I see Your face in every sunrise
The colors of the morning are inside Your eyes
The world awakens in the light of the day
I look up to the sky and say
You're beautiful
I see Your power in the moonlit night
Where planets are in motion and galaxies are bright
We are amazed in the light of the stars
It's all proclaiming who You are
You're beautiful, You're beautiful
I see You there hanging on a tree
You bled and then You died and then You rose again for me
Now You are sitting on Your heavenly throne
Soon we will be coming home
You're beautiful, You're beautiful
When we arrive at eternity's shore
Where death is just a memory and tears are no more
We'll enter in as the wedding bells ring
Your bride will come together and we'll sing
You're beautiful (x2)
I see Your face,
You're beautiful, You're beautiful, You're beautiful
I see Your face,
You're beautiful, You're beautiful, You're beautiful
I see Your face,
I see Your face
I see Your face,
You're beautiful, You're beautiful, You're beautiful
Sunday, 27 June 2010
Sunday, 13 June 2010
Proud To Be Welsh
This is an awesome joke, which I have unashamedly nicked from a post by Ziggy on the PRATS forum. By the way I am English, but married a Welsh girl.
After having dug to a depth of 10 feet last year, Irish scientists found traces of copper wire dating back 100 years and came to the conclusion that their ancestors already had a telephone network more than 100 years ago.
Not to be outdone by the Irish, in the weeks that followed, an English archaeologist dug to a depth of 20 feet, and shortly after, a story published read:-
"English archaeologists, finding traces of 130-year-old copper wire, have concluded that their ancestors already had an advanced high-tech telecommunications network 30 years earlier than the Irish".
One week later, the South Wales Echo reported the following:-
"After digging as deep as 30 feet in the back garden of his house in the Rhondda, Dai Williams, a self-taught archaeologist, reported that he found absolutely f**k all.
Dai has therefore concluded that 130 years ago, Wales had already gone wireless."
Makes a man proud to be Welsh!
After having dug to a depth of 10 feet last year, Irish scientists found traces of copper wire dating back 100 years and came to the conclusion that their ancestors already had a telephone network more than 100 years ago.
Not to be outdone by the Irish, in the weeks that followed, an English archaeologist dug to a depth of 20 feet, and shortly after, a story published read:-
"English archaeologists, finding traces of 130-year-old copper wire, have concluded that their ancestors already had an advanced high-tech telecommunications network 30 years earlier than the Irish".
One week later, the South Wales Echo reported the following:-
"After digging as deep as 30 feet in the back garden of his house in the Rhondda, Dai Williams, a self-taught archaeologist, reported that he found absolutely f**k all.
Dai has therefore concluded that 130 years ago, Wales had already gone wireless."
Makes a man proud to be Welsh!
Friday, 11 June 2010
Planet Rock Connection
Planet Rock, the UK's home of Classic Rock, has a quiz type thing in their morning show. Basically, a listener sends in a list of eight songs which are connected by a theme, with one being an odd one out. The remaining listeners have to email or ring in with the right connection, and odd one out.
Well today's connection had been sent in by your's truly. It was introduced as a welcome return to the groaners, ie you will groan when you here the answers! The ones submitted were as below. They altered two of them, Black Sabbath was replaced by U2 Sunday bloody Sunday, and Styx were replaced by Bruce Springsteen's the river.
The connection was rivers in the UK, with the odd one out mentioning a river in the title.
(order sent in, not order played)
Queen - Seven seas of rye (Severn - England/Wales)
Peter Frampton - Show me the way (Wey - England)
Van Halen - Why can't this be love (Wye - England/Wales)
Black Sabbath - Sabbath bloody sabbath (Dee - England/Wales or Scot)
AC/DC - Beatin' around the bush (Bush - N.Ireland)
Europe - Last look at Eden (Eden - England)
Alan Parsons Project - Eye in the sky (Eye Water - Scot)
Styx - Boat on the river
Well today's connection had been sent in by your's truly. It was introduced as a welcome return to the groaners, ie you will groan when you here the answers! The ones submitted were as below. They altered two of them, Black Sabbath was replaced by U2 Sunday bloody Sunday, and Styx were replaced by Bruce Springsteen's the river.
The connection was rivers in the UK, with the odd one out mentioning a river in the title.
