We are the Canucks

 We are the Canucks who love our sticks and pucks, a Molson some back bacon and mudding our trucks.
We are known for our manners and for saying we're sorry but that my friends is not the end of the story.
We know what a two four is and hosers too, a Double Double and that movie Strange Brew.
Montreal Smoked meat and some poutine and bloody hell our love of hockey is crazy obscene.
The Northern Lights are wondrous sights and we can rock better than the Northern Pikes!
Saskatchewan sees the bunny hug and Newfoundlanders kiss a cod with a screech glug glug.
Beavers are noble and on coins have worth and Inuit throat singing is part of northern mirth.
Cowboys and oil are sometimes combined and SCTV has never been defined.
We rock the world with our musical gift and our comedic ability gives the world a lift.
We are more than maple syrup and leaves we are peacekeepers in lands of unease.
We are kind, gracious, and nice, a land of rugged mountains and grandiose ice.
Snowmobiles race to an ice fishing spot, and the CFL adds to summers hot.
Hockey is our religion with Don Cherry a priest in a collar and our worship a holler.
We also have a humble Ron MacLean who keeps ole Don and the nation sane.
Our national anthem is short and sweet and we are welcomed by all we meet.
Ontario has the Highway of Heroes for our fallen soldiers and with them we stand shoulder to shoulder.
We export more talent than we take in and we can humbly enjoy a win
Chris Hadfield showed we can reach the stars and we showed grace and unity in the face of SARS.
Infinite diversity in infinite combinations might be from Trek but join me for a brewski on the deck.
Anne of Green Gables, Farley Mowat, and Pierre Burton to show we are quite literary and wordsmiths too.
We are more than we appear and more than you can see, We are the Great White North from sea to shining sea.
Poem written by: Tammy Niemi

Poem written March 12 2015

FOR THOSE YOU LOVE ( I STAND) Poem by: Tammy Niemi

FOR THOSE YOU LOVE ( I STAND)          Poem by: Tammy Niemi

I look when others refuse and turn away, and when others are silent I at least stop to pray.
I cry the tears of the mother and the child, and I feel the sting of those rejected and reviled.
I force myself to confront the self inside of me, when I view the little gods and their atrocities on TV.
I have lost sleep due to the visions in my head, of those I have seen butchered and the seas made by their blood red.
Being politically correct protects the bottom line, but it also tells us that cancer is harmless and benign.
Everyone demands the truth but so few there are that tell it, and hatred is a BDS and damn you gotta sell it.
Orange jumpsuits on a beach or striped uniforms and tattooed numbered arms should sound deafening alarms,
Souls march to a death undeserved they are the walking dead, the world watches and then tucks their children in a safe bed.
Apathy and indifference harden hearts and erect the endless fence, while the refugees flee to cities of tents.
I don't want to get involved it doesn't affect my life; don't bother me with these things I don't want to hear of strife.
These are the words that I have heard as well as deafening silence. I feel like a David in the land of many giants.
The world may ease their conscience feeling convinced that they are good, but there are those of us who do what we should.
We speak when our voices tremble and crack, we stand on legs of jello and we feel the strength leaving our back.
We feel the blows of hate filled words and the pain of betrayal, but we have humanity and that must prevail.
History will condemn us or heap upon us praise, whether we are silent or with our voices raise,
The cries out for those persecuted for their faith or murdered for it too, when you do so for the least of these you do it for Him too!
Freedom is not cheap nor is liberty free, and yet selfish ambition has taken away our humanity.
Speak out for a daughter or a brother, and cry out for the grief stricken father and mother.
We feel overwhelmed and devoid of power but this is a moment to become our finest hour.
 Lock arm and arm in solidarity and do not run and hide, stand up against the darkness and against hatred's tide.
Fight for your children's future and for their fate, do not let evil win and do not hesitate.
If you don't know what to do at least contribute aid, and don't let a day go by where you haven't at least prayed.
I stand before God trying to do my best, praying and speaking out and not getting much in rest.
Although what I do will never be enough, I pray God will be pleased and say you didn't leave when it got tough.
I am not the smartest person, not strong but I have taken up the fight, because I cannot turn away I have to do what's right.
Lord please strengthen and give courage to those dying for you, forgive us Lord for we know not what we do.
May I be counted as worthy when I stand before Your throne, as I take up their persecution as though it were my own.
May my feeble attempts to be a conscience and a voice, be your heart and compassion and make your heart rejoice.
We have seen the horror of the Holocaust and genocide, in the past, and now the present, and this I cannot abide.
I am my brother and sister's keeper and with that the flame, may my life be the light that gives glory to your Name.
Yeshua You endured a battlefield for souls,defeating all of hell, may I hear the words that I have done very well.
I ran the race, I endured and I did not turn away, Father please deliver all of us from evil and in our hearts make for You a way.
For those you love I will do my best to stand, please help me to be like you and please Father hold my hand.
Please comfort and give love and rest to the persecuted tonight and may their freedom come with the morning light.

