The sky on Saturday evening was wonderful. The sun was about to set, while white cottony clouds reached heaven. Hues of shiny silver and light gray painted the celestial blue sky, and my mouth opened in praise. The wide horizon filled my heart with hope as the depth of the sky lead my thoughts to God. The blend of shades seemed to invite me to come and see His glory as my heart experienced eternity. His infinite grace displayed bright colors of magnificent magenta that delighted my soul. Scenic stillness calmed my mind, anticipating His steadfast love that would linger through the dark night, and my gratitude faithfully reserved for this Sabbath.
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Potter’s Wheel
The world is fast becoming younger
The news is all they’ve ever known
They’ve seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger
How will they choose when they are grown
What do you tell forever’s children
When it’s their turn to hurt and heal
Whatever spins a grim tornado
Can also turn a potter’s wheel
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Tell with your life the bloody story
Teach to they’re dreams not burning steel
It’s not in bombs where lies the glory
But in what’s shattered on the field
The potter’s wheel takes love and caring
Skill and patience, fast and slow
The works it makes are easily broken
Once they survive the potter’s throw
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Some day some children will be digging
In some long forgotten ground
And they’ll find our civilization
Or what’s left of it to be found
They’ll find the weapons of destruction
But buried deeper in the hole
They’ll find a message and a promise
In the sand, the potter’s bowl
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Earth and fire and wind conspire
With human hands, and love, and fire
Artist: John Denver
Lyrics: Bill Danoff
The news is all they’ve ever known
They’ve seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger
How will they choose when they are grown
What do you tell forever’s children
When it’s their turn to hurt and heal
Whatever spins a grim tornado
Can also turn a potter’s wheel
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Tell with your life the bloody story
Teach to they’re dreams not burning steel
It’s not in bombs where lies the glory
But in what’s shattered on the field
The potter’s wheel takes love and caring
Skill and patience, fast and slow
The works it makes are easily broken
Once they survive the potter’s throw
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Some day some children will be digging
In some long forgotten ground
And they’ll find our civilization
Or what’s left of it to be found
They’ll find the weapons of destruction
But buried deeper in the hole
They’ll find a message and a promise
In the sand, the potter’s bowl
Take a little clay
Put it on a wheel
Get a little hint
How God must feel
Give a little turn
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in
Earth and fire and wind conspire
With human hands, and love, and fire
Artist: John Denver
Lyrics: Bill Danoff
My Alma Mater
With grateful hearts,
We sing your praise
Dear school our joy and pride
Where we were schooled in virtuous ways
In duty, truth, and courage tried.
Come boys, let’s sing in jubilee
Our Alma Mater true
And while we sail life’s darksome seas
Our thoughts hark back to you.
With you our hearts are full of joy
And we are proud to be your boys!
School Anthem - St. Stanislaus High School
A Jesuit institution working towards the greater glory of God - Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam (AMDG)
Motto: Born for Greater Things - Natus Ad Maiora
Alma Mater - Nourishing Mother
We sing your praise
Dear school our joy and pride
Where we were schooled in virtuous ways
In duty, truth, and courage tried.
Come boys, let’s sing in jubilee
Our Alma Mater true
And while we sail life’s darksome seas
Our thoughts hark back to you.
With you our hearts are full of joy
And we are proud to be your boys!
School Anthem - St. Stanislaus High School
A Jesuit institution working towards the greater glory of God - Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam (AMDG)
Motto: Born for Greater Things - Natus Ad Maiora
Alma Mater - Nourishing Mother
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