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Michael Kevin's profound take
“God always comes at the right time...
very important: read it until the end because a prayer shall never be never spared.
very important: read it until the end because a prayer shall never be never spared.
Thank you
God bless your eyes for reading this message.
God bless your eyes for reading this message.
Don't let this message die of cold:
After reading it, pass it on to others.
Remember that God's message can make a big difference in someone's life close to you.
After reading it, pass it on to others.
Remember that God's message can make a big difference in someone's life close to you.
Please read with faith, because it is an impressive prayer.
Believe it and you will be blessed
Luke 18,27:
He said to them, " what is impossible for men, is possible for God."
Luke 18,27:
He said to them, " what is impossible for men, is possible for God."
The problem with many of us is that we do not believe that God will open a window and shed blessings that we will not have room to receive Trust He is faithful to his word.
God never lies and his promises are safe.
My prayer for you today:
My prayer for you today:
The eyes that are watching this message will not see or desire any evil;
The hands that will send this message to others will not work in vain,
The mouth that says Amen to this prayer will laugh forever.
The hands that will send this message to others will not work in vain,
The mouth that says Amen to this prayer will laugh forever.
Stay in the love of God sending this prayer to all your acquaintances.
Have a lovely trip in life!
Have a lovely trip in life!
Trust The Lord with all your heart and he will never fail you, because he is awesome!
If you really need a blessing, keep reading:
If you really need a blessing, keep reading:
Divine Father, most affable and most loving God, I beg you to bless abundantly my family and me.
I know that you recognize that a family is more than each of those who make it up, for all those who believe and trust in you.
Father, I send a prayer of supplication of blessings, not only for the person who sent me this prayer, but also for me and for all whom I have sent this message.
And that the strength of the union in prayer for those who believe and trust in you, be more powerful than anything else.
I thank you in advance your blessings.
God merciful father, free from more debts,
and economic burdens to the person who reads this prayer.
I thank you in advance your blessings.
God merciful father, free from more debts,
and economic burdens to the person who reads this prayer.
Send me your wisdom so I can be a good admin of everything you've given me.
Father,
I know you are wonderful and powerful and that if we obey you and give your word and we have the faith of the size of a mustard seed, you will fill us with your blessings.
Father,
I know you are wonderful and powerful and that if we obey you and give your word and we have the faith of the size of a mustard seed, you will fill us with your blessings.
I thank you Lord the recent blessings I have received and the blessings that will still be coming, because I know you are not done with me yet.
In the name of Jesus Christ I beg you. Amen.
Our Father Who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come....
Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread, and Forgive
us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us Not into temptation,
but deliver us from all evil.
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come....
Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread, and Forgive
us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us Not into temptation,
but deliver us from all evil.
For thine is the Kingdom and the
Power, and the Glory, Forever and Ever.
Amen.
Power, and the Glory, Forever and Ever.
Amen.
Glory to the father.
Glory to the son.
Glory to the Holy Spirit.
Glory to the son.
Glory to the Holy Spirit.
As it was one in principle, now and always, for the centuries of centuries. Amen.
Take a moment and share this message
on your wall as soon as possible.
on your wall as soon as possible.
In a short time you will have made numerous people pray to God, one for the others.
Then sit down and look at the power of God working in your life....”
night before Christmas - from Andrew Holt
Twas the night before Christmas, and out on the ramp,
Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.
The aircraft were fastened to tie downs with care,
In hopes that -- come morning -- they all would be there.
The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,
With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots.
I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,
And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.
When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter,
I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.
A voice clearly heard over static and snow,
Called for clearance to land at the airport below.
He barked his transmission so lively and quick,
I'd have sworn that the call sign he used was "St. Nick."
I ran to the panel to turn up the lights,
The better to welcome this magical flight.
He called his position, no room for denial,
"St. Nicholas One, turnin' left onto final."
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer!
With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came,
As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:
"Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!
