WINDS OF GOD- trad Celtic hymn
I feel the winds of God today, today my sail I lift, though heavy oft with drenching spray, and torn with many a rift. If hope but light the waters’ crest and Christ my bark will use, I’ll seek the seas at His behest and brave another cruise.
It is the wind of God that dries my vain regretful tears. Until with braver thoughts shall rise the purer, brighter years. If cast on shores of selfish ease, or pleasures I should be. Lord, let me feel Thy freshening breeze and I’ll put back to sea.
If ever I forget Thy love and how that love was shown. Lift high the blood-red flag above, it bears Thy name alone. Great pilot of my onward way, Thou wilt not let me drift. I feel the winds of God today, today my sail I lift.
BE NEAR ME STILL- written by Jodi Penner
Lord, deep in my heart I hide in Thee
Be near me still, Thou tower of strength
What e’er be tide, be Thou with me
Lest pride prevail or fears o’re come me
Be near me still
I’m not alone, guide me on.
To do Thy will
Be near me still
O Thou my hope, my pow’r unshaken
My souls’ true sun
Be near me still
Be near me still
PRODIGAL
Young boy ran through the door
tossled hair aglow
and he gave kisses and smiles, pure and good
Well he wandered far away
hardened heart of a stone
breaking in the cold, dirty and alone
But he still belongs to you, he still belongs to you
Like waves crash on the shore, he still belongs to you
I remember Christmas day, red patterned tie
and the blinking lights cast a glow on years to come
chorus
May your children rise and bless
May the Lord keep you in grace
May He hem you behind and before
May you go in love
And I still belong to you, I still belong to you
like a bird in winter’s flight, I still belong to you
CELL #3- written by Jodi and Myron Penner
Inspired by true events: Prayer inscribed on wall 3 of cell no. 3 in the basement of “Palace”, the Gestapo’s headquarters in Zakopane, Poland; beneath is the signature of Helena Wand Blazusiakowna, and the words “18 years old, imprisoned since 26 September 1944.”
Special Thanks to Henrik Górecki and Symphony No. 3 for the real inspiration for the song.
C Am C Am
O, my love what have you done?
C Am C Am
O, my love where have you gone to?
Dm Dm7 F C Am
My darling, my loved one.
You are my heart, you are my soul
You are the word that makes me whole
My darling, my loved one
E Am F C
My heart’s as cold as all these blood stained stones
E Am F C Am
I’ve nothing left except your prayer——and your bones
O, my love what did they do?
And could they do it if they knew
My darling, my loved one
You told me, “Mother don’t you weep”
When they took you in the street
My darling, my loved one
This cup of bitterness sticks in my throat
This wine, these tears, your breathe——and this hope
In this palce prisin cell
Heav’n descends into a hell
For my darling, my loved one.
Will you sing again for me?
Will you blossom happily?
My darling, my loved one?
O, my love what did you do?
O, my love where have you gone to?
RESCUE ME- written by Scott Baker
My eyes were bilnd, my heart was cold
my darkened mind had sinned till the flame was gone
O Jesus, O Jesus, O Jesus, you came and you rescued me.
Your hands were clean, your heart was true,
your love was free, you healed everyone you knew
O you came down so graciously, unto your own
but you we did not receive O Jesus….
I’m proud, I’m weak and this I know
each word I speak has made me a child of woe.
O, Lord of rest, O King of Peace
Come calm my breast, a storm only you can cease
O Jesus…. O Lord will you rescue me
THEY THAT SOW- written by Scott Baker
When the Lord released our bonds, we were like the ones who dreamed. Then our mouths filled with laughter, and our tongues resounded with joy.
THEY THAT SOW IN TEARS, THEY THAT SOW IN TEARS, THEY THAT SOW IN TEARS SHALL COME AND REAP AGAIN IN JOY
Then said they to the nations, “the Lord has done great things!”, Turn again our captivity Lord, as streams in the South flow free.
He that goes weeping on his way, and beareth forth good seed, surely shall come again with joy, bringing with him his sheaves.
NOW- written by Scott Baker
You need someone, you need something, you need one infinitely lovely song to sing. The moon the sun, all living things, would sing one now.
But it takes one word, one start, it takes one precious, blessed and empty desperate heart. It takes one word, it takes one start to sing one now.
And in the day you stoop to come, you’ll take the pow’r of awesome heaven now by storm.
I take this way, I tell the truth. He give the power to live, that is the proof. That He’s alive and that He gives the kingdom NOW.
Even now in joy and pain, we are the bonfire of the love he fans to flame. So in the pow’r of Jesus’ name, the Kingdom NOW
We know the day is yet to come, we know the day is yet to come. But the king of heaven’s come, His will may now be done.
We have this Word, we have this choice, we have this vapor of a day to raise our voice. We have His Word, we have this choice, the kingdom NOW, oh the kingdom NOW. The kingdom NOW.
TREE IN A STORM- written by Scott Baker
Each noble service that has been wrought, was first conceived as a fruitful thought. Each worthy cause with a future glorious, by quietly growing becomes—victorious.
Thereby itself like a tree it shows, that high it reaches as deep it grows. And when the storms are its’ branches shaking, it deeper root in the soil—is taking.
Be then no more by a storm dismayed, for by it the full-grown seeds are laid. And tho the tree by its’ might it shatters, what then if thousands of seeds—it scatters.
WAYFARING STRANGER- trad.
I am a poor wayfaring stranger travlin’ through this world alone
but there’s no sickness, toil or danger in that bright land to which I go.
I’m goin there to see my Mother, I’m goin’ there no more to roam. I’m only goin’ over Jordan, I’m only goin over home.
I know dark clouds gather round me. I know my way is rough and steep. But golden fields lie out before me, where all the saints their vigils keep.
I’m goin’ there to see my Father, I’m goin’ there no more to roam. I’m only goin’ over Jordan, I’m only goin’ over home.
I want to wear a crown of glory, when I get home to that bright land, I want to shout salvations’ story in concert with that blood-washed band.
I’m goin there so see my saviour to sing His praise forever more. I’m only goin’ over Jordan, I’m only goin’ over home.
En Priere- Faure
English translation:
If the voice of a child could reach up to you,
O my Father,
To be heard by Jesus… kneeling before You,
A prayer!
If you have chosen me to teach your laws
On Earth,
I would know how to serve you, august King of kings,
O Light!
On my lips, Lord, place the salutary Truth,
So that those who doubt, with humility will
revere you!
Do not abandon me, but give me the Grace necessary to
overcome evils, and to relieve pain
& misery!
Reveal yourself to me, Lord in whom I believe
and hope;
For You I want to suffer and die on the Cross,
on Calvary!