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• *Amazing Grace (My Chains Are Gone)*
  by bamagirl38

  Look a flood his mercy reigns…...... UNENDING LOVE AMAZING GRACE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...

  Look a flood his mercy reigns…...... UNENDING LOVE AMAZING GRACE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My chains are gone, Ive been set free…......... MY GOD MY SAVIOR HAS RANSOMED ME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Amazing Grace (My Chains Are Gone)” Amazing grace / How sweet the sound / That saved a wretch like me / I once was lost, but now I’m found / Was blind, but now I see / ‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear / And grace my fears relieved / How precious did that grace appear / The hour I first believed / My chains are gone / I’ve been set free / My God, my Savior has ransomed me / And like a flood His mercy rains / Unending love, Amazing grace The Lord has promised good to me / His word my hope secures / He will my shield and portion be / As long as life endures The earth shall soon dissolve like snow / The sun forbear to shine / But God, Who called me here below / Will be forever mine / Will be forever mine / You are forever mine / Recorded By : Chris Tomlin

• Thank you so much for the feature !!!!!!!!
  by bamagirl38

  I would like to take this time to thank The Living Christianity Group for featuring my piece Amazing Grace. It is greatly appreciated !...

  I would like to take this time to thank The Living Christianity Group for featuring my piece Amazing Grace. It is greatly appreciated !!!! Thank you ! Bonita

• Thank you for featuring my work Alexia and Jerame
  by amarica

  Thank you Alexia and Jerame for featuring God’s Abiding Grace ...

  Thank you Alexia and Jerame for featuring God’s Abiding Grace in the Everyday Women Group

• 'whomsoever says that love isn't blind has never poked themselves in the eye with their erection'
  by pauldrobertson

  the secret art of mopping the floor / Journal Entry: Sun Aug 12, 2007, 3:26 AM / OK i know the title is a bit well overtly romantic…but…

  the secret art of mopping the floor / Journal Entry: Sun Aug 12, 2007, 3:26 AM / OK i know the title is a bit well overtly romantic…but you try coming up with 300 different names for paintings that fit the imnages they represent reasonably well. I suppose this can only get worse as I get older, and to be honest I resort to going through all the songs on my computer and trying to find something that is cool, then changing it a bit. / More ranting… have been doing an awful lot of late. If you are really keen on the Catholic Church or are easily upset by profanity, I advise you NOT to read on. More ranting… have been doing an awful lot of late. If you are really keen on the Catholic Church or are easily upset by profanity, I advise you NOT to read on. 2.00 am on a saturnsday morning. Saturn, of course, being the roman god of the hearth but more specifically Cronos, from whom he was adopted, chief of the titans before they were overthrown by the gods. It was foretold that one day his children would kill him, so naturally he ate them all whole, but his wife Rhea (the original earth goddess, prior to Gaia, also Greek) fed him a stone wrapped in swaddling clothes and Zeus was raised by the centaur Chiron on far away Crete. Until he was fully grown, at which point he fed his father a potion to make him vomit up his brothers – Poseidon and Hades. There was a war between titans and gods… the gods won and the sea was given to Poseidon, the sky to Zeus, and the underworld to Hades. Then it gets complicated, but anyway that’s why we have Saturday. He was also considered a god specifically of corn so we should all eat our corn flakes on the weekend. / Though I think Cronosday would be better since the Greeks came up with it not the Romans. / Gentle light and soft chords in the night. I hereby celebrate Cronosday by eating a clonazepam. Also the feast of Saturnalia was held um lessee EXACTLY AT CHRISTMAS TIME. Which was settled on as Christ’s birth 450 years AD. I can’t imagine such a time. Such chaos and devotion, idea after idea held to the point of death, of torture, by so very, very many. The martyr’s courage does not lose its sadness nor power because I do not believe in its cause. It gains pathos, but it becomes something so exceptionally, harshly sad. From Christ’s first sacrifice. So sad. Peter crucified upside down as he felt unworthy to emulate Christ. Paul offering his neck to the sword. James the great beheaded at the same time as his recanting accuser, offering the cups of their blood and skulls to the lord. I hate this I hate to make this comparison. It is NOT a comparison but it runs lines similar sleek with pain and luminous with symbology to the point of swelling my mind with twists and flinches at the thought of such violence. Remember 1984? The book; Orwell, not the year with the ra ra skirts and torn stonewash and mullets and the school beatings. No, Orwell, who had typed out the last words of the novel in a shack in the far Hebrides without power or hot water in the freezing winter while he slid and coughed and hacked and typed and died from pneumonia. / There was a scene. I shall never forget. I shall NEVER FORGET. After torture, true torture, absolute and requisite with blood and personalised horrors… Winston Smith is asked what two plus two is. He answers “four” and is tortured. He is asked again. He answers “five” and is tortured and tortured. He tries many combinations of numbers to escape his fear; his real pain. The torture continues, is intensified. Winston Smith is beginning to lose his mind. / Finally when asked what two plus two equals, he screams out “WHATEVER YOU WANT IT TO BE”. And he is free.