On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'?
While controllers were sittin', and scratchin' their heads,
They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread,
The message they left was both urgent and dour:
"When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower."
He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking,
Then I heard, "Left at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking."
He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh,
And stopped on the ramp with a "Ho! Ho! Ho!"
He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,
I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks.
His red helmet and goggles were covered with frost,
And his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust.
His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,
And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn't inhale.
His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly,
His boots were as black as a cropduster's belly.
He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red,
And he asked me to "fill it, with hundred low-lead."
He came dashing in from the snow-covered pump,
I knew he was anxious for drainin' the sump.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.
He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief,
Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief.
And I thought as he silently scribed in his log,
These reindeer could land in an eighth-mile fog.
He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear,
Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, "Clear!"
And laying a finger on his push-to-talk,
He called up the tower for clearance and squawk.
"Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction,
Turn right three-two-zero at pilot's discretion"
He sped down the runway, the best of the best,
"Your traffic's a Grumman, inbound from the west."
Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed through the night,
"Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight."
Not an airplane was stirring, not even a Champ.
The aircraft were fastened to tie downs with care,
In hopes that -- come morning -- they all would be there.
The fuel trucks were nestled, all snug in their spots,
With gusts from two-forty at 39 knots.
I slumped at the fuel desk, now finally caught up,
And settled down comfortably, resting my butt.
When the radio lit up with noise and with chatter,
I turned up the scanner to see what was the matter.
A voice clearly heard over static and snow,
Called for clearance to land at the airport below.
He barked his transmission so lively and quick,
I'd have sworn that the call sign he used was "St. Nick."
I ran to the panel to turn up the lights,
The better to welcome this magical flight.
He called his position, no room for denial,
"St. Nicholas One, turnin' left onto final."
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Rutan-built sleigh, with eight Rotax Reindeer!
With vectors to final, down the glideslope he came,
As he passed all fixes, he called them by name:
"Now Ringo! Now Tolga! Now Trini and Bacun!
On Comet! On Cupid!" What pills was he takin'?
While controllers were sittin', and scratchin' their heads,
They phoned to my office, and I heard it with dread,
The message they left was both urgent and dour:
"When Santa pulls in, have him please call the tower."
He landed like silk, with the sled runners sparking,
Then I heard, "Left at Charlie," and "Taxi to parking."
He slowed to a taxi, turned off of three-oh,
And stopped on the ramp with a "Ho! Ho! Ho!"
He stepped out of the sleigh, but before he could talk,
I ran out to meet him with my best set of chocks.
His red helmet and goggles were covered with frost,
And his beard was all blackened from Reindeer exhaust.
His breath smelled like peppermint, gone slightly stale,
And he puffed on a pipe, but he didn't inhale.
His cheeks were all rosy and jiggled like jelly,
His boots were as black as a cropduster's belly.
He was chubby and plump, in his suit of bright red,
And he asked me to "fill it, with hundred low-lead."
He came dashing in from the snow-covered pump,
I knew he was anxious for drainin' the sump.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work,
And I filled up the sleigh, but I spilled like a jerk.
He came out of the restroom, and sighed in relief,
Then he picked up a phone for a Flight Service brief.
And I thought as he silently scribed in his log,
These reindeer could land in an eighth-mile fog.
He completed his pre-flight, from the front to the rear,
Then he put on his headset, and I heard him yell, "Clear!"
And laying a finger on his push-to-talk,
He called up the tower for clearance and squawk.
"Take taxiway Charlie, the southbound direction,
Turn right three-two-zero at pilot's discretion"
He sped down the runway, the best of the best,
"Your traffic's a Grumman, inbound from the west."
Then I heard him proclaim, as he climbed through the night,
"Merry Christmas to all! I have traffic in sight."
flight before Christmas
THE FLIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Twas the flight before Christmas and all through the sky,
Not a creature was stirring except Captain and I.