70 Years Ago...Normandy --A tribute to my Grandfathers

 *Below is a poem composed by myself and I ask that you please respect my intellectual property--and attribute all of the following to me

70 years ago today my Grandfather landed on Juno Beach and into hell--
I cannot remember that day but will remember his stories well.
Heroes don't wear capes they wear dog tags and weary eyes,
Whether they fought on land or in unfriendly skies.
The ghosts that wander the beaches and hills of Normandy,
Paid an awful price for our freedom and our liberty.
So many dreams lay shattered in broken bodies in the sand,
But these valiant men would not back down until they took the land.
We owe them so much respect and unswerving gratitude on this D-Day.
They drew a line in the sand and said evil will not have it's way.
For both my Grandfathers and their comrades here and beyond the veil,
You may fade into the shadows of history but your memories will prevail.
In my heart and throughout my life I will hold you oh so dear,
For you gave me a future and a life filled with peace and not with fear.
Thank you for saddling up when it dread gripped your heart and mind
We need more men like you with courage with love fighting for those left behind.
You fought for a future of those who would remember your past.
Because of men like you we pray that peace forever will last.
When the lights go on again all over the world the song did say,
They have been burning brightly though you have gone away.
Thank you for the lights and the music and memories dear to me.
All because you answered the call and went to Normandy.

Tammy Niemi

***I wrote this poem today while watching the services from Normandy, and even though tears have been my portion for today--my heart is filled with love and pride for both of my grandfathers who gave so much and asked so little--

The soul of the Irish is birthed in poetry matures in music and soars in song light on feet that beat out the heart of Eire. The wind carries our children and our song to foreign lands but the heart beats only for the sod and shide of home. We are the Irish with a history as dark as Guinness but as creamy and light as it's head and froth of sea foam on Ireland's shores....Imagine a world without us and this world is diminished more--song and story ghosts of forgotten lore.  
Tammy Niemi Dingman

Blessed Beyond Measure By Tammy Niemi

We are blessed beyond measure.
We hold within us heavenly treasure.
We are free to worship the Son.
We can declare Him the Risen One.
Our heavens are open with no opposition.
There is not a demonic stronghold to challenge our position.
Our sins like the snows are declared white,
and we are made acceptable in His sight.
Though the winds are bitter and cut through to the marrow of bone,
so too the truth cuts through to reveal who is HIS own.
Let the redeemed see God in every kind of weather,
and let our gratitude to Him be a tether.
We must be humble and occupy this land,
we have to be ready to testify and take a stand.
We are entering a time of blessing and of open doors,
that will rise to the heights of mountains and the distant shores.
Not everyone who calls upon the Lord will hear His voice,
but now He is searching the world for those to make the bold choice.
Cast off all that hinders, and the dazzle of the world that makes us blind.
Status stagnates and the praise of men does bind.
Forms of Godliness do not compare with the truth of God that saves us from the snare.
Let us mount with wings of eagles and fly in defiance of the storm and gale and know that Yeshua our Lord will always prevail!

Boldly

Satan fears our boldness yet God honors it as He honors our faith--so let us then BOLDLY come before the throne of grace and claim the promises of God for our lives! 

God is our preservation and our provision--and when we seek His Heart, we will see with His eyes and catch His Vision! For some their life is recovery, for some their life is healing, but all in all it is HIS WILL HE is revealing! 

Disciples have a destiny and our discipline is a reasonable act of service...HIS Glory should be our story and HIS Grace allows us to see HIS Face--Children of the KING with HIS salvation we bring--The trappings of this world are a trap and status causes us to stagnate. 

Those who walk humbly before their God will be exalted in due time--and the humble may come boldly before their God because of HIS grace....Oh the glory illuminates and new beginnings our God creates! Throw off all that hinders and take of with hinds feet like the graceful gazelle and leap into the arms of the Master--our Savior, savor HIM and HIS Presence--let it transform, restore, heal, and draw you into maturity...The joy of the Lord is your strength and may it explode in your chest like fireworks or a supernova and illuminate your face with the shine and smile of the love of the Father ---may you feel His joy and peace and as you draw closer to your Creator you will become more creative.

Praise the Lord !

PRAISE THE LORD WHEN LIFE IS PATHETIC AND HE WILL MAKE YOU ENERGETIC

PRAISE THE LORD WHEN ALL IS LOST HE KNOWS IT ALL HE CARRIED IT ON THE CROSS

PRAISE THE LORD AND SEEK HIS FACE THERE YOU WILL FIND LOVE AND GRACE

BE DESPERATE FOR THE PRESENCE OF HIS SPIRIT AND HIS VOICE YOU WILL HEAR IT

CHRIST SHOULD BE THE ONLY THING WITHIN YOUR VIEW HE IS SO MINDFUL AND CONCERNED FOR YOU

THE DEVIL YOU KNOW IS ALREADY DAMNED BUT YOUR LIFE IS WRITTEN AND PLANNED 

I STAND HERE IN TESTIMONY TO HIS PRESERVING POWER AND KNOW HE HEARS YOU IN YOUR DARKEST HOUR

EVERY TEAR AND SOB THAT YOU WEEP HE HOLDS CLOSE TO HIS HEART AND HE DOES KEEP

PRAY WITHOUT CEASING YOUR MIRACLE HE IS RELEASING

YOUR FAITH MOVES HIS HEART TO ACTION AND YOUR FAITH GIVES HIM SATISFACTION!

Author Tammy Niemi