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I posted the lyrics to this song in the Subject Songlist - Encouragement post. However, I could not find a video. So, since I love this song so much, I decided to be a bit nerdy and do something really out there, and video it off the TV. *grins*

For a bit of background, Colin Buchanan has to be Australia's greatest children's entertainer. He used to be a part of Australia's biggest kid's TV show called "Playschool". Now he is a singer/songwriter of children's Christian songs. He has made five or six music DVDs for kids, and countless concerts around Australia. (and a think some parts of the world!) This is from Colin Buchanan's latest live concert on video, The Colin Concert DVD. 

*please note!* Forgive the poor quality... recording off the TV onto a camera balanced on a chair does nasty things to quality.

The Lord is King - Colin Buchanan



You might've seen bad things happening
On the TV news
You might've been worrying bout the world
Wonderin' what'll happen to you.
But put your trust in God alone,
'Cause He's still sitting on His mighty throne.


Because the Lord is King
He's gonna look after everything, everything.
The Lord is King.
He's gonna look after everything, every single thing in this world.

'Cause this is His world. 

You might get sad and wonder
Why there's so much pain
Why we let the same mistakes
Happen over and over again
Our sinful ways will always fail
But God and his ways will prevail


Because the Lord is King
He's gonna look after everything, everything.
The Lord is King.
He's gonna look after everything, every single thing in this world.

'Cause this is His world.

*careful you don't hit anyone on the head with these*

You kings be wise, you rulers
Hear the Lord's decree
He sees, He knows, He'll judge
In fearsome majesty
But blessed are all who find their place
In the shelter of His grace


Because the Lord is King
He's gonna look after everything, everything.
The Lord is King.
He's gonna look after everything, every single thing in this world.

'Cause this is His world.

Yeah, this is His world...
And He loves the world.
~
This is a drabble I wrote for Holy Worlds' "Write a Story from a Single Scripture Verse" quest. The verse is:

"So I hated life, because the work that is worked under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a chasing after wind." - Ecclesiastes 2:17

And here is the drabble:

~*~*~*~
Nothing but Vanity
By BushMaid
~*~*~*~

The man lying on the bed was jabbering unintelligibly and twitching at intervals. His hands flew about in bizarre patterns, as though conducting an invisible orchestra.

“What is the matter with him?” Asked a smartly dressed businessman standing by the bed.

“I haven’t a clue.” The doctor replied. “This is a man who has achieved everything in life, wealth, fame, power, the works. Looking at his health records, the worst issue he has ever had would be a common cold.”

“Can you understand anything he says?”

The doctor frowned, puzzled. “All we can make out is ‘Vanities, nothing but smoke’.” 

~
Here is a 5,020 word story I wrote for a friend's magazine. (She wanted a much shorter story, but... yeah, ok. I got carried away!) Since I haven't done a lot of writing, arty, or musical things lately, I'll post this one. I wrote it about a year ago, so if you see a few sticky/rough spots, it's because it hasn't an editor's eye on it yet.

~*~*~*~
True Refuge
By BushMaid
~*~*~*~

Year: 1428. Place: Orleans, France. Jeanne d'Arc has gathered her army and is preparing to defend the town of Orleans from the invading English.

*~*~*

"Don't worry, Mademousielle, the journey is not much farther,"

"Merci - thankyou Richart."

Richart let his troubled gaze linger on the young woman's face. Mounted on her steed, her shoulders were slumped, and her eyes betrayed the weariness she felt. In fact, they all felt. They had been many days travelling. The dreary weather of rain and mud on the road had them all living in wet, bedraggled clothes, slathered in grime. The horses had not faired much better; their legs mud-caked, and the caparisons that covered them stained from the sloppy conditions. Yes, they would all be glad to reach their destination. Night was falling, and the plodding hoofbeats of the travelling horses were the only sound breaking the dismal silence. 

Richart glanced at the sky. "Looks like rain again," he muttered. "Hope we reach town before it starts; we'll all likely drown if it gets any wetter."

