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

Kludge Happens

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, how schizophrenic you make me.

Your branches cry for green and red.

My golden birds bring joy instead.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, your look is ever-changing.

The balls and stars keep falling down.

Your “beauty” makes me want to frown.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, our friendship is obsession.

No ornament can stay in place.

All I see is the empty space.

Oh Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree, you are a great big Kludge to me.

 

 

Blazing Quiet

Great grief prays with great earnestness. Prayer is not a collection of balanced phrases; it is the pouring out of the soul. What is love if it be not fiery? What are prayers if the heart be not ablaze? They are the battles of the soul. In them men wrestle with principalities and powers…The prayer that prevails is not the work of lips and fingertips. It is the cry of a broken heart and the travail of a stricken soul. 
…Samuel Chadwick 

The Word on Wednesday

There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode:

That sacred stream, thine holy word,
That all our raging fear controls;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.
… Isaac Watts

Quotefor Today

“Love is the language they speak in God’s world, and we are summoned to learn it against the day when God’s world and ours will be brought together for ever”  Bishop N. T. Wright

Tuesday’s Treasures II

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“I see somebody dying, I pick him up. I find somebody hungry, I give him food. He can love and be loved. I don’t look at his color, I don’t look at his religion. I don’t look at anything. Every person whether he is Hindu, Muslim or Buddhist, he is my brother, my sister.”  Saint Teresa