Friday, March 16, 2007
Mercy's Call
See them walking to the hill,
Soldiers, priests and prisoners all,
A time to weep, a time to kill --
God With Us answers mercy's call.
Wood and hammer,
nail and rope,
tools of hard death,
tools of hope,
washed in blood,
crowned by thorn,
as He dies,
new life is born.
See them nail him to the cross,
Beaten, bloody, forgiving all,
They glory at His mother's loss --
God With Us answers mercy's call.
Wood and hammer,
nail and rope,
tools of hard death,
tools of hope,
washed in blood,
crowned by thorn,
as He dies,
new life is born.
The sky grows dark as death grows near,
This day more different than them all,
The Son gives all while the wicked cheer --
God With Us answers mercy's call.
Wood and hammer,
nail and rope,
tools of hard death,
tools of hope,
washed in blood,
crowned by thorn,
as He dies,
new life is born.
O Pascal Lamb, O Bridegroom bright,
Who dies for love of one and all!
The earth itself quaked at the sight --
How God With us answered mercy's call.
Wood and hammer,
nail and rope,
tools of hard death,
tools of hope,
washed in blood,
crowned by thorn,
as He dies,
new life is born.
Susan E. Stone, 2007
Labels: Divine Mercy, Jesus' Love, Passion of Christ, Song
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Midnight (a song)
The midnight seems so dark, and dawn so far away.
The sounds of war are loud, with no safe place to stay,
Except in Your heart, Lord, the one safe place I know -
O keep me close to You, Lord, O do not let me go.
The midnight seems so dark, voices cry out in the night
exploding into to anger - I hear the bloody fight.
No peace without love, no peace outside Your heart -
O keep me close to you, Lord, O do not let us part.
The midnight seems so dark, with a blood smell in the air,
the bitter iron of hatred, lust and sorrow there.
Like war drums the sound of feet marching in the night.
O keep me close to you, Lord, O bring me to your light!
The midnight seems so dark - You know those shadows too.
In grief you prayed alone as our sins laid hard on You.
You felt the whip's hard biting, you took their cross of thorn -
To keep me close to you, Lord, you accepted all their scorn.
The midnight seems so dark, but You gave the way to life.
Your cross the midnight beacon that cuts dark like a knife.
You gave us your all to bring us through the night
To keep us close to you, Lord, safe in Your loving sight.
(to the tune of Noel Novelet (Midi tune: http://www.hymnsandcarolsofchristmas.com/Hymns_and_Carols/MIDI/noel_nouvelet.mid)
Susan E. Stone, 2007
The sounds of war are loud, with no safe place to stay,
Except in Your heart, Lord, the one safe place I know -
O keep me close to You, Lord, O do not let me go.
The midnight seems so dark, voices cry out in the night
exploding into to anger - I hear the bloody fight.
No peace without love, no peace outside Your heart -
O keep me close to you, Lord, O do not let us part.
The midnight seems so dark, with a blood smell in the air,
the bitter iron of hatred, lust and sorrow there.
Like war drums the sound of feet marching in the night.
O keep me close to you, Lord, O bring me to your light!
The midnight seems so dark - You know those shadows too.
In grief you prayed alone as our sins laid hard on You.
You felt the whip's hard biting, you took their cross of thorn -
To keep me close to you, Lord, you accepted all their scorn.
The midnight seems so dark, but You gave the way to life.
Your cross the midnight beacon that cuts dark like a knife.
You gave us your all to bring us through the night
To keep us close to you, Lord, safe in Your loving sight.
(to the tune of Noel Novelet (Midi tune: http://www.hymnsandcarolsofchristmas.com/Hymns_and_Carols/MIDI/noel_nouvelet.mid)
Susan E. Stone, 2007
Labels: current evils, Need for God, Song
Friday, May 19, 2006
All Glory to Thee
O Lord of my life and Lord of my peace,
whose love is a fountain that never will cease,
and there in those waters my soul finds release,
O Jesus my Lord, all glory to thee!
