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🎶 The Story Behind “Jesus Loves the Little Children & Tramp, Tramp, Tramp”. 🎶

HOST CONTACT: Don Mast  Link Tree To All My Sites: ⁠⁠https://linktr.ee/aguywithbooks ⁠⁠ [https://linktr.ee/aguywithbooks] Email me: - ⁠⁠donaldmast@gmail.com ⁠ [//donaldmast@gmail.com ] If you have never heard the verses of “Jesus Loves the Little Children,” you are really missing out. They are wonderful, but never sung. I could not find the song that contained all of them, but here are the full lyrics: Jesus calls the children dear, “Come to me and never fear, For I love the little children of the world; I will take you by the hand, Lead you to the better land, For I love the little children of the world.” Jesus is the Shepherd true, And He’ll always stand by you, For He loves the little children of the world; He’s a Savior great and strong, And He’ll shield you from the wrong, For He loves the little children of the world. I am coming, Lord, to Thee, And Your soldier I will be, For You love the little children of the world; And Your cross I’ll always bear, And for You I’ll do and dare, For You love the little children of the world. Jesus loves the little children, All the children of the world. Red and yellow, black and white, All are precious in His sight, Jesus loves the little children of the world.

🎶 The Story Behind “It Is Well With My Soul”. 🎶

HOST CONTACT: Don Mast  Link Tree To All My Sites: ⁠https://linktr.ee/aguywithbooks ⁠ [https://linktr.ee/aguywithbooks] Email me: - ⁠donaldmast@gmail.com  [//donaldmast@gmail.com ] It Is Well With My Soul Lyrics: When peace like a river, attendeth my way When sorrows like sea billows roll Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say It is well, it is well, with my soulIt is well With my soul It is well, it is well with my soulThough Satan should buffet, though trials should come Let this blest assurance control That Christ has regarded my helpless estate And hath shed His own blood for my soulIt is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul) It is well, it is well with my soulMy sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, o my soul!It is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul) It is well, it is well with my soulIt is well (it is well) With my soul (with my soul) It is well, it is well with my soul.

🔔 Christmas Bells - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ✍️

Sponsored by my favorite tea, Oliver Pluff & Company. www.oliverpluff.com [https://oliverpluff.com/].  Sponsored by the best history website on the planet, www.TheHistoryList.com [https://www.thehistorylist.com/].   - HOST CONTACT: Don Mast  Link Tree To All My Sites: https://linktr.ee/aguywithbooks  [https://linktr.ee/aguywithbooks] Email me: - donaldmast@gmail.com  [//donaldmast@gmail.com ] -  A Christmas story…  On Christmas Day in 1863, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow continued to grieve the death of his beloved second wife Fannie who had died two years prior when her housedress caught fire. Longfellow himself tried to extinguish those flames with his own body but Fannie did not survive the accident. During the subsequent two years, Henry's oldest son would enlist in the Union army to fight in the Civil War. On December 1 of that year, Henry would receive a telegram that his son had been shot during a battle of the Mine Run campaign. The location of the exit wound from the bullet would put his son at risk of being paralyzed. This father of six, now widowed, worried for the future of his children, all while cannons thundered in the south, captured his feelings as he heard the bells that Christmas day in his poem titled, 'Christmas Bells'. Yesterday as we sang this poem (now song) in our church congregation, I felt as though I could relate a little more to Longfellow and his feelings of despair that were overcome with hope by what he chose to listen to. He chose amidst the grief, amidst the cannons, amidst the fighting and hate to listen to the bells of hope. Those bells would breathe peace into his life just as they have into mine. I include below the words to the entire poem with verses that are not included in the song. They paint the beautiful picture of a man who found his hope as he bowed his head and listened more intently to his maker. "Then pealed the bells more loud and deep, God is not dead, nor doth He sleeps!" I know that bowing our heads is the first step toward hope and peace in our lives.  -  I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!  -  And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!  -  Till ringing, singing on its way, The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, A chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men!  -  Then from each black, accursed mouth, The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound, The carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men!  -  It was as if an earthquake rent The hearth-stones of a continent, And made forlorn The households born Of peace on earth, good-will to men!  - And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"  - Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men."  -  The song for this episode is from Burl Ives, 1965 https://youtu.be/2nk77EOgapg [https://youtu.be/2nk77EOgapg]

