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"What divine music she lured out of the old violin--merry and sad, gay and sorrowful by turns, music such as the stars of morning might have made singing together, music that the fairies might have danced to in their revels among the green hills or on yellow sands, music that might have mourned over the grave of a dead hope. Then she drifted into a still sweeter strain. As he listened to it he rea...

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  • There are dreams that cannot be and there are storms we cannot weather. I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm living. So different now from what it seemed.
  • Go out and tell our story, let it echo far and wide. Make them hear you, Make them hear you. How justice was our battle and how justice was denied. Make them hear you, Make them hear you. And say to those who blame us for the way we chose to fight, that sometimes there are battles that are more than black or white; and I could not put down my sword when justice was my right. Make them hear you. Go out and tell our story to your daughters and your sons. Make them hear you, Make them hear you. And tell them, in our struggle, We were not the only ones. Make them hear you, Make them hear you. Your sword can be a sermon or the power of the pen. Teach every child to raise his voice and then, my brothers, then will justice be demanded by ten million righteous men. Make them hear you; when they hear you, I'll be near you again.
  • If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy, I can only conclude that I was not made for here. If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary, then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared. Speak to me in the light of the dawn, mercy comes with the morning. I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me. Am I lost or just found? on the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way? Is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive? Because my comfort would prefer for me to be numb and avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become. Speak to me in the light of the dawn; Mercy comes with the morning. I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me. For we, we are not long here. Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe in. And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you. Hope is coming for me. Hope, is coming.
  • Soon and very soon my King is coming. Robed in righteousness and crowned with love. When I see Him I shall be made like Him; Soon and very soon. Soon and very soon I’ll be going to the place He has prepared for me. There my sin erased, my shame forgotten; Soon and very soon. I will be with the One I love; with unveiled face I’ll see Him. There my soul will be satisfied, Soon and very soon. Soon and very soon see the procession; the angels and the elders round the throne. At His feet I’ll lay my crowns my worship. Soon and very soon. Though I have not seen Him my heart knows Him well. Jesus Christ the Lamb, the Lord of heaven. I will be with the One I love; with unveiled face I’ll see Him. There my soul will be satisfied, Soon and very soon. Soon and very soon. Soon and very soon.
  • Noch will das alte unsre Herzen quälen, Noch drückt uns böser Tage schwere Last. Ach, Herr, gib unsern aufgeschreckten Seelen Das Heil, für das du uns geschaffen hast. Wenn sich die Stille nun tief um uns breitet, So lass uns hören jenen vollen Klang Der Welt, die unsichtbar sich um uns weitet, All deiner Kinder hohen Lobgesang.
  • Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens, Lord with me abide. When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.I need Thy presence every passing hour. What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies. Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
nov 19 2016 ∞
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