BP's Got a Problem

The gulf has a big oil spill
that seems to be gushing at will.
The engineers dug it
and started to plug it,
but the oil is flowing out still.

Oh, what are we going to do?
Looks like BP will never come through.
They've dug and they've drilled
and they've cleaned up the spill.
Think the cost will come back to me and you?

Independence Day 2010

The people banded together to make their plea,
They were tired of taxes and yearned to be free.
They wrote it all down,
Thumbed their nose at the Crown,
And they won the victory for you and me.

COME AND SHOUT PRAISE

SHOUT TO THE LORD ALL YOU PEOPLE OF GOD,
COME TO HIS THRONE AND BOW DOWN.
SHOUT TO THE LORD, GIVE HIM HONOR AND PRAISE,
FILL ALL THE EARTH WITH THE SOUND.
SHOUT NEWS OF VICTORY FROM SEA TO SEA,
NEWS OF HIS GRACE AND LOVE FOR YOU AND ME.
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COME AND SHOUT PRAISES TO GOD.
COME AND MARCH INTO HIS PRESENCE WITH SINGING.
COME AND SHOUT PRAISES TO GOD.
RAISING THE ROOF FOR THE ROCK WHO HAS SAVED US!
COME AND SHOUT PRAISES TO GOD.
COME ON YOUR KNEES TO THE GOD WHO HAS MADE US.
HE IS THE REASON WE LIVE.
　
GET OUT THE MESSAGE THAT CHRIST IS OUR KING,
HE PUT THE WORLD IN ITS PLACE.
BRING GIFTS AND CELEBRATE, HE'S EVERYTHING,
AUTHOR OF KINGDOMS AND SPACE.
GOD MADE THE HEAVENS, LET'S HEAR THE APPLAUSE,
REACH OUT TO RESCUE THE WEARY AND LOST.

COME AND SHOUT PRAISES TO GOD.
COME AND MARCH INTO HIS PRESENCE WITH SINGING.
COME AND SHOUT PRAISES TO GOD.
RAISING THE ROOF FOR THE ROCK WHO HAS SAVED US.
COME AND SHOUT PRAISES TO GOD.
COME ON YOUR KNEES TO THE GOD WHO HAS MADE US.
HE IS THE REASON WE LIVE.
HE IS THE REASON WE LIVE.
TO HIM PRAISE AND HONOR WE GIVE.

A Word From God

Sitting quietly in my room.
Speaking softly through my pen.
Writing friends with technical mail.
Visiting with a long, lost friend.
God spoke to me through one word....
Love.

Written for our small group garage sale that we had to benefit a family going through tough times. I wouldn't have saved this, but Donna said I should. I always do what Donna says:

WELCOME GARAGE SALE SHOPPERS!
WE'RE GLAD TO SEE YOUR FACE!
YOUR PURCHASES AREN'T FOR US TO KEEP,
SO LET US STATE OUR CASE.

WE KNOW SOME FOLKS WHOSE TIMES ARE ROUGH,
AND WE'LL HELP THEM IF WE CAN.
SO ALL PROCEEDS WILL GO TO THEM
TO LEND A HELPING HAND.

SO, SHOP AROUND AND HAVE SOME FUN,
DON'T LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING "HEY!"
OUR FRIENDSHIPS ARE IMPORTANT. YOU KNOW,
THIS COULD BE US SOMEDAY.

Written and Provided by Juanita Constantine Riggle via Facebook

Juanita Constantine Riggle
Ode to Shirley
There once was a limerick verse master
Who kept her fans roaring with laughter
Although she's long gone
She's still writing on
And God's laughing in the here after.

this is a song that your Grandpa Bassett taught me when we first got married. He sang it when he took a bath:

"OH me and my wife and my stub-tail dog,
went across the river on a sycamore log.
the log rolled over and my wife got wet,
but i hung to my stub-tail dog, you bet!
doo doop de doop doo doo!"