• love
  by navybrat

  love… / lost… / found… ecstatic.. / depression.. / buzz around… live… / stumble… / rise… trials… / heartaches… / demis…

  love… / lost… / found… ecstatic.. / depression.. / buzz around… live… / stumble… / rise… trials… / heartaches… / demise… art.. / express… / explore… passion… / limits… / inner core…! /

• Please let me grow old with grace!
  by Joyce Dickens, IPA

  As I grow older, I hope and pray that I can do so with grace; I see so many elderly folks in my part of the country and they are so angry…

  As I grow older, I hope and pray that I can do so with grace; I see so many elderly folks in my part of the country and they are so angry appearing; God grant me the power to grow old gracefuly and with dignity!

• Elephants like Green Tea
  by Karin Taylor

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  Hi, I bet you didn’t know that!!! / A word of caution, if you have a pet elephant don’t try it…..as I’m just trickin’!!!! / I just said that because my bubbly friend georgiegirl who does gorgeous gorgeous arty farty stuff (which you should check out…i love her gorgeous birdy drawing in particular) and she takes great pix too….also, her mum is a bubbler too, wow, fancy that!!!!!! if you go to georgiegirls bubble, you can get to her mum’s bubble from the link she’s provided (deep breath) just bought two of my cards!!!!!!! *Thank you so much georgiegirl i hope you enjoy these :D / Asha / Little Green Teapot

• Sale: (#48790)‏ Thank you Silvia Manuela!
  by jegustavsen

  Thank you http://www.redbubble.com/people/silvizee for purchasing the card: !http://images-0.redbubble.net/img/art/size:large/view:mai…

  Thank you http://www.redbubble.com/people/silvizee for purchasing the card: I am honored and very appreciative for your time and support! Jeanne

• Teaching Grace
  by BenjiBWB

  It was the perfect evening to be outside: a summer sunset of purples and pinks colour wet lawns where sprinklers keep beat. The crickets …

