MUSIC! Just some songs I sing to myself when upset. :)
~Amazing Grace
Amazing grace how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed. Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be, As long as life endures. I shall but walk always with You, Your heart forever mine, I'll live in Christ, so pure and true, Until the end of time. Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace. The world shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun refuse to shine; But God, who called me here below, Shall be forever mine. When we've been here ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun! We've no less days to sing god's praise, Then when we'd first begun.
~Down in the River to Pray (Allison Krause; O Brother Where Art Thou)
As I went down in the river to pray As I went down in the river to pray Studying about that good old way And who shall wear the starry crown Good Lord, show me the way ! O sisters let's go down, Let's go down, come on down, O sisters let's go down, Down in the river to pray. As I went down in the river to pray Studying about that good old way And who shall wear the robe and crown Good Lord, show me the way ! O brothers let's go down, Let's go down, come on down, Come on brothers let's go down, Down in the river to pray. As I went down in the river to pray Studying about that good old way And who shall wear the starry crown Good Lord, show me the way ! O fathers let's go down, Let's go down, come on down, O fathers let's go down, Down in the river to pray. As I went down in the river to pray Studying about that good old way And who shall wear the robe and crown Good Lord, show me the way ! O mothers let's go down, Come on down, don't you want to go down, Come on mothers, let's go down, Down in the river to pray. As I went down in the river to pray Studying about that good old way And who shall wear the starry crown Good Lord, show me the way ! O sinners let's go down, Let's go down, come on down, O sinners let's go down, Down in the river to pray. As I went down in the river to pray Studying about that good old way And who shall wear the robe and crown Good Lord, show me the way !
~If We Hold on Together (Diana Ross; Land Before Time)
Don't lose your way With each passing day You've come so far Don't throw it away Live believing Dreams are for weaving Wonders are waiting to start Live your story Faith hope and glory Hold to the truth In your heart If we hold on together I know our dreams Will never die Dreams see us through To forever Where clouds roll by For you and I Souls in the wind learn how to mend Seek out a star Hold on to the end Valley, mountain There is a fountain Washes our tears All away Words are swaying Someone is praying Please let us come Home to stay If we hold on together I know our dreams Will never die Dreams see us through To forever Where clouds roll by For you and I When we are out there In the dark We'll dream about the sun In the dark We'll feel the light Warm our hearts Everyone If we hold on together I know our dreams Will never die Dreams see us through To forever As high As souls can fly The clouds roll by For you and I
~Nearer My God to Thee
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down, Darkness be over me, my rest a stone. Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! There let the way appear, steps unto heav'n; All that Thou sendest me, in mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Then, with my waking thoughts bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Or, if on joyful wing cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I'll fly, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! There in my Father's home, safe and at rest, There in my Savior's love, perfectly blest; Age after age to be, Nearer my God to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
We Had Him
We Had Him
by Maya Angelou,
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind. Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon. In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure. Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone. Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him. He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance. Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that. He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his. We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes. His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us. And we laughed and stomped our feet for him. We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given. Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square. In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England We are missing Michael. But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
by Maya Angelou,
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind. Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon. In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure. Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone. Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him. He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance. Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that. He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his. We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes. His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us. And we laughed and stomped our feet for him. We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given. Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square. In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England We are missing Michael. But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
So slow
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