Seven Knives

( Verse 1 )
Am G
I went to the LORD with seven knives in my back
F Dm E
From friends–or so I thought…
Am G
I fell down on my face there before His grace
F Dm E
And He asked me what I sought
F C G
I said LORD, these men again and again
C G F
Have stabbed me to my core
C
And I forgave them six times
F Dm
And I called them my friends
Am E Am E7
And they stabbed me in the back once more

( Chorus 1 )
C G F C
Just how many times shall I forgive all their crimes
F E F G
This seventh one’s hard but they’ve told me they’re sorry
C G F C
And they want to do well but it’s so hard to tell
F E Am
If I won’t just get stabbed once again

( Verse 2 )
Am G
The LORD showed me his hands and the scars on his back
F Dm E
I was in awe…there were a lot
Am G
And all over His face, and all over the place
F Dm E
Like the beatings had never stopped
F C G
He said, remember back then, from all of your sins
C G F
They stabbed me to the core
C
And I forgave all those times
F Dm
And I called you my friend
Am E Am E7
And you lashed me with the whip once more

( Chorus 2 )
C G F C
Just how many times did I forgive all your crimes
F E F G
Even if it was hard when you told me you’re sorry
C G F C
And you asked to do well, did I send you to hell
F E Am
Or did I forgive you once again?

( Chorus 3 )
C G F C
LORD, then seven whole times or seventy times?
F C F G
He said seven times seventy may seem like it’s plenty
C G F C
For each time that they fell but if they wanna do well
F E Am
Then you’d better forgive once again
F E Am
So I went and forgave all my friends

Inner Home

In the house, there is a hallway.
Down the hallway, there is a room.
In the room, there is a dresser.
On the dresser, there is a drawer.
In the drawer, there is a box.
In the box, there is a case.
In the case, there is a heart.
In the heart, there is a diamond…
yes.
Simple, content, and whole.
In my case,
in my box,
in my drawer,
on my dresser,
in my room,
down my hallway,
I leave my house,
wearing only my broken heart.

Levi’s Song (Joined in Love)

Joined in love, you have moved our hearts
You lightly touched the earth, yet we’re changed forever.
Joined in love, changed from above
A miracle has touched our hearts, and now we’re free to love.

Through tears and sorrow you left us too soon
Our hearts were broken, yet you brought us together again.

Joined in love, a tiny heart beats
We hear the echoes loud, we hear heaven’s sound.
Joined in love, with hope from above
New life resounds knowing our miracle has come.

You are our miracle, our line in the sand
We may not understand
Our Faith will stand.

Joined in love, you have moved our hearts
You lightly touched the earth, yet we are changed forever.

Words by Jim Hysjulien, Levi’s Grandpa
Music by Cameron Hysjulien

To hear this beautiful song written in memory of a grandchild who died two days after he was born, you can contact us by emailing: webmaster@gcpower.net

A Letter To Pride

Dear Pride,

You and I have seen a lot of years together
As you know, I have such strong feelings for you
You make my heavy load a bag of feathers
You always seem to know just what I want to do

But things are changing now and we cannot go on
Your temporary fixes have been weighing me down
Every single road you lead me ends up so wrong
You run me off the path and crash us into the ground

You know how much I love you, it hurts to let you go
But I really must consider what is best for myself
Your mansion is so very beautiful, I know
But there’s more to consider in life than your wealth…

If you have any questions about our parting ways
You can find me with Humility, a friend with whom I’m staying
We’re in a modest little home, in which he often prays
So if you come by, please wait and don’t interrupt our praying.

I know this really hurts, please forgive me for this letter
Forgive me for your broken heart and turning away
But I honestly believe that all of this is for the better
I’m sure there are many other people with whom you can stay

And so this is goodbye, now let’s go our separate ways
It’s best you do not visit me or contact me at all
I must ask that we forget each other every time I pray
So please be kind and stay on your own side of the wall

Okay, I’m really going now, these are my parting words
Don’t think of me, I’ll be just fine, and even if I cry
I have new friends to comfort me, and help me to move onwards
So this is it, I’ll take my leave, and say no more—goodbye.

Sincerely, Brian

The Phone Call

“You have a phone call”

I was talking with my friend, George, when the call came.

I picked up the phone.

It was Steve.

Moments later Steve told me that Gary Mason had died.

I brushed off the words like flying birds and continued to wait for new ones…

Then I asked him what he just said.

And he repeated it.

My years with Gary appeared before me.

Then it began to come home.

The phone call was over and I looked at George.

The tears began to well up in my eyes.

But cowboys don’t cry.

George is my friend.

Gary is gone and I shall miss him.

And I am somehow more alive because of him.

I first met Gary Mason in 1994, when he and three other business partners and friends came to the Computer Place to get computers built for their new Internet service, ATNET Connections. Later, 1997, when we purchased ATNET Connections from the partners, Gary was our bookkeeper. The friendship continued long after ATNET and he was always a person of high moral and spiritual encouragement in my life.

Sometimes the Good Die Young

Stunned by the news, I turned to my friend and said, “Did you know him?”

“No, I did not,” she replied.

Without hesitation, without a plan, I spoke.

“Gary was one of the kindest, most gracious men I have ever known.”

