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Christians, to the Paschal victim
offer your thankful praises!
A lamb the sheep redeemed:
Christ, who only is sinless,
reconcile sinners to the Father.
Death and life have contended
in that combat stupendous:
the Prince of life, who died,
Speak, Mary, declaring
what thou sawest, wayfaring:
“The tomb of Christ, who is living,
the glory of Jesus’ resurrection;
“Bright angels attesting,
the shroud and napkin resting.
“Yea, Christ my hope is arisen;
to Galilee he will go before you.”
[Happy they who bear the witness
Mary's word believing
above the tales of Jewry deceiving.]
Christ indeed from death is risen,
our new life obtaining;
have mercy, victor King, ever reigning!
Translation (except for the words in brackets) The English Hymnal, 1906
An English translation
Sing, my tongue, the Savior’s glory,
of His Flesh, the mystery sing;
of the Blood, all price exceeding,
shed by our Immortal King,
destined, for the world’s redemption,
from a noble Womb to spring.
Of a pure and spotless Virgin
born for us on earth below,
He, as Man, with man conversing,
stayed, the seeds of truth to sow;
then He closed in solemn order
wondrously His Life of woe.
On the night of that Last Supper,
seated with His chosen band,
He, the Paschal Victim eating,
first fulfills the Law’s command;
then as Food to His Apostles
gives Himself with His own Hand.
Word-made-Flesh, the bread of nature
by His Word to Flesh He turns;
wine into His Blood He changes;
what though sense no change discerns?
Only be the heart in earnest,
faith her lesson quickly learns.
Down in adoration falling,
This great Sacrament we hail,
O’er ancient forms of worship
Newer rites of grace prevail;
Faith will tell us Christ is present,
When our human senses fail.
To the Everlasting Father,
And the Son who made us free
And the Spirit, God proceeding
From them Each eternally,
Be salvation, honor, blessing,
Might and endless majesty.
2228. After picking the MB E430, Maw started talking with Reggie, who was leading us out. She mentioned something about not eating red meat. Then he said he something about meat, blood and such. He later smiled to show his VERY pointed fangs. Interesting times, folks. But they, TPTB and pals exist along with the rest of us — neither bad/wrong nor good/incorrect but just “is”…
2216. After reading Kenny boy’s new/old article on healing the “bad guys” and after having viewed/heard earlier a YouTube video of the olSaw Google Chrome logo of red (top), gold (corner right), green (corner left) and a blue dot center. Thought of Boy George’s lyric:
“Karma karma karma karma, karma chameleon
You come and go, you come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red gold and green, red gold and green”
1511. The divorced nutter, psycho LoLinda, opened her garage just as I reparked my car from the inside of our garage to the left side of our driveway; so that the MB E430 could be parked in its place to the right. Paw and Maw played “distractor” by inquiring how to change the stereo station from FM to AM. Friggin’ dummies! I immediately closed the garage door with my own remote control.
The psycho’s cars were there — one white Honda on the left driveway with her son’s black Honda parked on the right hand side and the maroon Dodge caravan on the left inside the garage.
Since we left 1030, the rest of the day was spent visiting two doctors — the primary care physician and the endocrinologist, eating lunch at Goldilocks and then picking up the MB E430 at Beshoff’s where there were MANY “smart cars” for me to potentially buy with monies that should have been REPAID and under MY control by now!
0735. Made a rhyme with regards to Maw’s sentiment about the Squirrel’s blunt criticisms versus failed actions: “Cannot compare one’s cross to bear.”
0710. I awoke and started the laundry and Maw awoke too, and stared to talk about stuff.
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Well, I cried… The YouTube video is truly touching/sad… Here are the lyrics to the song:
“In the stillness among the vast lands
I dream of Mother praying for me
She looks afar and gives precious milk to the heavens.
As offering for my well-being
My Mother, so far away, so far away
Stars twinkle above the grasslands
While in my dreams I see Mother’s caring face
As she prays to the heavens to wish me gospeed
My Mother, so far away, so far away
In my dream I see Home basking in golden sunbeam
While Mother softly sings an enchanting melody
There in the grasslands lie my everlasting home
My dearest Mother, wait for my return.”