Sunday, November 09, 2008

They shall not grow old

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Cranmer does not wish to add anything else today.


Blogger McKenzie said...

Psalm 91 (NIV)

1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. [a]

2 I will say [b] of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust."

3 Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare
and from the deadly pestilence.

4 He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

5 You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,

6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.

7 A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.

8 You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.

9 If you make the Most High your dwelling—
even the LORD, who is my refuge-

10 then no harm will befall you,
no disaster will come near your tent.

11 For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;

12 they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.

13 You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

14 "Because he loves me," says the LORD, "I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.

15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.

16 With long life will I satisfy him
and show him my salvation."


9 November 2008 at 10:55  
Blogger Jonny Mac said...

Beautiful illustration, thanks

9 November 2008 at 13:18  
Anonymous preacher said...


9 November 2008 at 18:06  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


9 November 2008 at 19:54  
Blogger ultramontane grumpy old catholic said...

Quite so, your Grace

The Armed Services and the services supporting them are some of the few institutions that remain good, noble and honest in our country today.

9 November 2008 at 20:32  
Blogger The Lakelander said...

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there;
I did not die.

9 November 2008 at 23:26  
Blogger Geoffrey Kruse-Safford said...

Thank you, your Grace, for saying all that needs saying this day.

10 November 2008 at 00:12  
Blogger Little Black Sambo said...

"I did not die". So why all the fuss?
(Cf that thing by Studdart - was it? -Talk to me in the old familiar tone; I've just gone next door for a fag, &c)

10 November 2008 at 21:40  
Blogger Little Black Sambo said...

Studdart Kennedy?

10 November 2008 at 21:41  

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