it was all good ..!!!

Wonderful story of love Tell it to me again....   Wonderful story of love; Though you are far away; Wonderful story of love; Still He doth call today; Calling from Calvary's mountain, Down from the crystal bright fountain, E'en from the dawn of creation,  Wonderful story of love !!!!   HEAR IT HERE (dont forget to turn up you speakers)   How could a star studded scientist Who spends his days observing, measuring and experimenting in the real physical world Become such a sucker for pictures and stories And song ? …who knows  !@!   Such am I. Started high school in the B stream Promoted in the first few months to the A stream… Wrongfully I might add…by the educational establishment…. 4 Science one….nuts…what a travesty !!!   So anyway, I do believe, in the absence of  bar-mitzvahs and Such the like…high school must have been my "rights of passage event"   I am not too sure when I started to realize that I was being socialized Or brainwashed as the dread would say….but it was all good ...today I am still not quite the gentleman that my principal Mr Donald Bogle was Trying for but I must be still headed in that direction….well enough about The sordid past !!!....   My dear friend and mentor Mister R "cracker barrel" McCrumbs Who was also an integral part of my 'rite of passage event' taught me The song:   Lord Jesus Christ we seek Thy face Within the veil we bend the knee O let Thy glory fill this place and bless us While we wait on Thee…   PWEREFUL !!! it all came gushing back this morning on my way to work I am facing some incredibly perilous times on the job….I cannot afford to Show up at work 'unprepared'….   I shall not fear the battle If Thou art by my side Nor wander from the pathway If  Thou wilt be my guide !!!!   …but this topped it all….this must really be the ultimate 'rite of passage song' Sydney Morris was at the piano in the big assembly hall, Mister Bogle had just Said good morning to the school…(in person not over the PA)….the Hymn was Announced ….all boys had taken their hymn books out of their back pockets or Wherever….the prefects were standing by the doors keeping their eternal vigil for Talkers and other miscreants to fill the quotas for the after school detention rooms… Now the teachers have stood up and Mister Sydney "the lippy" Morris was just tinkling out the last of the introduction….tinkling the ivories…that is…(sorry I talk too much) Playing the piano… ....Today this is the song that came back and is going to keep me….   He who would valiant be gainst all disaster Let him in constancy follow the master There's no discouragement to make him once relent His first avowed intent To be a pilgrim   Whoso beset him round with dismal stories They doth themselves confound His strength the more is No foe can stay his might Though he with giants fight He will make good his right To be a pilgram   Even so dear Lord defend Us with Thy Spirit We know that in the end Life we'll inherit Then fancies flee away I'll fear not what men say I'll labor night and day To be a pilgrim