In The Light

December 7, 2019

And if you feel that you can’t go on
And your will’s sinking low
Just believe, and you can’t go wrong
In the light, you will find the road
You will find the road

Hey, did you ever believe that I could leave you
Standing out in the cold
Yeah, baby, I know how it feels cause I have slipped through
To the very depths of my soul
Oh-baby, I just want to show you what a clear view
It is from every bend in the road

Now listen
Oh, whoa-whoa, as I was and really would be for you, too.
As you would for me, I would share your load
Let me share your load
Ooh, let me share, share your load

And if you feel that you can’t go on
In the light, you will find the road

The the winds of change may blow around you
But that will always be so
When love is pain it can devour you, but you are never alone
I will share your load,  I will share your load
Baby, let me, oh, let me

In the light
Everybody needs the light
Ooh, baby.  Everybody, everybody, everybody

Light, light, light, in the light
Light, light, light, in the light
Light, light, light, in the light

Swan Song

Light, light, light, in the light

Secret Gardens of

 

 


Victims of the Fury

November 30, 2019

Victims of the Fury+

You were all the rays of sunlight
Shining O’ to me
Every colour of the rainbow
I was blessed by high decree
You were every moment’s magic
Joy beyond compare
You were all the rays of sunlight
I was lost without a care

Victims of the fury
Shadows in the dark
Victims of the fury
Arrows found their mark

So we lived our days in rapture
Like the world could never end
We weren’t thinking ‘bout the future
We had time enough to spend
We were blessed as though in heaven
We were messengers of joy
There were angels all around us
There was none who would destroy

Then the world collapsed around us
And the tables overturned
We were lambs before the slaughter
We were driven out and burned
Yes the world collapsed around us
And the archers found their mark
We were victims of the fury
We were shadows in the dark

Only By; Only For; Only When


You Know My Name

November 23, 2019

In Times ...

Winds of +


Your Spirit: This Is Why We Sing

November 2, 2019

This is Why We Sing

In the name of Jesus:
I was lost;
I was found –
I was saved.
In the name of Jesus:
I found Love;
I found peace –
As He gave.
In the name of Jesus:
When we find the songs –
Then we sing –
In His Name.

This is why we sing:
For the truth (as given).
This is why we sing.
When we find Your truth;
When we know,
We sing to the Holy –
As we follow.

Peace – as I was saved;
Filled – as He lifted –
I was gifted;
In Your Love, I was reborn.

In the name of Jesus –
I was found;
I was saved;
I am Loved.

I found Love;
I am Loved.

ISAIAH 40:31

Sacred Heart of Jesus +

“I’d Do It Again”:
In These Days: “Because I Love You….”


The Miracle; The Testimony

September 7, 2019

So God,
Make me your example
Make me a miracle
I’ll be the miracle

Show us a miracle
I’ll be the one

We are waiting
Anticipating
The miraculous
Show us miraculous

The miracle working power
of our God:
We’ve been waiting
We’ve been waiting on you
The miracle worker

I am not the same
I’ve been changed
In Your Glory

I am the testimony.


Together, We Sing

August 31, 2019

Apocrypha: The Song of The Three Holy Children
AND they walked in the midst of the fire, praising God, and blessing the Lord.  O all ye winds, bless ye the Lord: and exalt him above all for ever.

Neume

The Odes of Solomon: Ode 6
As the wind glides through the harp and the strings speak, So the Spirit of the Lord speaks through my members, and I speak through His love.

Graduale Aboense +-

Jesus: The Son of Man: Joseph – Surnamed Justus
They say that only the wind combed His hair, and only the rain brought His clothes and His body together. They deem Him mad, and they attribute His words to demons. Yet behold, the Man despised sounded a challenge and the sound thereof shall never cease. He sang a song and none shall arrest that melody.  It shall hover from generation to generation and it shall rise from sphere to sphere remembering the lips that gave it birth and the ears that cradled it.

Graduale Aboense - Chantings


The Groom’s Still Waiting at the Altar

August 17, 2019

Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement,
Heard the last moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent
Felt around for the light switch, became nauseated.
She was walking down the hallway while the walls deteriorated.

East of the Jordan, hard as the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the page, Curtain risin’ on a new age,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.

Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,
Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your silence for snobbery,
Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me
About the madness of becomin’ what one was never meant to be.

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage,
Curtain risin’ on a new age,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.

Don’t know what I can say about Claudette that wouldn’t come back to haunt me,
Finally had to give her up ’bout the time she began to want me.
But I know God has mercy on them who are slandered and humiliated.
I’d a-done anything for that woman if she didn’t make me feel so obligated.

West of the Jordan, west of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the cage,
Curtain risin’ on a new stage,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.

Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
I see people who are supposed to know better standin’ around like furniture.
There’s a wall between you and what you want and you got to leap it,
Tonight you got the power to take it, tomorrow you won’t have the power to keep it.

West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage, Curtain risin’ on a new age,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.

Cities on fire, phones out of order,
They’re killing nuns and soldiers, there’s fighting on the border.
What can I say about Claudette?
Ain’t seen her since January,
She could be respectably married or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires.

West of the Jordan, west of the Rock of Gibraltar,
I see the burning of the stage,
Curtain risin’ on a new age,
See the groom still waitin’ at the altar.

Woke Waves

What Is Left To Be Trusted?

What we read?
What we hear?
What we see?

When we can only trust that which is without question,
know then what is true – and what is to be believed.
When there is nothing left but undoubted answers,
all that will remain is what was written to follow.