Sunday, January 31, 2010

What time is it?


Good Morning Cousins!
What time is it?
My time, your time, lost time, last time.
Inevitably we are all stalked by time, as time waits for no one.
So time cures all, He will be with you till the end of time!
So what time is it now??
Written for you by,
Sir Richard…
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.com/

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Lord, I am walking your way.


Lord, I am walking your way.
Let me in, for my body tires and my feet are sore.
My clothes are torn and ragged.
Look into my eyes Lord, as my sins will play out on them, as on a screen.
From You I hide nothing, read them all.
I repent everything; forgive as only you my Lord, can.
Then send me back on my path, as I will walk on.
Until you Lord, call me home and bid me rest.
Amen.
Posted by,
Sir Richard...
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.com/

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Sunshine Through A Muddy Car Window


Hello Cousin,

I see that like Sunshine through a muddy car window (please forgive me if I am wrong), that beneath your beautiful smile, your river runs deep.
There is no way ever, that I could know your total pain and even now, I ask for your patience.
Like you I wonder each year, month, day, hour, minute why?
Like you, I understood who the perpetrator was and I have come to know as each year passes, Satan's and his minions ways better.
True, Christ asks us to forgive those who hurt us but I also believe He asks us through Him, to forgive ourselves.
The reason is simple, as with time bitterness and being unforgiven inside ourselves, are claws that set their hooks deep in our hearts.
They are chains that keep us held captive to the wounds and the messages of those wounds.
Until you forgive yourself, you remain their prisoner.

Now please listen carefully.
Forgiveness is a choice, it is not a feeling, so don’t try and feel forgiving.
It is an act of your will, “Don’t wait to forgive until you feel like forgiving,” someone once wrote.
For you will never get there.
Feelings take time to heal after the choice to forgive is made . . .
Like yours, I believe that you really only learn year by year to deal with it better, for it is all there and only a scab pick away.

For if forgiveness doesn’t visit the emotional core of our lives, we will always remain incomplete.
We acknowledge that it hurt, that it mattered, and we choose to extend forgiveness to those who hurt us.
This is not saying, “It didn’t really matter”; it is not saying, “I probably deserved part of it anyway.”
Forgiveness says, “It was wrong. Very, Very Wrong!!!
It mattered, it hurt me deeply and I release you...
I give the pain that you caused in me and you personally, TO GOD ALMIGHTY TO DEAL WITH!

In this way we are no longer slaves to the pain that they caused and we are also no longer held captive to Satan.
As these evil ones are in fact, pawns in Satan's all corrupting hands.
This doesn’t absolve them of the choices they made or the things they did, as God will deal with the whole lot of them, in His own good time!
It just helps us, to let them go and for us, to realize that they were used by our true enemy in his war against God through us.

Again, if I have just bounced a ball off of your good china cabinet.
By being in any way off course on this, then I will ask you now, for your forgiveness.

In His precious name I will pray for you...

Written by,

Sir Richard...
A knight in the service of the King of Kings! :)
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.com/

P.S. Here is a song for you to listen to also:
http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=23187078

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Re: All Of Our Relations


I believe that we are all related, to all people.
For if you look at the fact, that we all come from our Father God in heaven.
Extend that genetically, into the DNA traces of all of us back to one mother in Africa.
Or even know that we are all part of the same Human Race on this planet, hence we are related.
Then you may also consider this, that we are all made up of carbon and hydrogen atoms.
Which makes all stardust material and hence we are children of the universe, which brings us all back to being creations of God.
By my calculations we have, many, many relations, as we are related, to all people.
So, do not worry about who you may, or may not have as relatives.
For you must keep in mind, that they will never all show up at once to your house for dinner. :)
Yes, today is a good day to be alive!
With Love, from your cousin.

Sir Richard...
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/bayohunter

And now for my song:
http://www.youtube.com/v/HdP3nZMZQbs&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0

Monday, January 11, 2010

"Thank You"


"Thank You" for all of your kind Birthday wishes and great cards!

And now for my favorite song:
http://www.youtube.com/v/30bDcvDqBXY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0


As I thank all of you for the blessing, of knowing you.
Also I thank God for blessing me with this life.

Sincerely,
Sir Richard...
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.com/

Thursday, January 7, 2010

On Saturday January 9th I will be 55! :)


So in celebration lets listen to American Pie:
http://www.youtube.com/v/d9IXqQwCdcI&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0

Which is one of my all time favourite songs.
I even tried to sing it once upon a time, a long time ago but failed over and over.
As I kinda got stuck on the So, Bye, Bye part??
This drove my friend/brother Rick insane and probably still does to this day.

Well, for any of you who are as old as I, this song has many flash backs of our youth,
Man... You Dig?
All in all. a blessing to have experienced and even though there were many tears,
there were also, just as many smiles! :)

So as I squeeze off another round of my life, I have only one wish, for all of you.
That you are able to celebrate your lives daily with as much passion
and conviction, as you do for your own Birthday's.
Remember, that each day that you are alive, it is a blessing from God.
So keep your eye on the sites, your powder dry and safety off, only when needed!

With Love,

From Sir Richard of Abbenbroek...

"I met a girl who sang the blues"
As I was able to see Janis Joplin sing, during her Canadian Festival Express tour
@ McMahon Stadium - Calgary, Alberta (July 4, 1970)
= Far Out, eh?
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.com/

American Pie
(Lyrics to those who want to sing along)

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

By Don McLean