"Knowing our luck, it will most likely hail," Casin, the young boy leading the pack horse, stated despondently.

Slowly the passage came to the crest of the hill and paused before descending.

"Finally, we are here," sighed Richart. "The castle in which we are promised protection is on the edge of the city, Lady De La Faloise'. It shan't take us long to get there."

"Oui, Richart. Let us hurry."

Lights shone through several windows throughout the town, but on the whole, it was strangely dark and quiet. Their arrival caused little stir, which was unusal for a town so large.
Since I've been slack lately I haven't got any writing done. Shame on me. Anyway, I thought it was high time I did a post on music to novel by, chiefly movie scores (and the composers) and instrumental playing. I'm posting the music by artist, even though there are some artists that I only know a few of. I thought I'd post some photos too, since we rarely know what these people look like! So, here goes!

Tommy Emmanuel
I can't go past this epic guitarist. He is the only guitarist I listen to, is my favourite, and I met him. Hence, he gets pole on the grid! This guy can do anything; and deliver any feeling you need to listen to to get yourself in the right writing mood. Soulful, exciting, happy, gentle, blue, or climax sounding, he can do it all! Here are a few to show you what I mean:
Happy Hours
Ruby's Eyes
The Trails
Jack Magic
Angelina


Hans Zimmer
Here is one we all know! Hans Zimmer is the master of film scores, and has supplied us authors with bountiful music tracks to boost our imaginations. Chief among his movie scores that I have found awesome and inspiring:

Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End
Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron
Prince of Egypt

Alan Silvestri
Another composer who isn't as well known as our Hans Zimmer, Alan Silvestri still has composed some pretty epic scores, including the well known theme from "Back to the Future". However my favourite would have to be the theme from "Forrest Gump". It has one of the most beautiful, pure, and touching melodies that you could ever hear, and it relates so well with Tom Hanks' character in the movie.

Back to the Future
Forrest Gump


Last night I couldn't get to sleep, my mind was way too busy; probably thinking how I was turning ancient today! Anyway, 10:30pm last night, I thought the only remedy would be to write a poem. So I did. *grins*

~*~*~*~
 Number of Years
By BushMaid
~*~*~*~

I'm sitting up; it's very late,
My mind just won't keep still.
I'm thinking of tomorrow's date-
Just up over the hill.

Birthdays are few and far between,
Mine comes on the morrow;
Farewell to year of sweet eighteen,
Parting is such sorrow.

Although the year had ups and downs,
It was a joy to live;
I'm thankful for more smiles then frowns-
Much easier to give.

I think of all my years of life,
At times they seem so few:
The wisdom learnt through joy and strife,
So little that I knew.

Then other times it seems to me,
My years are very long.
For adulthood from here I see-
For me it seems so wrong.

But now I say, "My heart, fear not!
Has God brought you thus far?"
For of years left I have a lot,
Life's door barely ajar.

With confidence now: face the day,
The Bible as my guide;
To lead my life in God's own way
With Jesus by my side.

~
Ok, this is another story hook for a novel that hasn't even seen the light of day yet. It is merely an idea I have been kicking around for months, and hasn't been aired yet. I guess one of these days I will satisfy my inner storyteller by writing the whole novel down good and proper, but for now I am just posting this drabble/story hook. A summary may follow, if I feel like writing it down.

~*~*~*~
Written by the Author
BushMaid
~*~*~*~

The alarm sounds. I get up. Shuffle to the kitchen for an essential cup of coffee. Dress for work. Paperwork. Briefcase. Lunch. Handbag. I have everything. I stop at the hall mirror to make sure it’s really me standing there. Yup. Average height, average weight, blue eyed, blonde, freckled, half asleep me. Check. I leave the house. It’s raining. I don’t have an umbrella. I arrive at the office soaking wet.

“You’re late.” Says the boss.

I slump into my desk and gaze at the lifeless computer screen. This is my life. I am an author. And I hate it.