O Lord of my life, and Lord of my pain,
when the darkness is deep and my tears fall like rain,
your hand reaches out and heals me again,
O Jesus my Lord, all glory to thee!
O Lord of my life, and Lord of my hope,
When I tumble and fall on life's slippery slope
Your arms wrap me around me like the strongest of rope,
O Jesus my Lord, all glory to thee!
O Lord of my life, and Lord of my day
O be with me Lord each step of the way
Until I reach that home where I long to stay,
O Jesus my Lord, all glory to thee!
Susan E. Stone, 2006
whose love is a fountain that never will cease,
and there in those waters my soul finds release,
O Jesus my Lord, all glory to thee!
O Lord of my life, and Lord of my pain,
when the darkness is deep and my tears fall like rain,
your hand reaches out and heals me again,
O Jesus my Lord, all glory to thee!
O Lord of my life, and Lord of my hope,
When I tumble and fall on life's slippery slope
Your arms wrap me around me like the strongest of rope,
O Jesus my Lord, all glory to thee!
O Lord of my life, and Lord of my day
O be with me Lord each step of the way
Until I reach that home where I long to stay,
O Jesus my Lord, all glory to thee!
Susan E. Stone, 2006
Labels: Praise and Thanksgiving, Song
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
The Gift
O Lord of my life,
Your gift still amazes me,
How you walked the earth
To teach us the way to be,
Then suffered and died
So you might then set us free,
Peace of my heart,
let me come to thee now.
Those women who watched you
In sorrow and agony,
Amazed are their hearts
When they come in search of thee,
An empty tomb echoes
Instead of a cold body,
You have shattered death's chains,
All praise to you now!
O Peter, whose heart
Was a stone since the loss of thee
Ran with John like the wind
When Mary could not find thee,
Hope for the hopeless
The shroud and the towel they see,
But you are not there,
For you've shattered death's chains.
O Lord of my life,
O Master and King of me,
Your love is a call
That beckons me home to thee,
Your truth is a fire
That tranforms the dark of me
Peace of my heart,
Let me come to thee now.
Susan E. Stone, 2006
Your gift still amazes me,
How you walked the earth
To teach us the way to be,
Then suffered and died
So you might then set us free,
Peace of my heart,
let me come to thee now.
Those women who watched you
In sorrow and agony,
Amazed are their hearts
When they come in search of thee,
An empty tomb echoes
Instead of a cold body,
You have shattered death's chains,
All praise to you now!
O Peter, whose heart
Was a stone since the loss of thee
Ran with John like the wind
When Mary could not find thee,
Hope for the hopeless
The shroud and the towel they see,
But you are not there,
For you've shattered death's chains.
O Lord of my life,
O Master and King of me,
Your love is a call
That beckons me home to thee,
Your truth is a fire
That tranforms the dark of me
Peace of my heart,
Let me come to thee now.
Susan E. Stone, 2006
Labels: Jesus' Love, Passion of Christ, Song
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
His Are the Hands - a Song
Tune
Come listen to the Lord
Feed on His holy word,
Jesus, love's light that burns hot like a flame.
He breaks the bonds of sin
For those who enter in,
And gives His peace to those who call His name.
His is the hand that frees,
Heart that loves, eye that sees,
He is the Life and the Truth and the Way.
Look where He's leading you,
Guiding you, saving you,
Look to his cross that burns brighter than day.
He is the entry way
To new life, hope of day.
His is the gateway to Heaven's hope bright.
His is the open hand,
Solid rock, never sand,
Jesus the beacon that shatters the night.
His is the hand that frees,
Heart that loves, eye that sees,
He is the Life and the Truth and the Way.
Look where he's leading you,
Guiding you, saving you,
Look to His cross that burns brighter than day.
Come listen to His voice,
Taste His truth and rejoice.
Feed on His word and let Him heal your soul.
