wounds and spreads his hands.
God is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.
Now incline me to repent,
let me now my sins lament,
now my foul revolt deplore,
weep, believe, and sin no more.
Note: Following a short and unsuccessful ministry in America, the disillusioned Wesley's returned to England, where once again they came under the influence of a group of devout Moravian believers meeting in Aldersgate, London. In May, 1738, both of these brothers had a spiritual heart-warming experience, realizing that though they had been zealous in the Church's ministry, neither had ever personally accepted Christ as Savior nor had known the joy of their religious faith as did their Moravian friends. From that time the Wesley's' ministry took on a new dimension and power.
Both John and Charles were endued with an indefatigable spirit, usually working fifteen to eighteen hours each day. It is estimated that they traveled a quarter of a million miles throughout Great Britain, mostly on horseback, while conducting more than 40,000 public services. Charles alone wrote no less than 6,500 hymn texts, with hardly a day or an experience passing without its crystallization into verse.
Depth of Mercy is the first song this writer mastered in ASL at the tender age of eleven in 1950 and remains my favorite, lo these many years.
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