Or, if we wanted to sing it to the tune of
"Away in a Manger," we would need another line
for each verse. For example:
The Lord is my shepherd, there's nothing I need.
He lets me lie down in green pastures to feed.
And ever, beside the still water, He leads.
The Lord is my shepherd, there's nothing I need.
He strengthens my soul and brings joy to my heart.
He leads me in ways that are right, from the start.
There's naught in this world that can keep us apart.
He strengthens my soul and brings joy to my heart.
And yes! Though I walk through the shadow of death,
And You are within me --- I breathe with Your breath ---
No evil can make me afraid or lose faith.
With You, I can walk through the shadow of death.
Your rod and Your staff are a comfort to me.
You give me a feast --- make my enemies flee.
With oil, You anoint me as king --- even me.
Your rod and Your staff are a comfort to me.
My cup overflows with the goodness You gave.
Your mercy shall follow me down through the grave,
And I shall reside in the house of Your love.
Forever and ever, with You I am saved.
Write well,
Logan
Showing posts with label Songs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Songs. Show all posts
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
2011-06-29 Poetry Songs --- From Psalms 23
From the 23rd Psalm ---
The Lord is my shepherd, there's nothing I need.
He lets me lie down in new pastures to feed.
And ever, beside the still water, He leads.
He strengthens my soul and sings joy in my heart.
He leads me in ways that are right, from the start.
There's naught in this world that can keep us apart.
And yes! Though I walk through the shadow of death,
And You are within me --- I breathe with Your breath ---
No evil can make me afraid or lose faith.
Your rod and Your staff are a comfort to me.
You gave me a feast --- made my enemies flee.
With oil, You anointed me king --- even me.
My cup overflows with the goodness You gave.
Your mercy shall follow me down through the grave,
And I shall reside in the house of Your love.
Forever and ever, amen and amen,
I still will reside in the house of Your love.
Forever and ever, amen and amen.
Sleep Well,
Logan
The Lord is my shepherd, there's nothing I need.
He lets me lie down in new pastures to feed.
And ever, beside the still water, He leads.
He strengthens my soul and sings joy in my heart.
He leads me in ways that are right, from the start.
There's naught in this world that can keep us apart.
And yes! Though I walk through the shadow of death,
And You are within me --- I breathe with Your breath ---
No evil can make me afraid or lose faith.
Your rod and Your staff are a comfort to me.
You gave me a feast --- made my enemies flee.
With oil, You anointed me king --- even me.
My cup overflows with the goodness You gave.
Your mercy shall follow me down through the grave,
And I shall reside in the house of Your love.
Forever and ever, amen and amen,
I still will reside in the house of Your love.
Forever and ever, amen and amen.
Sleep Well,
Logan
Saturday, June 11, 2011
2009-12-05 Poetry, I will Magnify the Lord
I will magnify the Lord.
He is worthy to be praised!
(If-) God is for us, Who stands against us, now?
---
He who did not spare His Son
(-but) Gave Him up for all of us,
How will He not forgive us everything?
(Chorus)
The Lord loves us!
not tribulation or distress
or persecution or the sword
can stop Him (you know)
The Lord loves us
and neither death nor life can sep-
arate us from the love of God
in Jesus.
Who brings charge to God’s elect?
God is He who justifies;
Who is he who dares, condemnation bring?
---
Jesus Christ is He who died,
Rather, He was raised to life.
He, at God’s right hand, intercedes for us.
(Chorus)
What can separate us from
(-the) Love of Christ who died for us?
Overwhelming love, conquered ev‘rything.
---
I am absolutely sure
There is nothing with the pow'r,
(to-) Separate us from (-the) Love of God in Christ.
(Chorus)
He is worthy to be praised!
(If-) God is for us, Who stands against us, now?
---
He who did not spare His Son
(-but) Gave Him up for all of us,
How will He not forgive us everything?
(Chorus)
The Lord loves us!
not tribulation or distress
or persecution or the sword
can stop Him (you know)
The Lord loves us
and neither death nor life can sep-
arate us from the love of God
in Jesus.
Who brings charge to God’s elect?
God is He who justifies;
Who is he who dares, condemnation bring?
---
Jesus Christ is He who died,
Rather, He was raised to life.
He, at God’s right hand, intercedes for us.
(Chorus)
What can separate us from
(-the) Love of Christ who died for us?