Jesus is calling you
To a life clean and new.
His loving hand will make your spirit whole.
His is the hand that frees,
Heart that loves, eye that sees,
He is the Life and the Truth and the Way.
Look where He's leading you,
Guiding you, saving you,
Look to his cross that burns brighter than day.
Susan E. Stone, 2006
Come listen to the Lord
Feed on His holy word,
Jesus, love's light that burns hot like a flame.
He breaks the bonds of sin
For those who enter in,
And gives His peace to those who call His name.
His is the hand that frees,
Heart that loves, eye that sees,
He is the Life and the Truth and the Way.
Look where He's leading you,
Guiding you, saving you,
Look to his cross that burns brighter than day.
He is the entry way
To new life, hope of day.
His is the gateway to Heaven's hope bright.
His is the open hand,
Solid rock, never sand,
Jesus the beacon that shatters the night.
His is the hand that frees,
Heart that loves, eye that sees,
He is the Life and the Truth and the Way.
Look where he's leading you,
Guiding you, saving you,
Look to His cross that burns brighter than day.
Come listen to His voice,
Taste His truth and rejoice.
Feed on His word and let Him heal your soul.
Jesus is calling you
To a life clean and new.
His loving hand will make your spirit whole.
His is the hand that frees,
Heart that loves, eye that sees,
He is the Life and the Truth and the Way.
Look where He's leading you,
Guiding you, saving you,
Look to his cross that burns brighter than day.
Susan E. Stone, 2006
Labels: Jesus' Love, Praise and Thanksgiving, Song
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Jesus O Lord
To the tune of Mist Covered Mountains:
http://ingeb.org/songs/chiminam.mid
O Lord, Jesus the life of me,
O Lord, the comfort and peace of me,
O Lord, let my cry come to thee,
Jesus, O Lord, take me home.
How can I sing of what you mean to me,
Shepherd of love, who went out in search of me,
when I was lost, you picked up and cradled me,
And carried me off in your arms.
O Lord, Jesus the life of me,
O Lord, the comfort and peace of me,
O Lord, let my cry come to thee,
Jesus, O Lord, take me home.
How can I sing of what you have done for me,
Born poor and ignored in Bethlehem's streets for me,
Walked over the land, teaching always to rescue me,
Suffered and died for us all.
O Lord, Jesus the life of me,
O Lord, the comfort and peace of me,
O Lord, let my cry come to thee,
Jesus, O Lord, take me home.
There in the garden, you sweat drops of blood for me,
There at the post, you took many stripes for me,
You let them mock you, and bore all things patiently,
To bring us all safely home.
O Lord, Jesus the life of me,
O Lord, the comfort and peace of me,
O Lord, let my cry come to thee,
Jesus, O Lord, take me home.
You accepted the cross that you knew would set me free,
You bled your bright blood in sacrifice red for me,
You who were God went down unto death for me
Out of love for your own.
O Lord, Jesus the life of me,
O Lord, the comfort and peace of me,
O Lord, let my cry come to thee,
Jesus, O Lord, take me home.
There in your tomb you severed death's chains for me,
The stone rolled away with the brightness of hope for me,
The tomb was deserted for us as you set us free,
Proof there of Heaven's great love.
O Lord, Jesus the life of me,
O Lord, the comfort and peace of me,
O Lord, let my cry come to thee,
Jesus, O Lord, take me home.
Susan E. Stone, 2006
http://ingeb.org/songs/chiminam.mid
O Lord, Jesus the life of me,
O Lord, the comfort and peace of me,
O Lord, let my cry come to thee,
Jesus, O Lord, take me home.
How can I sing of what you mean to me,
Shepherd of love, who went out in search of me,
when I was lost, you picked up and cradled me,
And carried me off in your arms.
O Lord, Jesus the life of me,
O Lord, the comfort and peace of me,
O Lord, let my cry come to thee,
Jesus, O Lord, take me home.