(order sent in, not order played)
Queen - Seven seas of rye (Severn - England/Wales)
Peter Frampton - Show me the way (Wey - England)
Van Halen - Why can't this be love (Wye - England/Wales)
Black Sabbath - Sabbath bloody sabbath (Dee - England/Wales or Scot)
AC/DC - Beatin' around the bush (Bush - N.Ireland)
Europe - Last look at Eden (Eden - England)
Alan Parsons Project - Eye in the sky (Eye Water - Scot)
Styx - Boat on the river
Sunday, 30 May 2010
Wake Me Up When September Ends
To be honest I have no idea what these lyrics refer to at all, I just think it is a cracking song by Green Day.
All I will say though is that we should learn from every experience we go through both the good and the bad. The pain of losing a loved one for example does fade over time, but the memories of that person will last forever.
The last verse says that twenty years have gone so fast, times does indeed go by rapidly. It does not seem to me like twenty four years since my own father died, or twenty two years since I met my wife for the first time, or nearly thirteen years since our eldest was born. We do not know how long we are on this earth for, but we have to make the most of every opportunity we are given.
"Wake Me Up When September Ends"
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
All I will say though is that we should learn from every experience we go through both the good and the bad. The pain of losing a loved one for example does fade over time, but the memories of that person will last forever.
The last verse says that twenty years have gone so fast, times does indeed go by rapidly. It does not seem to me like twenty four years since my own father died, or twenty two years since I met my wife for the first time, or nearly thirteen years since our eldest was born. We do not know how long we are on this earth for, but we have to make the most of every opportunity we are given.
"Wake Me Up When September Ends"
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells again
Like we did when spring began
Wake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain again
Falling from the stars
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when September ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends
Like my father's come to pass
Twenty years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
Trinity Veterans Football Match
Report taken from the Trinity Cheltenham website.
Trinity Vets vs. Trinity F.C. May 25th, 2010
Trinity vets, for a short period in the second half, threatened to cause the biggest upset in Trinity’s football history last night. Down 5-0 after the first half, Trinity Vets dominated early in the second half to come back to 5-3, only to see the relative youth of the regular squad shine through with three late goals to make the final score 8-3.
Last year, this annual fixture was played out in driving rain and howling wind. This year the sun shone brightly, the massive crowds (all three of them) sat on deck chairs and sunned themselves, and the game was played out amidst a beautiful sunset in the shadow of Cleeve Hill.
On paper, Trinity vets had no chance of making an impact on the young, fit and league-topping Trinity FC team. Their average age was 15 years greater, their average weight 2 stone higher, and their average hair line 6 inches further back. Further more, one or two of them were still wearing their short shorts that were all the rage in the 80’s, but now would be more at home in a Borat film than on a football pitch. And indeed, the first half was probably expected. A lot of huffing and puffing from the vets but not a lot else as Trinity FC scored 5 times.
At half time the Vets were treated to a ‘Dan Chatworthy Special’ rallying call. Dan, more renowned for crunching tackles and gutteral grunts, treated the vets to a masterly vocal recitation of true football heritage: they were reminded of the need to ‘keep it tight’, ‘look for the easy ball’, ‘pass it short’, ’support each other’ and not ‘give the opposition time to have a cup of tea’ before going in for the challenge.
Remarkably re-envisioned, the second half began with more enthusiasm from the vets, but with no impact on the field until manager Geoff Routledge made some incisive tactical changes. Grandad was moved from centre forward to goal-keeper, the Rev Gareth Dickinson was replaced by never-Rev Neil Bennetts, and the ex-Rev Jonathon Stott was asked to take his 6 foot 6 frame into the centre forward position. With Grandad shoring up the previously leaky goal, the short hairy legs of Dickinson removed from the field, the quick nimble Bennetts (his words) flying down the wing, and the Peter Crouch look-a-like Stott causing complete mayhem amongst the Trinity FC centre backs, the Vets managed to produce some outstanding penetrating runs into the opposition’s half, resulting in three quick goals that left Trinity FC nervous, and the now five-strong crowd breathless. Maybe if not-to-be-seen-anywhere Rev Bailey had been around to hack a few people down the result would have swung the Vets way. But then soon-to-be-Rev Jon Hills delivered what he had promised to do all evening, and scored a couple of very quick, well executed goals for Trinity FC.
So that was that – a healthy and encouraging result for the Vets, with a scoreline that betrays how close the game was. A technical victory for Trinity FC maybe, but a triumph of attitude, commitment and managing-not-to-die-in-the-process resilience from the Vets.
The return match is next September.
Game on.