  It was the perfect evening to be outside: a summer sunset of purples and pinks colour wet lawns where sprinklers keep beat. The crickets stop chirping briefly as Sam and Grace walk up the concrete path hand in hand to her house. ‘You’re cute when you worry’ teased Grace. Sam was unknowingly squeezing his girlfriend’s hand tighter. He was dreading this moment, but not because he had not seen his school principal for 7 years. Feeling his mobile vibrate he has a message but ignores it. ‘So…’ said Grace swinging Sam’s hand back and forth trying to loosen his grip. ‘So…’ he replied disinterested in her comment, he spots 3 garden gnomes on the veranda. They are doing the ‘See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil’ pose; two of them have been put in compromising positions with the third gnome covering his mouth looking on in shock. ‘Mum, Dad I’m home!’ Grace sings announcing their arrival. They both were expecting a greeting as the smell of roast filled the air, but instead they have entered a family dinner in progress. Around the kitchen table is Grace’s father: Principal Buddle, Grace’s mum: Mrs Buddle and her younger sister: Kate Buddle. The trio stop chewing, cutting, drinking, talking and look straight at Sam. Mrs Buddle springs up and starts clearing space for the young couple. ‘I didn’t think you were coming, you didn’t call us, you didn’t answer you’re phone, you’re Mother rang you at least 10 times’ said an annoyed Principal Buddle. Mrs Buddle hastily moves more plates around ‘Kate has got exams you know, she needs to study tonight’. Kate looks down at her pumpkin and peas and makes a face of disgust at the thought of more study. Mrs Buddle serves the roast chicken to the new visitors, smothers the potatoes in gravy, pours lime cordial then tells them to sit down. Sam looks at the Principal slumped over his meal and recalled a time when he was menacing and authoritative. He remembered many times being called into the Principal’s office which meant he was going to be yelled at. The last time the Principal yelled was for a 3 week suspension after getting stoned and breaking into the school canteen. To keep his mind off the yelling Sam would read to himself a poster on the back wall. ‘Samuel Fox!’ Principal Buddle boomed from his office chair. ‘Are you going to be a pot-head for the rest of your life or are you going to be somebody, anybody?’ Blocking out the yelling he reads the poster: ‘Science Degree…Manchester University…Awarded on this day to Robert Buddle…’ The vibration of his phone in his pocket brings Sam back to the dinner table ‘Very nice to meet you again Principal Buddle’ he said trying to sound sober. Kate laughs ‘Principal Buddle, good one’. The Principal looks at his daughter’s boyfriend and swallows his dry potato. ‘There is no need to call me that’ he pauses then stabs the next dry potato with his fork. ‘Sam’s been real good to me’ Grace said rubbing his back ‘And I am sorry we’re late, it’s my fault. Had to work. Been real busy at Stevie Jay’s. Real busy.’ ‘It’s called Steven Jays Marketing’ announced her Mum proudly, ‘I don’t like you calling it that Grace, it sounds inappropriate’. ‘Inappropriate?’ Kate smirked before adding ‘You said Stevie Jays sounded like a brothel’ Everyone ignores Kate’s comment. ‘You’re in Marketing, Grace. You have to give it the credit it deserves. If you say Stevie Jay’s people don’t know what you are talking about. Is that not right Sam?’ Mrs Buddle asks him. Grace looks uncomfortably at him. ‘Well, to tell you the truth Mrs Buddle’ Sam said ‘you should never lie about where you work and what you do. No matter what that job is whether it be a manager at Steven Jays Marketing or say, I don’t know like just a secretary at Steven Jays Marketing for minimum wage.’ Sam pauses then copies Mrs Buddle with ‘Is that not right Grace?’ The Principal glared at Sam then his daughter. ‘I don’t think it matters either’ started Kate concentrating on her current mission of cutting her meat, its drier than the potatoes ‘I figured we have a seven day week and you have to work for five of them so you might as well do something you enjoy, not something that merely sounds good or pays well. I mean everyone goes on about my exams but it’s not the end of the world if I fail is it, as long as I find a job I enjoy for five days of the week, right?’ The silence was an answer of contest from the Principal and Mrs Buddle. Sam however, feels compelled to agree. ‘Here, here’ he chanted. ‘Who are you kidding’ Principal Buddle states calmly to Sam, he turns to his youngest daughter ‘Kate, Grace was dux of her year at St. Mary’s and that gave her the opportunity to pursue anything she wanted. And we backed her for any choices she made’. ‘Robert’ Mrs Buddle warned. ‘What?’ the Principal argues ‘I am merely letting Kate know that Grace could have chosen any job she would have loved for the five days of the week. She didn’t have to be a lawyer or a Doctor; she could have been a teacher, a policewoman, anything. But guess what she did wrong?’ ‘Dad’ a defiant Grace said, she did not want this conversation to go any further ‘what I did wrong was let you push me too hard to be what you wanted me to be, not me’. Principal Buddle wasn’t finished ‘She gives up her studies, blames us for pushing her too hard and now decides to destroy herself by being a nobody while dating druggy boys like this loser…’ ‘Hey!’ protested Sam ‘And now she has got a shitty job as a secretary which she hates. And you know what the saddest part is?’ The Principal wasn’t looking for an answer ‘the saddest part is she is ruining her life but can’t even see it because she’s too busy getting high’. ‘What?’ Kate muffled her mouth full of chicken and gravy. Sam sat in disbelief, wishing he could slide under the table and slither out of the room. Mrs Buddle looked down in silence. Grace sits red faced but not beaten. ‘You ruined my life Dad; do you know how much I got teased at school because of you?’ The vibration of Sam’s mobile reminds him he has that message. ‘Grace, you think you’re doing this to get back at me because I was The Principal who ruined your life?’ he is not angry anymore but disappointed ‘But the sad truth is you’ll look back on all this and realise you did it to yourself’. Grace started to sob, her dad had made his point but she always did this when he confronted her. As Principal Buddle got up from his chair, Sam could still see the authoritative and menacing Principal from his high-school days. The Principal, looking at his lost little girl’s bloodshot eyes realises her downfall is gaining momentum ‘And you couldn’t even come to dinner tonight without getting stoned’. He had wasted so much energy trying to get through to her, but there was so much more he wanted to unleash. For the moment all he could do was let out a sigh and leave the room. The silence was awkward. ‘I have study to do’ said Kate dragging her chair back she quickly left the room. ‘You’re father can’t help himself’ Mrs Buddle gritted through her teeth ‘he gets all angry like this then stews for while.’ She paused briefly ‘He is trying to help you Grace. He, we just want you to stop making these bad choices’ Mrs Buddle hoped her husband got through to her this time, at least Kate might not make the same mistakes. ‘Yeah, I know’ Grace added wiping her face ‘but Dad doesn’t have to be such a prick about it’. Sam and Grace go outside to the front veranda, the crickets and sprinklers have finished their symphony, the purple and pink sky has been replaced with summer twilight, but the three gnomes are still in their threesome. Sam snaps open his phone and reads the text message. ‘Not tonight’ warns Grace knowing what the contents are. As the young adults walk the cemented path back to their world, Grace promises herself and her Dad she is going to change, Sam reaches for her hand and whispers ‘I love you just the way you are’.

