I’m Gonna Lasso Santa Claus
I’m gonna lasso Santa Claus
And I know just why because
I’m gonna pull, pull, pull, on his beard
Pull, pull, to see if it’s real
I’m gonna lasso Santa Claus
And I know just why because
I’m gonna pull, pull, pull, on his beard
Pull, pull, to see if it’s real
I have created a legacy. I am famous, but for what? When we have left the stage of life, what will others say of our performance?
I will admit that it is not easy to avoid playing favorites.
I am absolutely certain there was not one instance where my sister was getting in trouble and I volunteered to take her place.
Does our heart beat for what breaks His?
The problem with good times is that we think we deserve them, or that we have done something to deserve them.
I think everything is OK. Everything seems still, then in one reckless moment that tongue is jumping out of my mouth to inflict its venom.
“Sir,” the woman said, “you must be a prophet. So tell me, why is it that you Jews insist that Jerusalem is the only place of worship, while we Samaritans claim it is here at Mount Gerizim, where our ancestors worshiped?” (John 4:19-20) Read: Deuteronomy 31:30 – 32:52, Psalm 90 Relate: Questions. Sometimes our questions might be big. Sometimes they might…