Overwhelming love, conquered ev‘rything.
---
I am absolutely sure
There is nothing with the pow'r,
(to-) Separate us from (-the) Love of God in Christ.
(Chorus)
2007-12-09 Poetry, Song, Blessing
Blessing (to the tune of “Morning has broken”)
May the Lord bless you, may the Lord keep you.
When the Lord sees you, may He just smile.
Over the sorrow, long past tomorrow,
May the Lord’s peace fill your heart awhile.
Your heart was broken, in the bright sunshine,
Hard words were spoken, tears in the rain,
Over the sorrow, long past tomorrow,
May the Lord’s love fill your heart again.
Years pass in twilight, children are mem’ries,
All of your dreams might vanish with day.
Still I will be there, waiting for you there,
When the Lord comes and takes us away.
May the Lord bless you, may the Lord keep you.
When the Lord sees you, may He just smile.
Over the sorrow, long past tomorrow,
May the Lord’s peace fill your heart awhile.
May the Lord bless you, may the Lord keep you.
When the Lord sees you, may He just smile.
Over the sorrow, long past tomorrow,
May the Lord’s peace fill your heart awhile.
Your heart was broken, in the bright sunshine,
Hard words were spoken, tears in the rain,
Over the sorrow, long past tomorrow,
May the Lord’s love fill your heart again.
Years pass in twilight, children are mem’ries,
All of your dreams might vanish with day.
Still I will be there, waiting for you there,
When the Lord comes and takes us away.
May the Lord bless you, may the Lord keep you.
When the Lord sees you, may He just smile.
Over the sorrow, long past tomorrow,
May the Lord’s peace fill your heart awhile.
Friday, June 10, 2011
2010-07-09 Archive, Poetry, Songs, Where Are You Now? 2
Where Are You Now?
We heard the words the angels gave, “Fear not, you'll bear a son.”
Where are you now, Emmanuel, God's own anointed one?
They said that you'll forever rule. We thought this was good news.
So where is he who then was born to be the king of Jews?
Where are you now, Emmanuel, the son of God, above.
We need your word, we need your touch, we need your perfect love.
And you, Oh Bethlehem, are not the least of all the clans,
For out of you shall come a King to shepherd all the lands.
We saw those wise men worship you and give you gold, and myrrh;
But then they left, and she took you. We should have gone with her.
Where are you now, Emmanuel, the son of God, above.
We need your word, we need your touch, we need your perfect love.
A voice was heard in Ramah's land, great mourning at death's door.
It's Rachel weeping for her sons, because they are no more.
For eight and twenty years we wept, and echoed Rachel's cry:
The other mothers weeping for our sons who had to die.
Where are you now, Emmanuel, the son of God, above.
We need your word, we need your touch, we need your perfect love.
The stars are shining bright tonight, Just like they were back then.
An echo on the wind yet sings God's glory once again.
A voice cries out of wilderness, "Repent, for God is near,
Prepare the way, make straight the Path," for Christ, the Lord, is here.
Where are you now, Emmanuel, the son of God, above.
We need your word, we need your touch, we need your perfect love.
We heard the words the angels gave, “Fear not, you'll bear a son.”
Where are you now, Emmanuel, God's own anointed one?
They said that you'll forever rule. We thought this was good news.
So where is he who then was born to be the king of Jews?
Where are you now, Emmanuel, the son of God, above.
We need your word, we need your touch, we need your perfect love.
And you, Oh Bethlehem, are not the least of all the clans,
For out of you shall come a King to shepherd all the lands.
We saw those wise men worship you and give you gold, and myrrh;
But then they left, and she took you. We should have gone with her.
Where are you now, Emmanuel, the son of God, above.
We need your word, we need your touch, we need your perfect love.
A voice was heard in Ramah's land, great mourning at death's door.
It's Rachel weeping for her sons, because they are no more.
For eight and twenty years we wept, and echoed Rachel's cry:
The other mothers weeping for our sons who had to die.
Where are you now, Emmanuel, the son of God, above.
We need your word, we need your touch, we need your perfect love.
The stars are shining bright tonight, Just like they were back then.
An echo on the wind yet sings God's glory once again.
A voice cries out of wilderness, "Repent, for God is near,
Prepare the way, make straight the Path," for Christ, the Lord, is here.
Where are you now, Emmanuel, the son of God, above.