My friend smiled and nodded, and I was surprised at the quickness of my words.

Hours later, I pondered.

Should this not be the goal of each of the living?

Oh, that upon our death, our friends would say such things about us.
That our memory would inspire others to be generous and kind.

I have pondered this thought before, and now I remember when.

It was at the end of a funeral several years ago.

The funeral of his father, Bob.

In memory of our friend, Gary Mason
January 22, 2010.

Lord of My Life

C G C F
Lord, I will love You with all of my heart
C G C
It’s the least that I can do

C G C F
Lord, I will serve You with all of my strength
C G C
It’s the least that I can do

C D G C
You have given up Your life
C D G
Died on the cross for me

C G C F
Now forgiven I realize the cost
C G C
And I give back my life to Thee

C G C F
Lord, take my time, take my talent and my gold
C G C
I give all three unto Thee
C G C F
All that I have I now give it back to you
C G C
So take them and set men free

C D G C
You have given up Your life
C D G
Died on the cross for me

C G C F
Now forgiven I realize the cost
C G C
And I give back my life to Thee

G C G C F C G C
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C D G C
You have given up Your life
C D G
Died on the cross for me

C G C F
Now forgiven I realize the cost
C G C
And I give back my life to Thee

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

Our list is very simple
Its really not that hard.
We only want one thing
Please read my Christmas card.

I lay in my bed,
While I listen to him scream.
I didn’t think of anything,
It felt all like a dream.

I fell back asleep,
after a long day of Track.
He helped me with my race,
It put a smile on my face.

Waking up again,
I looked at the clock,
It read only three.
I stumbled into the living room
To watch my dad drop to his knees.

Seven months later
Its Christmas time again.
The lights are turned on,
The stockings lay under our tree.
But you can only fill three.

Our list is very simple
There’s only one thing we want.
Its not an X-box 360
Or a play station 3,
Its something more precious,
The cost is free.

Please bring back Jason
Just for Christmas Day,
Nothing could be better
Than to listen to him say.

Merry Christmas my dad,
I love you very much.
I’m sorry I left you,
I thought it was for the best.

Please bring him back,
With a smile on his face,
And hugs to share
This is what we want On our Christmas Day.

“Dear Santa” A Poem Written by Jana Jasman last year. Appreciate what you have, and tell the people you care about that you love them and give them hugs.

About this poem…

Jason Dean Jasman, 19, was a lifetime resident of Marlin, WA. born on Jan. 21, 1989. Jason went home to the Lord in an untimely death on April 24, 2008.

His passing has left a deep void in this world to his family and friends. Jason graduated from Odessa High School on June 2, 2007. During High School, he played sports, but excelled in track and field. He ran the 4×4 relay, 4×1 relay, 200 meter and 400 meter. Jason won many ribbons, medals and awards for his achievements in track and field, and placed in both district and state. Jason loved all sports. He was the number 1 fan of the Oregon Ducks. GREEN and GOLD EVERYWHERE! However, when he was with Grandma Doris, he pretended to be a U of W fan. Jason Attended Big Bend Community College. He worked part time at Big 5 Sporting Goods store, and found time to be the assistant coach for the Odessa High School Track and Field Team. Jason left behind his father, Jerry Dean Jasman, of Marlin and his mother, Deborah Jasman of MOSES Lake, one brother, Jeremy and two sisters Jana and Jaylene, all of Marlin. He will be missed by his grandparents, Edwin and Doris Jasman of Marlin, and Robert and Sandy Donovan of Silverton, Ore. He is in the prayers of his godparents, June Jasman, in California, Julie Donovan, in Colorado, and LTC Marc Stevens in South Carolina. He is survived by aunts and uncles, June Jasman and Duke Gratiot, residing in California, Nettie and Reed Austin, residing in South Dakota and Julie Donovan residing in Colorado. He will always be remembered and loved by his cousins Jared, Heather, and Zakery Smith, and Amber, Johnny, and Alexandria Blasingame, all of California. Jason was a beloved son, grandson, brother, nephew, cousin and friend who will be missed dearly.

Lightel Family Poem

When all is said and done
God, the Father, and His Son
Will be the only one worthy of worship and praise

For when the end is upon us, and death is drawing near
The Lamb will wash us clean, and take away our fear

In Jesus’ righteousness, the promise of new life He will bring
Like the new life you see, that comes every spring

We should all long for that day, in which Jesus will take us away
To live in the city of God Most High, and restore relationship gone astray

We will bow and sign Holy, Holy, Holy, worthy is the Lamb
And great rejoicing will be heard, as Jesus sits at God’s right hand

Sonnet On The Seasons

The rustling leaves are falling brown and sear
And on the ground a heavy cover lies
This is the saddest season of the year
But peace prevails the soul ‘neath autumn skies

Old Mother Earth is wrapped in blankets white
Silent the thin white snow peaks stand aghast
And feel the moaning north wind’s chill and bite
And roar the coming of wintry blast

Dame Nature smiles when green leaves come again
When Heav’n sends changed winds, both soft and warm
Smiles many glorious days throughout the reign
And wakes the whole wide world with spring’s fresh charm
With summer’s kiss the flowers greet the sun
So go the seasons, since the world begun

By Ann Stradling Yeager