The throttles were set on the quadrant with care,
In hopes of beating St. Nicholas there.
The passengers nestled all snug in their seats,
The purr of the engines had lulled them to sleep.
The Cap' at the wheel and I on his right,
Had just leveled off for a long winters flight.
When out in the sky there arose such a clatter,
We sat up in our seats to see what was the matter.
We checked out each engine as quick as a flash,
And glanced at the dials all over the dash.
The moonlight reflecting from the cloud bank below,
Showed nothing amiss in the cold winters glow.
When what to out wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh with eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old pilot so lively and quick,
We knew in a minute it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than our ship his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
"Now Pratt and now Whitney, now Curtiss and Wright,
On Rolls Royce and Allison, on through the night.
To the top of the clouds - to the top of them all,
Now dashaway, dashaway, dashaway all!"
Then in a twinkle on our wing we did hear,
The prancing and pawing of each little dear.
More swift than the wind flashing over the clouds,
They passed right on by as they nodded and bowed.
St. Nick was in goggles and helmet and boot,
The snowflakes were clinging to his flying suit.
A bundle of toys was strapped to his back,
And he looked like a chutist in full jumping pack.
His goggles were frosty, his dimples were merry,
The wind burned his cheeks and his nose red like cherry.
The smoke from his pipe in his teeth he held tight,
Streamed out behind him far into the night.
He had tightened his seat belt over his belly,
But it shook under neath like a bowl full of jelly.
He was sure a good flyer that jolly old elf,
He flew better than Captain or even myself.
With a new burst of speed from his tiny sled,
He was right out in front and pulling ahead.
He was seeking a break in the dense overcast,
For he'd stockings to fill, an all-night-long task.
When off to the south he saw a big hole,
And banking to starboard he started to roll.
His stick he pushed forward, to his team gave a whistle,
And toward it he flew like an air-to-ground missile.
But we heard him cry as he dove out of sight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT
Twas the flight before Christmas and all through the sky,
Not a creature was stirring except Captain and I.
The throttles were set on the quadrant with care,
In hopes of beating St. Nicholas there.
The passengers nestled all snug in their seats,
The purr of the engines had lulled them to sleep.
The Cap' at the wheel and I on his right,
Had just leveled off for a long winters flight.
When out in the sky there arose such a clatter,
We sat up in our seats to see what was the matter.
We checked out each engine as quick as a flash,
And glanced at the dials all over the dash.
The moonlight reflecting from the cloud bank below,
Showed nothing amiss in the cold winters glow.
When what to out wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh with eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old pilot so lively and quick,
We knew in a minute it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than our ship his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
"Now Pratt and now Whitney, now Curtiss and Wright,
On Rolls Royce and Allison, on through the night.
To the top of the clouds - to the top of them all,
Now dashaway, dashaway, dashaway all!"
Then in a twinkle on our wing we did hear,
The prancing and pawing of each little dear.
More swift than the wind flashing over the clouds,
They passed right on by as they nodded and bowed.
St. Nick was in goggles and helmet and boot,
The snowflakes were clinging to his flying suit.
A bundle of toys was strapped to his back,
And he looked like a chutist in full jumping pack.
His goggles were frosty, his dimples were merry,
The wind burned his cheeks and his nose red like cherry.
The smoke from his pipe in his teeth he held tight,
Streamed out behind him far into the night.
He had tightened his seat belt over his belly,
But it shook under neath like a bowl full of jelly.
He was sure a good flyer that jolly old elf,
He flew better than Captain or even myself.
With a new burst of speed from his tiny sled,
He was right out in front and pulling ahead.
He was seeking a break in the dense overcast,
For he'd stockings to fill, an all-night-long task.
When off to the south he saw a big hole,
And banking to starboard he started to roll.
His stick he pushed forward, to his team gave a whistle,
And toward it he flew like an air-to-ground missile.
But we heard him cry as he dove out of sight,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT
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