Sunday, May 13, 2012

I Have A Goodly Heritage

#1 on my list of 'difficult songs' to sing is "I Have A Goodly Heritage". I tune in to Baptist Radio Network via Live 365 and this song has always been in their playlist. I felt the love from the very first time I heard it. I looked for a sheet music or chords, but there was none. Instead, I stumbled on this blog and the actual song-writer commented. Leah Sandlin wrote the song in honor of her godly parents.

This song has touched so many families and sang in various congregations. Been so blessed by the song.





I may not have riches as some others may
But I have a mother who knows how to pray
There may be some things I've missed in my youth
But I have a father who stands for the truth

I have a good-ly heritage
I'm blessed with things you can'-t see
I _ have a goodly heritage
And that is worth far more _ to me

And if in the future, my parents pass on,
To dwell in that City we've come to call Home
They may not leave me the wealth of this world
But I will inherit their God and His Word

I have a good-ly heritage
I'm blessed with things you can'-t see
I _ have a goodly heritage
And that is worth far more _ to me

Saturday, May 5, 2012

For Mama



You were up before the roosters do to prepare breakfast for us. I never find this special until I saw my classmates buy snacks instead.

You preferred washing our clothes with your bare hands to give maximum care to our delicates although papa bought you the best washing machine then. I never realized that this was noble until I was breathless and exhausted washing boyet's big shirt... I'll never try it again :-P

You watched cooking shows when we're young and always tried different dishes for us. I never thought this was fun until I ate the same thing every week.

You don't send us to school without a cute ponytail. I never thought this was good grooming until I do masterpieces on Bea each day.

You made sure we were clean and washed us before bedtime. I never knew this was hygienic until that old rat bit me on my toe.

You gave unending reminders on the things that were so elementary. I've always thought this was annoying until I forgot my umbrella somewhere.

You told me that Boyet was the only person who can stand my tantrums and mood swings. Thank God I listened to you.

You taught me how to cook Sinigang and Pork Steak, I reluctantly obeyed; pots are always empty when I serve them to my family.

You held on to our wrists so tight when crossing the street, the blood could hardly pass through the veins. I thought this was exaggerated when I almost lost Bea.

You cried every time papa uses his belt to discipline us. I yell when Boyet does this to Bea and Hans (bad, I know!)

You preferred to look after us than be anywhere else without us. I never thought this was loving until I left work for my Bea and Hans.

Your world stopped to attend Recognition Days and made sure you hang those medals on our necks. I never thought this was sweet until I see recipients with noone to accept the award with them.

It was you who taught me how to write good letters. It was you who patiently taught Sarah and I how to sing for the Lord. It was you who taught me the 66 books of the bible.

You know when we're in pain even if we kept our silence. You know when we're hungry and tired.

I appreciate you now that I am in your shoes. I left work for my Bea & Hans. I hope and pray that I can be more like you each day.

I love you Ma. Loida Isip dela Pena, my Mama. Happy Mothers' Day!




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