Thanks, Mom!
Ξ May 11th, 2012 | → 0 Comments | ∇ comments, Music, Podcast, southern gospel music, southern gospel podcast, Sunday Service |
This Mother’s Day Edition of Gospel Music Roundup is in direct appreciation for Mom.
Always there when we fall
Ready to pick us up or steer us clear of trouble.
They feed us, clothe us, protect us,
They feel our pain when we hurt,
and always seem to know what’s best for us.
Mothers are ALWAYS RIGHT:
Even if you disagree, you know they are.
I recall in the Film, “The passion of the Christ” the scene where the young Jesus trips and falls And it was Mama who came running to hold him.
More power than ten thousand angels…
More love than mere man can fathom.
Our comforter when we sorrow,
our nurse when we are injured
Our protector when the world comes against us.
And finally, at that dreadful moment when they must LEAVE us, their concerns are not for themselves, but for the ones they leave behind.
Mamas.
Emissaries of our Lord,
Our Savior and our King.
Used mightily of Him,
Yet seem to be so successfully clandestine that we never fully realize how much they are there, until they aren’t there anymore.
Take the time to hug your Mama today, even if it’s just over the phone.
If she has gone on ahead of you, take the necessary steps to ensure you see her again on the other side.
It’s what she would have wanted,
And you know, she’s always right!
In this edition of Gospel Music Roundup:
Dale Harper
David James
Jason Elkins
Mark High
Blackshear Bluegrass Gospel
BK Minor
Dotson Family Quartet
Rusty Blake
Mary Alice Vanderwater
Kathy Wedvik
The Crownsmen
The Benge Family
And of course,
so much more…














You know, often there are times when things go wrong. And I imagine, I probably get as many of those “times” as the average Joe. No… The average TOM. I get just as many as most folks. Some more, some less, but bad things do happen. And most of the time, the response that rolls off my lips when in the midst of one of those times where you just don’t understand it, there’s really no one to blame, and it’s not going to fix itself, is “Ya gotta love it!” Sometimes, when I am especially disgruntled or in a sarcastic mood, I even add, “Ya don’t know what ELSE to do with it”.
