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a simple organ piece trying to capture the essence of what that means
in moments tranquility fills up your eyes
(your highness surprising the loftiest skies) devotions like oceans tide motions arise from swellings and whisperings of wonderful sighs in moments our peace becomes perfectly clear after the stormclouds have shed enough tears our Angels are waiting to silence the fear Be Still! and you'll hear their soft footsteps tread near Eternity's promises nearer are found as love's golden circles have had our hearts bound at first in the heavens, and especially now; we go to continue this unbreakable round Surrounding, confounding, the world spins around,
And oceans hold notions of greater depths found. Expanses entrance us complex and profound-- What holds it together, where's clarity's round? Faith driven, heart given, one finds strength to try, Dreams hurried, and buried soon form wings to fly, Horizons with fears gone bring tears to your eye-- Can a soul ever cease on its journey of why? Like sand through weak hands, Time careening through space, We find the bottom, And laugh in its face. For strange it may seem, To all those in between, How grand are the things, Which by few can be seen. Get your head off the ground, Stand instead on your feet. For rainbows and sunsets, Have not called for retreat. But when vast mobs yell, With theories to sell, The measure of life, Is but yours to tell. Sept. 2012
In beats of a heart breath after breath days become years the humble embrace such soft ebb and flow like buds after snow and live A correspondance between Tabitha and Erik, May-June 2011
Your light is like fresh beams of sun from newly-blossomed skies Awoken bright, entranced anew, to fall upon such tender eyes. Your love is like vast autumn stars, which rend night's chill apart They glimmer, warmly dancing, to each beating of the heart. Your life reflects the Shining Christ I've always held so dear His simple works, and constant care, make sense when you are near. How grateful for this gentle love so Heavenly and True How forever indebted I am to God, because I now have you! Oh suff’rer in the Garden, Alone and Spirit torn
What bitter dregs Thou drinkest, what anguish that is borne! What Holy Blood that falleth, what deep, soft cries of pain That stay from perfect judgment my everlasting stain! O Blest, Anointed Healer, and Savior of the Race, What gratitude I give Thee for thy redeeming grace! When darkness lurks around me, and bitter pains arise, I meet Thy stretching fingers, and agony subsides! Thou Glorified Immortal, and King of all the Earth What joy shall we discover when brought back to Thy Hearth! What joy! and exultation, when we meet Father then-- And bring to Him our Families with Eternity to spend! How oft shall I remember Thy Sacrifice Divine And, take up my own cross then, and follow after Thine! I’ll take Thy Name most willingly—Thy Flesh becometh mine-- And drink of living water, free-spilt from the True Vine |