• As per Melodious
  by Jason Laderoute

  by Grace Hartigan: / “I cannot expect my own art to provide all of the answers – only to hope that it keeps asking the right questions.”

  by Grace Hartigan: / “I cannot expect my own art to provide all of the answers – only to hope that it keeps asking the right questions.”

• "Courage UP" ta chaplain th' soule o' men
  by Thomas Josiah Chappelle

  Awesome responsibility for anyone with feet of clay (James 3:1) If i dare to “courage up” and wear this “mantel”, may I never look to m…

  Awesome responsibility for anyone with feet of clay (James 3:1) If i dare to “courage up” and wear this “mantel”, may I never look to myself for the sufficiency to fulfill this “office” – it just ain’t there. “If it be truly the role o’ one who wad dain ta serve the grace of God upon his patrons, then it ta be frome th’ Divine Hissef

• New T-Shirt Designs
  by Tony Xanadu

  Yes indeed my friends, there are now 14 mighty Tony Xanadu t-shirts that you can grace your buff body with. These fantastic t-shirts w…

  Yes indeed my friends, there are now 14 mighty Tony Xanadu t-shirts that you can grace your buff body with. These fantastic t-shirts were designed by myself, Tony Xanadu. And I say to you this, that if you wear them you will be at least 670% buffer and stronger. / Keep up the buff my friends. - Tony Xanadu

• Having my business cards desinsd.(Point O Grace Photography)
  by candy

  I have decided to finely go for it an stop talking about it. I am starting my photograph business. I figured if I don’t strat it it wont …

  I have decided to finely go for it an stop talking about it. I am starting my photograph business. I figured if I don’t strat it it wont start on it own. I will post a picture my card when I get them. They are going to be beautyfull. / They will be in pastel colors with a rainbow efect with two hands together letting a dove fly out of them. I can’t wait to see how they will look. / I did not know what to call it and the Lord put it in my head. / There is also a contempery christan group called this and I love there older music.I hope they wont mind but that is what was put in my head. / I am so excited.

• Goodbye to Grace
  by truckgirl71

  I felt your heart beat next to mine, and the softness of your breath. / Who knew that life could change so much from a newborn child’...

  I felt your heart beat next to mine, and the softness of your breath. / Who knew that life could change so much from a newborn child’s death. / I held you in my arms, not a word not a sound. / I saw the life in you, and nothing else around. / I watched you like an angel drift and float away. / I felt the pain that God caused as he took you on that day. / I felt your heart stop beating, as I watched your chest. / I held you closer to me, right against my breast. / I pray that this was a nightmare, but it continues on and on. / I watched as the life was taken from my very precious born. / Life goes on no matter what, through sadness and the pain. / But for you, my baby grace, your life was not in vain.