Breath of Heaven-Mary’s Song

Accolades to Chris Eaton and Amy Grant!

These two Christian musicians have given us one of the most poignantly beautiful Christmas Ballads in this generation!

Amy Grant, the composer of “Mary’s Song”, adapted from Chris Eaton’s composition “Breath of Heaven “

 

“Breath of Heaven(Mary’s Song)”

I have traveled many moonless nights
Cold and weary with a babe inside
And I wonder what I’ve done
Holy Father you have come
And chosen me now
To carry your son I am waiting in a silent prayer
I am frightened by the load I bear
In a world as cold as stone
Must I walk this path alone
Be with me now
Be with me now[Chorus:]
Breath of heaven
Hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of heaven
Breath of heaven
Lighten my darkness
Pour over me your holiness
For you are holy
Breath of heaven Do you wonder as you watch my face
If a wiser one should have had my place
But I offer all I am
For the mercy of your plan
Help me be strong
Help me be
Help me
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The photo below is of Chris Eaton, the original composer of “Breath of Heaven “. His original lyrics appear under his photo.
“Breath of Heaven”

You are harvest, You are golden sun
You are cool rain, You are all in one
And in all my deepest thoughts
And in all my battles fought
You are within
You are within
You are crimson, you are midnight blue
You have called me to discover You
You have warmed my heart of stone
You have borne my pain alone
Speak to me now, speak to me now, speak to me now
Breath of heaven, hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of heaven, lighten my darkness
Pour over me your holiness for You are holy
Breath of heaven
I am waiting in a silent prayer
I am longing to be with You there
And with every fading fear
There is healing in my tears
Now I belong, now I belong, now I am strong
Breath of heaven, hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of heaven, lighten my darkness
Pour over me your holiness for You are holy
Breath of heaven
Breath of heaven, hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of heaven, lighten my darkness
Pour over me your holiness for You are holy
Breath of heaven

In The Bleek Midwinter: A Song of Wonder of Christmas and the Power of Love

“In the bleak midwinter, frost wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter, long ago
Our god, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The lord God almighty, jesus christ
Angels and archangels may have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But his mother only, in her maiden bliss
Worshiped the beloved with a kiss
What can I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a wise man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give him: give my heart”

By Gustav Holst

Paint ‘Taint Paint

 

OMG! There is paint and then there is p’aint.

When you purchase a can of paint, pre-mixed from the local hardware store you are beyond committed! Accompanying the can are an unusually large brush, stirring stick, some product called spackling , an instrument with which to apply that, large heavy “cups” to pour your p’aint into and a’lass but necessary a huge folding ladder, along with plastic for body and space defense.

The moment you leave  the hardware store, you are committed! I did this two weeks ago to paint a portion of my kitchen and I have been rowing against the current ever since!

Okay, the p’aint is on the walls. I am stunned, exhausted and completely disoriented!

Guess what?! My next project is to convert an upstairs room into an art studio…if I have to apply p’aint to create a space for painting, OMG!!!

Paint ‘Taint just Paint!

Seriously Unique Folks

Beyond the “Herd” is where writers, artists and musicians generally live. 

Those of you who dwell in that world will get my drift and understand the image of “A Hole to another Universe” completely. 

It is when I enter that comfortable, scary, amazingly inspirational black hole that my imagination pops and sizzles. 

My family and those who know me best cringe with misunderstanding as I enter. 

Mistrust and fear of the “Hole” comes from a normal state of being that keeps the world within their controlled safety. 

As for myself, give me Whole disquitness of the Hole’s wonder.

 

Photo credit Bilk Serface Graphics 

A Writer’s Dream

I dreamt of a broken egg and as the image filled my subconscious a voice called out a question:

”Which comes first? The poem or the Poet?”