Morning

 

When I think of morning, I think of Cat Stevens’ masterpiece, Morning Has Broken, which he recorded during his rise in popularity many years ago. It has become a hymn sung in many churches and never seems to grow old. His worshipful praise for the magnificence of the new day dawning is unparalleled.

More often, when I think of mornings I think of waking up slowly to the smell of coffee perking. Since I am a night person, it seems to take a while for me to get motivated in the morning. Breakfast cereal and a glass of orange juice will see me through to lunch time. I like my orange juice as much as I do my half a pot of coffee that I drink while watching the morning news.

Morning has broken

Fall sunshine streams through my pane

Orange juice makes me smile

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Video Clip from Youtube

Mish at d’verse asked us to write a Haibun (consisting of a short prose and a Haiku) describing our morning. The song above has long been a favorite of mine so I included it as well.

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You Won’t Let Me Go…

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Just like no father would ever let his child drown, even so God, our Father, will not let go of us . I wrote this as a song a few years ago, that flows in waltz time throughout the verses. I can see it sung antiphonally, along with expressive interpretative dance happening all at the same time.  The Psalms are full of expressions of God reaching out to us as we reach out to him. Jesus asks, if a child asks for bread would a father give him a stone? No! For people of faith, the God connection is and interaction of Love and Grace. This song expresses how I believe that happens. The repeated refrain expresses our faith and confidence in God’s love for us.

You’re the Lover That Won’t Let Me Go

You’re the lover of my soul

…the one that won’t let me go

     You call out to me     …I call out to you

You’re the lover that won’t let me go.

Lord, you are the one I adore

…the one that won’t let me go

You call out to me    …I call out to you

You’re the Lover that won’t let me go

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Your beauty is everywhere

…I feel your love and care

Holy Spirit, speak into my soul

…and draw my heart to you.

      You’re the lover of my soul

…the one that won’t let me go

    You call out to me   …I call out to you

     You’re the lover that won’t let me go

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Your truth is in your Word

…that I so often heard

Open my eyes that I may see

…the beauty of your grace

Lord, you are the one I adore

…the one that won’t let me go

      You call out to me   …I call out to you

        You’re the Lover that won’t let me go.

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Your love makes me alive

… It makes me realize

Without you Jesus, I am lost

…but with you I’m satisfied

  You’re the lover of my soul

…the one that won’t let me go

     You call out to me     …I call out to you

    You’re the lover that won’t let me go

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Lord, you are the one I adore

…the one that won’t let me go

       You call out to me     …I call out to you

        You’re the Lover that won’t let me go

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Baptism Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Coal to Diamonds

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Some people have the ability to take what they are given and make something really special from it. The was true of the Choir Director at the church we attended for ten years. Betty Jo was a skilled musician who could take those of us who were average singers and create  beautiful music for the Sunday morning worship service. It reminds me of the Hank Williams, Jr. song, “I’m just an old chunk of coal, but I’m gonna be a diamond some day!”  This poem was written for her retirement as Choir Director, and says what I feel about her wonderful accomplishments.

Coal to Diamonds

Sunday after Sunday week after week

The choir at Englewood Assembly sings

A gift as unto the Lord

Some churches seek professionals

An appointment a try-out

Perfect pitch required

At Englewood Betty Jo takes any willing voice

Welcomes them into the choir

Knowing miracles really do happen

Chunks of musical coal hoping to become diamonds someday

Her group of singers honing their voices

Blending many into one

Some stand out facets shinning in the Son Light

Lifting their voices to the Lord

Diamonds formed with pressure and time

No matter whether there be few or many

Betty Jo encourages each and everyone

Knowing Coal becomes Diamonds in His Light

Every Sunday Morning at Englewood Assembly

A choir of sparkling diamonds sings

A master embodying the Master

Gathering jewels for His Crown