We need your word, we need your touch, we need your perfect love.
2010-07-08 Archive, Poetry, Songs, Where are You Now?
Where Are You Now?
We heard the words the angels gave,
“Fear not, you'll bear a son.”
Where are you now, Emmanuel,
God's own anointed one?
They said that you'll forever rule.
We thought this was good news.
So where is he who then was born
To be the king of Jews?
And you, Oh Bethlehem, are not
The least of all the clans,
For out of you shall come a King
To shepherd all the lands.
We saw those wise men worship you
And give you gold, and myrrh;
But then they left, and then she left,
We should have gone with her.
For eight and twenty years we wept.
And echoed Rachel's cry:
The other mothers weeping for
our sons who then did die.
The stars are shining bright tonight
Just like they were back then.
An echo on the wind yet sings
God's glory once again.
Where are you now, Emmanuel,
The son of God, above.
We need your word, we need your touch,
We need your perfect love.
We heard the words the angels gave,
“Fear not, you'll bear a son.”
Where are you now, Emmanuel,
God's own anointed one?
They said that you'll forever rule.
We thought this was good news.
So where is he who then was born
To be the king of Jews?
And you, Oh Bethlehem, are not
The least of all the clans,
For out of you shall come a King
To shepherd all the lands.
We saw those wise men worship you
And give you gold, and myrrh;
But then they left, and then she left,
We should have gone with her.
For eight and twenty years we wept.
And echoed Rachel's cry:
The other mothers weeping for
our sons who then did die.
The stars are shining bright tonight
Just like they were back then.
An echo on the wind yet sings
God's glory once again.
Where are you now, Emmanuel,
The son of God, above.
We need your word, we need your touch,
We need your perfect love.
2010-06-22 Archive, Poetry, Songs, Psalms 111
From Psalms 111
(Chorus)
Hallelujah! Praise the LORD!
Thank the LORD with all your heart.
Righteousness is in His word.
Praise forever, is our part.
(1)
In the church of the upright,
Great the works of God, above,
Sought by those who they delight,
Splendid wonders, perfect love.
(2)
Righteousness endures in Him.
We remember, wonders sent.
Gracious love, compassion's king,
God remembers covenant.
(3)
Truth and justice in His hand,
All his laws are ever sure.
They are done at His command,
Laws upheld, forever pure.
(4)
Holy, Awesome, is His name.
Fear the LORD and you'll be wise,
Understanding God, who came,(that)
We may praise Him in the skies.
(Chorus)
Hallelujah! Praise the LORD!
Thank the LORD with all your heart.
Righteousness is in His word.
Praise forever, is our part.
(Chorus)
Hallelujah! Praise the LORD!
Thank the LORD with all your heart.
Righteousness is in His word.
Praise forever, is our part.
(1)
In the church of the upright,
Great the works of God, above,
Sought by those who they delight,
Splendid wonders, perfect love.
(2)
Righteousness endures in Him.
We remember, wonders sent.
Gracious love, compassion's king,
God remembers covenant.
(3)
Truth and justice in His hand,
All his laws are ever sure.
They are done at His command,
Laws upheld, forever pure.
(4)
Holy, Awesome, is His name.
Fear the LORD and you'll be wise,
Understanding God, who came,(that)
We may praise Him in the skies.
(Chorus)
Hallelujah! Praise the LORD!
Thank the LORD with all your heart.
Righteousness is in His word.
Praise forever, is our part.
2010-06-19 Archive, Poetry, Songs, Jeremiah 31
Poetry - Songs
From Jeremiah 31
The time has come, declares the Lord, / to make a new agreement.
Not like the covenant, before, / with Israel and Judah
Not like the covenant I made / to lead them out of Egypt.
Not like the covenant they broke, / which broke my heart to see it.
But this will be the covenant / I make with them forever:
To put my law within their mind, / and write it on their spirit.
And I alone will be their God, / and they shall be My people.
No longer will they teach again, / each man his brother, saying,
Come, 'Know the LORD,' for they will all, / from least of them to greatest,
Will know me well, declares the Lord / for I will be their father.
And I'll forgive iniquity / and I'll forget their failure.
But this will be the covenant / I make with them forever:
To put my law within their mind, / and write it on their spirit.
And I alone will be their God, / and they shall be My people.
Thus says the LORD, who gives the sun, / to light each day with daylight.