How can I sing of what you have done for me,
Born poor and ignored in Bethlehem's streets for me,
Walked over the land, teaching always to rescue me,
Suffered and died for us all.
O Lord, Jesus the life of me,
O Lord, the comfort and peace of me,
O Lord, let my cry come to thee,
Jesus, O Lord, take me home.
There in the garden, you sweat drops of blood for me,
There at the post, you took many stripes for me,
You let them mock you, and bore all things patiently,
To bring us all safely home.
O Lord, Jesus the life of me,
O Lord, the comfort and peace of me,
O Lord, let my cry come to thee,
Jesus, O Lord, take me home.
You accepted the cross that you knew would set me free,
You bled your bright blood in sacrifice red for me,
You who were God went down unto death for me
Out of love for your own.
O Lord, Jesus the life of me,
O Lord, the comfort and peace of me,
O Lord, let my cry come to thee,
Jesus, O Lord, take me home.
There in your tomb you severed death's chains for me,
The stone rolled away with the brightness of hope for me,
The tomb was deserted for us as you set us free,
Proof there of Heaven's great love.
O Lord, Jesus the life of me,
O Lord, the comfort and peace of me,
O Lord, let my cry come to thee,
Jesus, O Lord, take me home.
Susan E. Stone, 2006
Labels: Jesus' Love, Need for God, Song
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Remember Man
(Tune)
http://www.contemplator.com/midimusic/maidwho.mid
Remember man, that thou are dust,
to dust you shall return
When God shall call your spirit home
to soar with him or burn.
He has told you what is good O man,
what matters most of all --
So choose you wisely while you may
To walk with him or fall.
Some do think when they are young
That what they want is right.
Power, love, or frenzied games,
While they are young and bright.
But like the flowers of the field
That bloom so bright in May
The time will come as days run by
That brightness fades away.
When darkness comes crashing down
and lovers lose their charms,
And power leaves a bitter taste,
Hope crumble in your arms,
O what will fill the aching gap
That burns within your soul?
What can fill your emptiness
And make your spirit whole?
Remember Man, that thou art dust,
But Jesus wore that dust too,
To open wide the doors of grace,
Healing, cleansing and true.
If you listen to his voice,
and follow where he leads you,
Living waters there will quench your thirst
And the Bread of life will feed you.
Listen, Man, he calls you now
To make your wounded life whole.
To heal the pain in your aching heart,
To fill that gap in your soul.
He calls to you with gentle voice
Gives light to show you the way,
Love divine from Heaven's door
To fill your heart today.
(Tune)
http://www.contemplator.com/midimusic/maidwho.mid
Susan E. Stone, 2006
http://www.contemplator.com/midimusic/maidwho.mid
Remember man, that thou are dust,
to dust you shall return
When God shall call your spirit home
to soar with him or burn.
He has told you what is good O man,
what matters most of all --
So choose you wisely while you may
To walk with him or fall.
Some do think when they are young
That what they want is right.
Power, love, or frenzied games,
While they are young and bright.
But like the flowers of the field
That bloom so bright in May
The time will come as days run by
That brightness fades away.
When darkness comes crashing down
and lovers lose their charms,
And power leaves a bitter taste,
Hope crumble in your arms,
O what will fill the aching gap
That burns within your soul?
What can fill your emptiness
And make your spirit whole?
Remember Man, that thou art dust,
But Jesus wore that dust too,
To open wide the doors of grace,
Healing, cleansing and true.
If you listen to his voice,
and follow where he leads you,
Living waters there will quench your thirst
And the Bread of life will feed you.
Listen, Man, he calls you now
To make your wounded life whole.
To heal the pain in your aching heart,
To fill that gap in your soul.
He calls to you with gentle voice
Gives light to show you the way,
Love divine from Heaven's door
To fill your heart today.
