We invited friends and family to join us for a short but meaningful ceremony. Daniel chose songs that were meaningful to him, Dead Man, and pertinent, Schools Out. The poem "If" has long been a favorite of Davids and one we as a family have heard and discussed many times.
Beginning
of Wisdom Homeschool
Class
of 2015
Friday,
June 19, 2015
3
o'clock p.m.
Daniel
Weldon Gibson
Prelude Dead
Man by Wolves at the Gate
Invocation
Evelyn Bickley, Gavel Club Instructor
If
by Rudyard Kipling David Gibson
Letter
to Daniel Susan Gibson
Letter
to Daniel David Gibson
Presentation
of Diploma David & Susan Gibson
Benediction David
Gibson
Postlude Schools
Out by Alice CooperDead Man
by
Wolves at the Gate
I
was once a dead man A stranger with no home
I stood opposed to God himself And yet He pardoned me
I stood opposed to God himself And yet He pardoned me
With all my heart and the fiercest will Desired not but to thieve and kill
I hadn't a thought of peace, but war Surrender was not what I'd endure
I was a murderer filled with lies and deceit Faced with my list of crimes that I would always repeat
Deliver
me! Wake me up from this damning sleep
I'm
surrendering! Pull me out from this wickedness In this thieving heart
of stone
I
realized all these sins I could not atone
I
was a murderer filled with lies and deceit
Faced with my list of crimes that I would always repeat
Faced with my list of crimes that I would always repeat
I was once a dead man A stranger with no home
I stood opposed to God himself And yet He pardoned me
So just at the right time when we were dead in our sins
You
took this heart of mine and gave me life again
You
gave me life again This is where I begin
So far apart and a debt to fulfill This purchase bought on redemption's hill
An ailing disease I couldn't cure Oh this grace! How rich and pure!
Abide in me, my God! I am found in You Pardon me, my God! You know my deepest thoughts
Deliver me from sin! I am made anew
I'm surrendering this heart! For which your blood it bought
The mob they yelled and screamed for justice That wrath was ours we are to blame
You made a spectacle of rulers Denying You of a king's fame
Having crushed the written cannon That wrote of all our guilt and shame
Displayed upon the tree it was nailed The saving power of Your name
For I was once a dead man
A stranger with no home
You saw this wretch
And You gave him life
Forever I'll praise You!
I will praise You!
IF
by
Rudyard Kipling
IF
you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! |
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