Notices 7 February 2021

LEXDEN METHODIST CHURCH

Notices for Week Commencing 7th February 2021

How good it is to sing praises to our God. Psalm 147 v 1

PRAYER

Prayer Requests – Please pray for the hospital chaplaincy team who have remained on the front line throughout the Covid pandemic.

Please pray for our empty Church Buildings and for our Circuit Ministers Rev Joe Adams, Rev Ken Chalmers and Rev Alan Jenkins.

Continue to pray for all others who are in any way troubled, lonely, unwell or bereaved and anyone else who needs our prayers.

NOTICES

Covenant Service at The Ark. Rev Ken Chalmers will be leading worship on Zoom from 6.15pm on Sunday 7th February. The service will begin at 6.30pm and it will last about 45 minutes. Please try and arrive on time if you can; if you arrive after 6.30pm you may need to stay in the waiting room until there is a suitable spot in the service to bring you into the meeting without disrupting the service. – Join Zoom Meeting –
https://us02web.zoom.us/j/83263410324?pwd=SUFlSEx3YlExT25sa1ZZU21kcEU3Zz09
Meeting ID: 832 6341 0324 – Passcode: 797840

Worship from home – we will continue to deliver paper notices and a service sheet every week, God willing, until we can open our church doors once more. If you would like to receive a DVD of the weekly circuit service please call Geoff on 545083.

If you need prayer or help in any way please contact your pastoral visitor or you can call Rev Joe Adams on 331413 or Alan Beesley on 766604.

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" (also commonly known as "Daffodils"
by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not be but gay,
in such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.