Father forgive us
We know not what we do,
Were killing our brothers
in the name of you.

Fighting for freedom
With Unholy war,
Show us you mercy
We’re standing at the door.

Father forgive them
They know not what they do,
Killing their children,
They belong to you.

Unwilling to love them
care for them with your love,
killing the life you gave,
how many more?

Your mother she cared for you
Watched you grow up strong,
Doing your Fathers will,
you would not be here long.

You sent us your mercy
wrapped up in love,
Your power ripped the grave clothes,
death could not hold you!

You died to atone for us,
And to cleanse us from sin,
The way to salvation,
And to live in you again!

- – - written by Cyndi Robinson

Lord I am your Child
You put me in the Palm of your hand
And you go before the heart of God the Father
With all my darkest longings and confessions.

The darkness I confess
Is shed in the presence of your light,
And relinquishes my stain!

As I confess, I am cleansed
By your precious blood
Once again.

And I will partake in the Communion meal,
At peace and reconciled with the Father
And His unending Love and Mercy.

- – - written by Cyndi Robinson

Take twelve whole months,
Clean them thoroughly of all bitterness, hate, and jealousy,
Make them just as fresh and clean as possible.

Now cut each month into twenty-eight, thirty, or
thirty-one different parts,
but don’t make up the whole batch at once.
Prepare it one day at a time out of these ingredients.

Mix well into each day one part of faith,
one part of patience, one part of courage,
and one part of work.

Add to each day one part of hope,
faithfulness, generosity, and kindness.
Blend with one part prayer,
one part meditation, and one good deed.
Season the whole with a dash of good spirits,
a sprinkle of fun, a pinch of play,
and a cupful of good humor.

Pour all of this into a vessel of love.
Cook thoroughly over radiant joy,
garnish with a smile,
and serve with quietness, unselfishness,
and cheerfulness.

You’re bound to have a Happy New Year.