And gives the moon and stars at night, / to brighten night with starlight,
If day and night shall cease to be, / declares the LORD almighty,
Then Israel's seed will cease to be / a nation from before me.
But this will be the covenant / I make with them forever:
To put my law within their mind, / and write it on their spirit.
And I alone will be their God, / and they shall be My people.
From 1 Thess 4:14-18
If we believe that Jesus died / And rose to live again.
Then those who sleep in death, in Christ, / Our God will bring with Him.
The Lord has said that we who live / On earth until He comes
Shall not precede those other ones / who sleep within the tombs.
The Lord Himself will come again / From heaven he'll come down,
And with a shout, archangel's voice, / God's trumpet will resound.
And first the dead in Christ shall rise, / Then we who still are here
Shall be caught up within the clouds / To meet Him in the air.
And thus we shall forever be / with God and with the Lord,
So therefore comfort, all of you, / Each other with these words.
From Jeremiah 31
The time has come, declares the Lord, / to make a new agreement.
Not like the covenant, before, / with Israel and Judah
Not like the covenant I made / to lead them out of Egypt.
Not like the covenant they broke, / which broke my heart to see it.
But this will be the covenant / I make with them forever:
To put my law within their mind, / and write it on their spirit.
And I alone will be their God, / and they shall be My people.
No longer will they teach again, / each man his brother, saying,
Come, 'Know the LORD,' for they will all, / from least of them to greatest,
Will know me well, declares the Lord / for I will be their father.
And I'll forgive iniquity / and I'll forget their failure.
But this will be the covenant / I make with them forever:
To put my law within their mind, / and write it on their spirit.
And I alone will be their God, / and they shall be My people.
Thus says the LORD, who gives the sun, / to light each day with daylight.
And gives the moon and stars at night, / to brighten night with starlight,
If day and night shall cease to be, / declares the LORD almighty,
Then Israel's seed will cease to be / a nation from before me.
But this will be the covenant / I make with them forever:
To put my law within their mind, / and write it on their spirit.
And I alone will be their God, / and they shall be My people.
From 1 Thess 4:14-18
If we believe that Jesus died / And rose to live again.
Then those who sleep in death, in Christ, / Our God will bring with Him.
The Lord has said that we who live / On earth until He comes
Shall not precede those other ones / who sleep within the tombs.
The Lord Himself will come again / From heaven he'll come down,
And with a shout, archangel's voice, / God's trumpet will resound.
And first the dead in Christ shall rise, / Then we who still are here
Shall be caught up within the clouds / To meet Him in the air.
And thus we shall forever be / with God and with the Lord,
So therefore comfort, all of you, / Each other with these words.
2010-05-01 Archive, Poetry, Songs
I wrote the following in 2007 in response to someone on the poetry thread on Meg Cabot's message boards.
“How does it feel?” I hear your words.
“How does it feel to write poetry?”
How does it feel? I ask myself.
But I should be asking someone else.
How does it feel, young David,
Lover of stars, keeper of sheep?
How does it feel to stand in the middle,
Surrounded by brothers,
While some old man, the prophet of God,
Pours oil on your head,
‘Till it runs down your neck?
Then he opens his mouth and changes your life
With the words,
“Thus says the Lord, you shall be king.”
And here you are, years later,
Running for life, hiding in caves,
Chased by three thousand.
How does it feel to be running away,
A spear throw from death,
When the words come,
And enter your mind:
“The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want …,
Though I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I fear no evil,
For You are with me.”
How does it feel, writer of psalms?
Did you eat up the words?
Or chew them well, to memorize them?
Because, God knows,
You did not have
a pen and parchment
To write them down,
while running.
Writing poetry, to me anyway, is somewhat like playing Tetris. I get a rhythm running in my head, then I start writing a (small) cloud of phrases that fit that rhythm, and then the phrases fall into a pattern of meaning which fits the rhythm, and I move them around to make the meaning clearer, and to get them to rhyme if possible.
An acquaintance of mine expressed an interest recently in poetry for church songs, so I sent several things to him, including the following:
Risen to Glory, version 5, 04/25/2010
Foretold by prophets, born in a stable,
Greeted by Angels, Jesus is here.
Risen to Glory, eternal power,
Jesus and God will always be near.
Heaven above us, Jesus around us,
He is the glory, given by God.
