To a Mouse

by Robert Burns

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murdering pattle.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
An' fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't.

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's win's ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.

That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou's turned out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld.

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou are blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!

There She Goes

by Lee Mavers

There she goes
There she goes again
Racing through my brain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains

There she blows
There she blows again
Pulsing through my vein
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains

There she goes
There she goes again
She calls my name, pulls my train
No one else could heal my pain
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains

There she goes
There she goes again
Chasing down my lane
And I just can't contain
This feeling that remains

Sola Gratia

by James Montgomery Boice

I once was rebellious, corrupted by sin
Pursuing the devil's dark path
Oblivious, dead to the state I was in
An object of God's dreadful wrath

But God who is rich in compassion and love
Not leaving my soul to the grave
Has given me life; born again from above
By God's sov'reign grace I've been saved

God lifted me up to the heavenly realms
Where seated with Christ I am free
In ages to come he will show me more grace
So great is his kindess to me

Since grace is the source of the life that is mine
And faith is a gift from on high
I'll boast in my Savior, all merit decline
And glorify God 'til I die

Yet now I am living with work to be done
For I am God's workmanship too
Created in Christ with a race to run
Which God has ordained me to do

A Winter's Tale

by Freddie Mercury

It's Winterfall
Red skies are gleaming
Seagulls are flying over
Swans are floating by
Smoking chimney tops
Am I dreaming?
Am I dreaming?

The nights draw in
There's a silky moon up in the sky
Children are fantasizing
Grown-ups are standing by
What a super feeling
Am I dreaming?
Am I dreaming?

So quiet and peaceful
Tranquil and blissful
There's a kind of magic in the air
What a truly magnificient view
A breathtaking scene
With the dreams of the world
In the palm of your hand

A cozy fireside chat
A little this, a little that
Sound of merry laughter skipping by
Gentle rain beating on my face
What an extraordinary place
And the dream of the child
Is the hope of the hope of the man

It's all so beautiful
Like a landscape painting in the sky
Mountains are zooming higher
Little girls scream and cry
My world is spinning and spinning and spinning
It's unbelievable
Sends me reeling
Am I dreaming?
Am I dreaming?

It's bliss

So You Think You're in Love

by Robyn Hitchcock

So you think you're in love
Yes, you probably are
But you want to be straight about it

Can you imagine what the people say?
But the silent majority
Is the crime of the century
You know it

Are you sure that it's wise?
No, you probably ain't
You don't want to be faint about it

By the look in your eyes
No, you probably ain't
But you shouldn't be faint about it

What is love made of?
Nobody knows
What are you afraid of?
Everyone knows
It's love

Thank You Friends

by Alex Chilton

Thank you, friends
Wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you
I'm so grateful
For all the things you helped me do

All the ladies and gentlemen
Who made this all so probable

Thank you, friends
I rejoice to the skies
Dear ones like you do the best I do
As far as can see my eyes

All the ladies and gentlemen
Who made this all so probable

Without my friends I got chaos
I'm often a bead of light
Without my friends I'd be swept up high
By the wind

O Lord, Our Father, Thanks to Thee

by Cyr­i­a­cus Schnee­gass
Trans. by August Crull

O Lord, our Father, thanks to Thee
In this new year we render,
For every evil had to flee
Before Thee, our Defender.
Our life was nourished, we were fed
With rich supplies of daily bread,
And peace reigned in our borders.

Lord Jesus Christ, our thanks to Thee
In this new year we render;
Thy reign hath kept Thy people free,
Hath shown Thy mercies tender.
Thou hast redeemed us with Thy blood,
Thou art our Joy, our only Good,
In life and death our Savior.

Lord Holy Ghost, our thanks to Thee
In this new year we render,
For Thou hast led our eyes to see
Thy truth in all its splendor
And thus enkindled from above
Within our hearts true faith and love
And other Christian virtues.

Our faithful God, we cry to Thee:
Still bless us with Thy favor,
Blot out all our iniquity,
And hide our sins forever.
Grant us a happy, good new year
And, when the hour of death draws near,
A peaceful, blest departure.