🤔 The Truth About The Song "Yankee Doodle"🎵

Discover the history behind the song "Yankee Doodle."  Sponsored by my favorite tea, Oliver Pluff & Company. https://www.oliverpluff.com/ [https://www.oliverpluff.com/]. HOST CONTACT: Don Mast  Link Tree To All My Sites: https://linktr.ee/aguywithbooks [https://linktr.ee/aguywithbooks] Email me: - donaldmast@gmail.com [https://donaldmast@gmail.com/] Audio Song: Yankee Doodle by Robert Shaw; The Robert Shaw Chorale The full version of the song as it is known today: Yankee Doodle went to town A-riding on a pony, Stuck a feather in his cap And called it macaroni. [Chorus] Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy, Mind the music and the step, And with the girls be handy. Father and I went down to camp, Along with Captain Gooding,[a] And there we saw the men and boys As thick as hasty pudding. [Chorus] And there we saw a thousand men As rich as Squire David, And what they wasted every day, I wish it could be savèd. [Chorus] The 'lasses they eat every day, Would keep a house a winter; They have so much, that I'll be bound, They eat it when they've a mind to. [Chorus] And there I see a swamping[b] gun Large as a log of maple, Upon a deuced little cart, A load for father's cattle. [Chorus] And every time they shoot it off, It takes a horn of powder, And makes a noise like father's gun, Only a nation[c] louder. [Chorus] I went as nigh to one myself As 'Siah's underpinning; And father went as nigh again, I thought the deuce was in him. [Chorus] Cousin Simon grew so bold, I thought he would have cocked it; It scared me so I shrinked it off And hung by father's pocket. [Chorus] And Cap'n Davis had a gun, He kind of clapt his hand on't And stuck a crooked stabbing iron Upon the little end on't [Chorus] And there I see a pumpkin shell As big as mother's basin, And every time they touched it off They scampered like the nation. [Chorus] I see a little barrel too, The heads were made of leather; They knocked on it with little clubs And called the folks together. [Chorus] And there was Cap'n Washington, And gentle folks about him; They say he's grown so 'tarnal proud He will not ride without 'em. [Chorus] He got him on his meeting clothes, Upon a slapping stallion; He sat the world along in rows, In hundreds and in millions. [Chorus] The flaming ribbons in his hat, They looked so tearing fine, ah, I wanted dreadfully to get To give to my Jemima. [Chorus] I see another snarl of men A-digging graves, they told me, So 'tarnal long, so 'tarnal deep, They 'tended they should hold me. [Chorus] It scared me so, I hooked it off, Nor stopped, as I remember, Nor turned about till I got home, Locked up in mother's chamber. [Chorus]

⚰️Who Is buried In John Hancock's Grave?

Boston is full of great history, Revolutionary War heroes, and legends. John Hancock, who is best known for his elaborate signature on the Declaration of Independence, died in 1793 at the relatively young age of 56. What happened to his body? ⚰️ Sponsored by my favorite tea, Oliver Pluff & Company. https://www.oliverpluff.com/ [https://www.oliverpluff.com/].  **I'm Sorry For The Poor Audio. As you know, I'm recording from home due to the pandemic. There was a large tree being removed from our neighbor's yard. The mic picked up every sound.  Special Thanks to Spare Change News and the story written by Peter Muise. HOST CONTACT: Don Mast - donaldmast@gmail.com [https://donaldmast@gmail.com/] Link Tree To All My Sites: https://linktr.ee/aguywithbooks [https://linktr.ee/aguywithbooks]