Therefore my brother be the more steadfast,
Always abound in work for the Lord.
Jesus is living, raised by God's power,
One day he's coming back for us all.
Some will be sleeping, some will be watching,
We will be waiting, hearing His call.
In just a moment, at the last trumpet,
We shall be changed in (the) blink of an eye.
Death will be swallowed (by) vict'ry forever,
We will come home to heaven on high.
And just this morning I sent this to him.
Version 3, 5/1/2010
Once there was God,
Outside of time,
Waiting in stillness, He knew what to say.
"Let there be light,"
Then there was light,
Shining through darkness to make the first day.
Once was the Word,
He was with God,
God became man, and He showed us the way.
Jesus, our Lord,
Died in our stead,
God's love for all who will truly obey.
Living to serve,
Serving to live,
We are the hands and the voice of our Lord.
He is in us,
We are in Him,
Power of God for those true to His Word.
Glory of God,
Savior of Man,
Jesus is ready, his angels to send.
Heaven awaits,
Those who are true,
Holding the faith of our Lord to the end.
But I'm wondering if it isn't a bit too abstract and impersonal. It is certainly not a first-person experience sort of story. At least the rhythm is consistent.
I get kind of distracted by songs which have a complicated and inconsistent rhythm --- the kind that were originally written to have a lot of instrumentals filling in the blanks. When the instrumentals are redacted for acapella music, sometimes the song just doesn't work as well.
“How does it feel?” I hear your words.
“How does it feel to write poetry?”
How does it feel? I ask myself.
But I should be asking someone else.
How does it feel, young David,
Lover of stars, keeper of sheep?
How does it feel to stand in the middle,
Surrounded by brothers,
While some old man, the prophet of God,
Pours oil on your head,
‘Till it runs down your neck?
Then he opens his mouth and changes your life
With the words,
“Thus says the Lord, you shall be king.”
And here you are, years later,
Running for life, hiding in caves,
Chased by three thousand.
How does it feel to be running away,
A spear throw from death,
When the words come,
And enter your mind:
“The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want …,
Though I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I fear no evil,
For You are with me.”
How does it feel, writer of psalms?
Did you eat up the words?
Or chew them well, to memorize them?
Because, God knows,
You did not have
a pen and parchment
To write them down,
while running.
Writing poetry, to me anyway, is somewhat like playing Tetris. I get a rhythm running in my head, then I start writing a (small) cloud of phrases that fit that rhythm, and then the phrases fall into a pattern of meaning which fits the rhythm, and I move them around to make the meaning clearer, and to get them to rhyme if possible.
An acquaintance of mine expressed an interest recently in poetry for church songs, so I sent several things to him, including the following:
Risen to Glory, version 5, 04/25/2010
Foretold by prophets, born in a stable,
Greeted by Angels, Jesus is here.
Risen to Glory, eternal power,
Jesus and God will always be near.
Heaven above us, Jesus around us,
He is the glory, given by God.
Therefore my brother be the more steadfast,
Always abound in work for the Lord.
Jesus is living, raised by God's power,
One day he's coming back for us all.
Some will be sleeping, some will be watching,
We will be waiting, hearing His call.
In just a moment, at the last trumpet,
We shall be changed in (the) blink of an eye.
Death will be swallowed (by) vict'ry forever,
We will come home to heaven on high.
And just this morning I sent this to him.
Version 3, 5/1/2010
Once there was God,
Outside of time,
Waiting in stillness, He knew what to say.
"Let there be light,"
Then there was light,
Shining through darkness to make the first day.
Once was the Word,
He was with God,
God became man, and He showed us the way.
Jesus, our Lord,
Died in our stead,
God's love for all who will truly obey.
Living to serve,
Serving to live,
We are the hands and the voice of our Lord.
He is in us,
We are in Him,
Power of God for those true to His Word.
Glory of God,
Savior of Man,
Jesus is ready, his angels to send.
Heaven awaits,
Those who are true,
Holding the faith of our Lord to the end.
But I'm wondering if it isn't a bit too abstract and impersonal. It is certainly not a first-person experience sort of story. At least the rhythm is consistent.
I get kind of distracted by songs which have a complicated and inconsistent rhythm --- the kind that were originally written to have a lot of instrumentals filling in the blanks. When the instrumentals are redacted for acapella music, sometimes the song just doesn't work as well.
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