My first, last, and only dedication: I am a champion (1 Viewer)
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haha doubt that's gonna happen fabi. im waging something of a war which if successful will have my parents agree to allow me to go to a 3rd world country as a volunteer.
even before anythings been decided though im making all kinds of crazy plans for this event.
about "whee-luss":
if george doesnt mind being called george then so be it.
even before anythings been decided though im making all kinds of crazy plans for this event.
about "whee-luss":
if george doesnt mind being called george then so be it.
Thanks fabi! I'd love to sing with you too, I love singing 
I love those two songs too, and so many others!
An amazing thing about the song "It Is Well". The writer, Horatio G. Spafford is an amazing guy.
This hymn was written after two major traumas in Spafford’s life. The first was the great Chicago Fire of October 1871, which ruined him financially (he had been a wealthy businessman). Shortly after, while crossing the Atlantic, all four of Spafford’s daughters died in a collision with another ship.
Spafford’s wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, “Saved alone.” Several weeks later, as Spafford’s own ship passed near the spot where his daughters died, the Holy Spirit inspired these words. They speak to the eternal hope that all believers have, no matter what pain and grief befall them on earth
The lyrics are beautiful, and I always wonder how much faith it'd take for a man to write these kinds of words after he's lost his whole family and his business.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
You sore loser 
I was just kiddin about that, we both know... give me a proper dedication now, mofo :fero:
I love those two songs too, and so many others!An amazing thing about the song "It Is Well". The writer, Horatio G. Spafford is an amazing guy.
This hymn was written after two major traumas in Spafford’s life. The first was the great Chicago Fire of October 1871, which ruined him financially (he had been a wealthy businessman). Shortly after, while crossing the Atlantic, all four of Spafford’s daughters died in a collision with another ship.
Spafford’s wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, “Saved alone.” Several weeks later, as Spafford’s own ship passed near the spot where his daughters died, the Holy Spirit inspired these words. They speak to the eternal hope that all believers have, no matter what pain and grief befall them on earth
The lyrics are beautiful, and I always wonder how much faith it'd take for a man to write these kinds of words after he's lost his whole family and his business.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
++ [ originally posted by GOAT ] ++
:LOL: I knew you'd take it the right way
Seriously tho, you said I wouldnt get a mention if you ever did a dedication :irritate:
:LOL: I knew you'd take it the right way
Seriously tho, you said I wouldnt get a mention if you ever did a dedication :irritate:
I was just kiddin about that, we both know... give me a proper dedication now, mofo :fero:
