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Bebo Norman "Sing of Your Glory"

"My Song in the Night" arranged by Elaine Hagenberg

In passing, we should note this curious mark of our own age: the only absolute allowed is the absolute insistence that there is no absolute. 

-Francis Schaeffer

No one in this world is happy unless he has opened wide the gates of his spiritual Jerusalem—his soul—and received God into himself. A godless man feels lonely to despair. The society of others does not make his loneliness go away, but only increases it. However he who has taken God into his soul will never feel lonely even in a desert. No one dies an eternal death other than one in whom God has died. 

-St Nikolaj Velimirovic

The only place where modern man does not like to visit - is himself. He cannot hear the silence, he does not want to hear the voice of his conscience. But without knowing yourself you can not know God. Modern man lives in a shadowy world of TV, the media, the Internet, but the greatest reality in the world is the human soul. Inside we can open up the kingdom of heaven, in our heart God wants to be born!”

-Bishop Panteleimon (Shatov)

Only in Sleep (Ēriks Ešenvalds)

 I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Percy Bysshe Shelley, 'Ozymandias'

Do you think I am trying to weave a spell? Perhaps I am; but remember your fairy tales. Spells are used for breaking enchantments as well as for inducing them. And you and I have need of the strongest spell that can be found to wake us from the evil enchantment of worldliness which has been laid upon us for nearly a hundred years. Almost our whole education has been directed to silencing this shy, persistent, inner voice; almost all our modem philosophies have been devised to convince us that the good of man is to be found on this earth.

― C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

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How very odd it seems, dear Lord,

That when I go to seek your Word

In varied towns at home, abroad,

I'm in the company of the absurd.

The others who come, as I do,

Starving for need of sacrament,

Who sit beside me in the pew,

Are both in mind and body bent.

I kneel beside the old, unfit,

The young, the lonely stumbling few,

And I myself, with little wit,

Hunger and thirst, my God, for you.

I share communion with the halt,

The lame, the blind, oppressed, depressed.

We have, it seems, a common fault

In coming to you to be blessed.

And my fit friends, intelligent,

Heap on my shoulders a strange guilt.

Are only fools and sinners meant

To come unto you to be filled?

Among the witless and absurd

I flee to find you and to share

With eyes and ears and lips your Word.

I pray, my God. God, hear my prayer.

From city streets and lanes we come.

I slip unto you like a thief

To be with you, at peace, at home,

Lord, I believe. Oh, help my unbelief.

-Madeleine L'Engle, The Ordering of Love

Strong Son of God, Immortal Love

1 Incarnate God, immortal Love,

whom we, that have not seen your face,

by faith, and faith alone, embrace,

Believing where we cannot prove;

2 You will not leave us in the dust;

you gave us life, we know not why.

We trust we were not made to die,

for you have made us, you are just.

3 In you meet human and divine,

the highest, holiest union known.

We falsely call our powers our own

until our wills with yours combine.

4 Our little systems have their day;

they have their day and cease to be;

They are but fleeting certainty,

and you, O Christ, are more than they.

5 We have but faith; we cannot know,

for knowledge is of things proved true;

And yet we trust it comes from you,

a sign of promise; let it grow.

6 Let knowledge grow from more to more,

but more of reverence in us dwell;

That mind and soul, according well,

may make one music as before.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
 
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs ‒
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

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