Trinity Vets vs. Trinity F.C. May 25th, 2010
Trinity vets, for a short period in the second half, threatened to cause the biggest upset in Trinity’s football history last night. Down 5-0 after the first half, Trinity Vets dominated early in the second half to come back to 5-3, only to see the relative youth of the regular squad shine through with three late goals to make the final score 8-3.
Last year, this annual fixture was played out in driving rain and howling wind. This year the sun shone brightly, the massive crowds (all three of them) sat on deck chairs and sunned themselves, and the game was played out amidst a beautiful sunset in the shadow of Cleeve Hill.
On paper, Trinity vets had no chance of making an impact on the young, fit and league-topping Trinity FC team. Their average age was 15 years greater, their average weight 2 stone higher, and their average hair line 6 inches further back. Further more, one or two of them were still wearing their short shorts that were all the rage in the 80’s, but now would be more at home in a Borat film than on a football pitch. And indeed, the first half was probably expected. A lot of huffing and puffing from the vets but not a lot else as Trinity FC scored 5 times.
At half time the Vets were treated to a ‘Dan Chatworthy Special’ rallying call. Dan, more renowned for crunching tackles and gutteral grunts, treated the vets to a masterly vocal recitation of true football heritage: they were reminded of the need to ‘keep it tight’, ‘look for the easy ball’, ‘pass it short’, ’support each other’ and not ‘give the opposition time to have a cup of tea’ before going in for the challenge.
Remarkably re-envisioned, the second half began with more enthusiasm from the vets, but with no impact on the field until manager Geoff Routledge made some incisive tactical changes. Grandad was moved from centre forward to goal-keeper, the Rev Gareth Dickinson was replaced by never-Rev Neil Bennetts, and the ex-Rev Jonathon Stott was asked to take his 6 foot 6 frame into the centre forward position. With Grandad shoring up the previously leaky goal, the short hairy legs of Dickinson removed from the field, the quick nimble Bennetts (his words) flying down the wing, and the Peter Crouch look-a-like Stott causing complete mayhem amongst the Trinity FC centre backs, the Vets managed to produce some outstanding penetrating runs into the opposition’s half, resulting in three quick goals that left Trinity FC nervous, and the now five-strong crowd breathless. Maybe if not-to-be-seen-anywhere Rev Bailey had been around to hack a few people down the result would have swung the Vets way. But then soon-to-be-Rev Jon Hills delivered what he had promised to do all evening, and scored a couple of very quick, well executed goals for Trinity FC.
So that was that – a healthy and encouraging result for the Vets, with a scoreline that betrays how close the game was. A technical victory for Trinity FC maybe, but a triumph of attitude, commitment and managing-not-to-die-in-the-process resilience from the Vets.
The return match is next September.
Game on.
Sunday, 23 May 2010
A Pentecost Hymn
Spirit of the living God,
Fall afresh on me.
Spirit of the living God,
Fall afresh on me.
Melt me, mold me, fill me, use me,
Spirit of the living God,
Fall afresh on me.
Spirit of the living God,
Fall afresh on us.
Spirit of the living God,
Fall afresh on us.
Melt us, mold us, fill us,use us,
Spirit of the living God,
Fall afresh on us.
Fall afresh on me.
Spirit of the living God,
Fall afresh on me.
Melt me, mold me, fill me, use me,
Spirit of the living God,
Fall afresh on me.
Spirit of the living God,
Fall afresh on us.
Spirit of the living God,
Fall afresh on us.
Melt us, mold us, fill us,use us,
Spirit of the living God,
Fall afresh on us.
Saturday, 8 May 2010
Find Me In The River
Find me in the river
Find me on my knees
I've walked against the water
Now I'm waiting if you please
We've longed to see the roses
But never felt the thorns
And bought our pretty crowns
But never paid the price
Find me in the river
Find me there
Find me on my knees with my soul laid bare
Even though you're gone and I'm cracked and dry
Find me in the river, I'm waiting here
Find me in the river
Find me on my knees
I've walked against the water
Now I'm waiting if you please
We didn't count on suffering
We didn't count on pain
But if the blessing's in the valley
Then in the river I will wait
Find me on my knees
I've walked against the water
Now I'm waiting if you please
We've longed to see the roses
But never felt the thorns
And bought our pretty crowns
But never paid the price
Find me in the river
Find me there
Find me on my knees with my soul laid bare
Even though you're gone and I'm cracked and dry
Find me in the river, I'm waiting here
Find me in the river
Find me on my knees
I've walked against the water
Now I'm waiting if you please
We didn't count on suffering
We didn't count on pain
But if the blessing's in the valley
Then in the river I will wait
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