(Tune)
http://www.contemplator.com/midimusic/maidwho.mid
Susan E. Stone, 2006
Labels: Jesus' Love, Last things, Man's Sinfulness, Need for God, Song
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Lamb of God
The moon was bright above the trees
The shadows dark beneath the leaves,
The night you fell down on your knees
To pray in grief alone.
refrain:
Jesus, Lamb of God
Jesus, Lamb of God
Jesus, Lamb of God
Jesus, Lamb of God
The night was dark like lost man's sin,
The grief you bore, their pain within,
You cried out "Not my will, " and then
Salvation's time was born.
The time had come to walk that way
Of sorrow, pain and and sad dismay
And in your death to take away
Man's destiny to die.
They nailed you bloody to the tree,
And you forgave in agony,
And by your death, you set us free,
My Savior and my God.
My Light, my Lord, my God on high,
Amazed at Heaven's love, I sigh,
That you for me would choose to die
To bring me home at last.
to the tune of the Christ Child Lullaby - tune and original song here:
http://www.nigelgatherer.com/tunes/tab/tab1/ccl1.html
The shadows dark beneath the leaves,
The night you fell down on your knees
To pray in grief alone.
refrain:
Jesus, Lamb of God
Jesus, Lamb of God
Jesus, Lamb of God
Jesus, Lamb of God
The night was dark like lost man's sin,
The grief you bore, their pain within,
You cried out "Not my will, " and then
Salvation's time was born.
The time had come to walk that way
Of sorrow, pain and and sad dismay
And in your death to take away
Man's destiny to die.
They nailed you bloody to the tree,
And you forgave in agony,
And by your death, you set us free,
My Savior and my God.
My Light, my Lord, my God on high,
Amazed at Heaven's love, I sigh,
That you for me would choose to die
To bring me home at last.
to the tune of the Christ Child Lullaby - tune and original song here:
http://www.nigelgatherer.com/tunes/tab/tab1/ccl1.html
Labels: Passion of Christ, Song
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Song about Gethsemane
Standing in the garden,
beneath the olive tree,
Look at him praying,
alone as he could be
He asked them to watch with him,
He asked them to pray
But the sleep stole over them
As he drew away,
Standing in the garden,
He fell down to his knees,
"Abba, Father, Abba,"
He cried beneath the trees.
He asked them to watch with him,
He asked them to pray
But the sleep stole over them
As he drew away,
"Take this cup away from me,
I do not want its wine,"
He prayed in the midnight,
"Not my will, but thine."
He asked them to watch with him,
He asked them to pray
But the sleep stole over them
As he drew away,
Then standing in the garden,
He knew just what to do,
and woke the sleeping men up
So they would know it too.
No time left to watch with him,
no time left to pray.
The soldiers take him to the priest,
now time to run away,
Forgive us Lord for standing there
when we should be with thee,
forgive us Lord for failing to
come with you and see.
Help us to follow you,
help us to pray
And keep us always close to you
lest we should draw away.
Susan E. Stone, 2006
beneath the olive tree,
Look at him praying,
alone as he could be
He asked them to watch with him,
He asked them to pray
But the sleep stole over them
As he drew away,
Standing in the garden,
He fell down to his knees,
"Abba, Father, Abba,"
He cried beneath the trees.
He asked them to watch with him,
He asked them to pray
But the sleep stole over them
As he drew away,
"Take this cup away from me,
I do not want its wine,"
He prayed in the midnight,
"Not my will, but thine."
He asked them to watch with him,
He asked them to pray
But the sleep stole over them
As he drew away,
Then standing in the garden,
He knew just what to do,
and woke the sleeping men up
So they would know it too.
No time left to watch with him,
no time left to pray.
The soldiers take him to the priest,
now time to run away,
Forgive us Lord for standing there
when we should be with thee,
forgive us Lord for failing to
come with you and see.
Help us to follow you,
help us to pray
And keep us always close to you
lest we should draw away.
Susan E. Stone, 2006
Labels: Passion of Christ, Song
