Stop & Listen

On January 27, 2008, Fr.Unuigbe opened our Annual Meeting with a  song". There's a sweet spirit in this place and prayer. There was indeed a sweet spirit in the place.We thank all persons who ran for the Vestry and all who accepted positions as delegates.

 Church!!!STOP and LISTEN! Can't you hear those who have gone before, cheering us on??

Remember they gave us a solid foundation upon which to build, therefore ,each of us must do our best to continue  To each member, if you havean idea(s) which you would like to develop and execute to help our church to 'grow in Christ' and to bring others to Christ, please let us know.  See Fr.Augustine, Fr Ifeanyi, or me.

Let's really think about the words of the following poem, which was written by James Weldon Johnson

(1871-1938) and set to music by his brother, J, Rosamond Johnson: 

Lift every voice and sing

Till Earth and heaven ring

Ring with the harmonies of Liberty: Let our rejoicing rise

High as the listening skies,

Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us, sing a song full of the sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us, Facing the rising sun of our new day begun

Let us march on till victory is won.

 Stony the road we trod,

Bitter the chastening rod,

Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;

Yet with a steady beat,

Have not our weary feet

Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,

We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,

Out from the gloomy past,

Till now we stand at last

Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

 God of our weary years,

God of our silent tears,

Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;

Thou who has by thy might

Led us into the light,

Keep us forever in the path, we pray.

LEst our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,

Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget thee;

Shadowed beneath Thy hand,

May we forever stand. 

True to our God. True to our native land.*

Amen,

Gwen

1/31/08-*From The Poetry Of The Negro 1746-1949; edited by Langston Hughes and Arna Bontemps-1949