Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Sunday, January 5, 2014
How Can I Keep from Singing
This hymn says it all. (a quick take, recorded in my living room)
My Life flows on in endless song, above earth's lamentations
I hear the real though far-off hymn that hails a new creation
Through all the tumult and the strife, I hear the music ringing
It sounds an echo in my soul; how can I keep from singing!
What thought the tempest 'round me roars, I know the truth it liveth
What though the darkness 'round me close, songs in the night it giveth
No storm can shake my inmost calm, while to that rock I'm clinging
Since love is Lord of heaven and earth, how can I keep from singing!
I lift my eyes, the cloud grows thin, I see the blue above it
And day by day the pathway clears since first I learned to love it
The peace of Christ restores my soul, a fountain ever springing
All things are mine since I am His, How can I keep from singing!
Composed by Robert Wadsworth Lowry
My Life flows on in endless song, above earth's lamentations
I hear the real though far-off hymn that hails a new creation
Through all the tumult and the strife, I hear the music ringing
It sounds an echo in my soul; how can I keep from singing!
What thought the tempest 'round me roars, I know the truth it liveth
What though the darkness 'round me close, songs in the night it giveth
No storm can shake my inmost calm, while to that rock I'm clinging
Since love is Lord of heaven and earth, how can I keep from singing!
I lift my eyes, the cloud grows thin, I see the blue above it
And day by day the pathway clears since first I learned to love it
The peace of Christ restores my soul, a fountain ever springing
All things are mine since I am His, How can I keep from singing!
Composed by Robert Wadsworth Lowry
Epiphany
"What star is this, with beams so bright,
more lovely than the noon-day light?
'Tis sent to announce a newborn king,
glad tidings of our God to bring."
This is the view from my window, looking east towards the center of Edgartown (brought closer by my telephoto lens). This star has been shining on top of the town clock (above what was once the town's Methodist church, my grandmother's church) every Christmas for probably 60 years or more. When I was a little girl, I thought it was the real star of Bethlehem. Actually, I still do.
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