~
Here is part three of "The Gift of Grace: Kelita's Crown". You can see part 1 here and part 2 here.


~*~*~*~
The Gift of Grace: Kelita's Crown
By BushMaid
~*~*~*~

“Well done, my good and faithful servant.”

The strong, deep voice broke the stillness. Kelita turned slowly. The King was standing on the edge of the lake, gazing at her with eyes so full of love that Kelita felt her heart would break. Moving forward, the princess opened her mouth to speak, when she suddenly felt something above her head. She looked up and there, sparkling and glistening in the bright sunlight, was her crown. There was no trace of the blackened, cracked mass that she saw fall to the floor earlier. It had been restored to its former glory. A whirlwind of emotions filled her mind as the wind and light engulfed her, the crown becoming a part of her once again. As the wind died away, Kelita walked towards her Father, the King. Kneeling before Him in the pure white snow, she gazed up at His face.

“Father, I have sinned, and am no longer worthy to be called your child.” Her voice wavered through the admission, her eyes brimming with tears.

King Jezoar reached out His hand and lifted Kelita to her feet. Cupping her face with His hands, and looked deeply into her eyes.

“Daughter,” He said earnestly. “Neither death nor life, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing can separate you from my love. For I am always ready to forgive when I hear you call on me. As far as the east is from the west, I have removed your transgression.”

Tears ran down Kelita’s face as she listened to the wonderful words of her Father.

“You are my daughter, whom I love. I will never leave nor forsake you, sweetheart.” The King smiled. “You chose well, and your gift has been restored to you.”

With a heart full to overflowing with gratitude and love, Kelita was folded into her Father’s embrace.

~*~

Princess Kelita learnt a lesson that day that she never forgot. She knew now that the talents and gifts she had were not her own. They were her Father’s. It was her responsibility to use them in a way that would bring her Father happiness, because in happiness, there she found her own joy.

The Snow Queen was never heard of again. Although there were times that Kelita thought she heard the softest whispering of her voice, she never heeded it. Using her own gifts in self gratification would never bring her happiness, as she had found out. She went about her Father’s business with gladness, knowing her talent and the gift of Grace were being used for the greatest purpose: running the King’s beautiful kingdom.

Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding... She shall give to thine head an ornament of grace: a crown of glory shall she deliver to thee.
(Proverbs 4:7 & 9)


The End
Here is part two of three of "The Gift of Grace: Kelita's Crown". You can read part one here.


~*~*~*~
The Gift of Grace: Kelita's Crown - Part 2
By BushMaid
~*~*~*~

Kelita’s thoughts had come full circle by the time she opened her eyes. She stood on the edge of a vast frozen lake outside of Chios, on the edge of the kingdom. Her Father stayed behind. He would be watching, she knew; but He could not help her. Everything was hinged on the decision she was yet to make. Kelita folded her hands to her chest, feeling the warmth of her pounding heart.

“I love my talent,” She whispered to the breeze, a single tear rolling down her face, leaving a frozen trail on her cheek.

Is it yours? A tiny voice inside her whispered.

Before she could think further, Kelita saw the Snow Queen advance towards her. She appeared beautiful. Dressed in a frosty blue dress that fluttered in the wind, she had drawn a white cape around her shoulders, and the hood covered her head. As she approached Kelita, she removed the hood, and Kelita gasped. The queen’s face was like one that had been carved from ice. Her blue skin reflected no light, and like the ice of the lake, it radiated a cold air. But it was her eyes thought made Kelita’s heart leap to her throat. They were black as coal, and heartless as stone. Mercilessly, those eyes glinted at her. Her white spiked hair giving Kelita chills.

“Foolish girl.” The voice cracked out. It was sharp as splintered glass. “That you would have second thoughts! I had you the whole way, and now you hesitate. Why should the King deny you the pleasure of your own talent? Why do you serve Him when He does not even allow His subjects the privilege of doing what they please with their own gifts? Why serve a King that asks for your all?”

Kelita remained silent.

The Snow Queen scrutinized her intensely. “There may be hope for you yet.” She said eventually. Stepping back a pace, the queen held out her hand, palm up. Slowly, a glow began pulsing in their air above her hand, and as the glow grew larger, Kelita could see forms taking shape inside it. She saw grand ice castles, kingdoms, money, fame, luxuries, people waving their arms... Kelita leaned forward and gazed at the sight of such splendours.

“All this and more are yours if you use your talent for me,” the Snow Queen whispered, laying a blue-skinned hand on Kelita’s arm. That broke the spell and Kelita jumped back, shuddering from the deadly touch of the queen’s frozen skin. The glow stopped, and the queen moved out over the ice to the opposite end of the lake.
“It’s your choice.” Her voice echoed.
Here is the story that follows the story hook drabble which I originally wrote for the "Write a Story from a Single Song" challenge from Holy Worlds. The song is "The Portrait" from the movie "Titanic". It's quite long (3,115 words, before finishing the editing) so I'm going to post it in installments. I would really appreciate any advice or criticism of it! (Please note: This is the first piece of fantasy work I've done outside of the Spiritual warfare genre) PS. Don't let the sparkly picture I toyed with in photoshop turn you off!


~*~*~*~
The Gift of Grace: Kelita's Crown - Part 1
By BushMaid
~*~*~*~

Princess Kelita’s eyes slid shut as a wave of emotion washed over her. Words, actions and feelings from the past flooded back to her, echoing through her mind. Adoration. Excitement. Fame. Admonishment. Rejection. Fear. The long ago words of her Father’s mentor came back to her hauntingly.

“The power of your talent is great, and if you continue to abuse it, it will lead to your destruction. But if you surrender it to the King, He will use the talent through you more powerfully then you could ever imagine.”

How Kelita wished she had heeded the wise words of her Father’s counsellor.

The kingdom of Crystallis was ruled by King Jezoar. However, the land of ice and snow was so large that He rarely stayed in one city for long. The largest city, Chios, He left in the hands of His daughter. After entrusting her with a gift that would become powerful under the proper use, He left for a distant realm, and the people of Chios did not see Him for many years.
Kelita remember the gift, and the day of its giving just like it were yesterday.
I'm sorry, you must be quite over poetry by now, but I've been feeling very poetic of late, and you must take advantage of inspiration when it strikes. * smiles * To make up for it, I've posted some pictures with it!


~*~*~*~
Ode to the Moon
By BushMaid
~*~*~*~

Oh moon, where do you go all day?
Where is the place you hide away?
The wistful words you make me say,
As you so brightly shine.

So many times I talk to you,
When feeling down or feeling blue,
Seldom are my friends so true,
I wish that you were mine.

I wonder on what you have seen;
Where you are going, where you've been.
The fields you've washed with light so clean,
Filling the nighttime sky.

Are there others who gaze on thee?
Feeling lonely and small like me?
How many people do you see
As nighttime passes by?

Here is my first drabble, which is quite poor, that is a precursor to a short story I am writing. (which is coming along miserably, at the moment as you will eventually find out) However, I will not be deterred! I plan on finishing this story even if it explodes the epic fail scale! Anyway, enough motivational speaking, here's the drabble.

~*~*~*~
Surrender
By BushMaid
~*~*~*~

She was skating, feeling the edge of the metal skates biting into the ice. Her emotions raged and battled within her heart. I don’t want to surrender my talent! She screamed silently, knowing it was wrong. I can give you more if you serve Me with your talent. Pushing against the frozen lake, she spun, flew, flying in a tempest. She felt peace. Take it, I give it to You, she whispered, a tear leaving a frozen track on her face. The raging emotion seemed to burst out of her heart, and she skated like never before. Joy. She smiled. 
Before bed at night, I open my window to get some fresh air in the room. My bed is right up against the window sill, so as I kneel, I look right out into the dark, and feel the cool breeze. Autumn is here in Australia, and the night air is filled with the scent of smoke from burning off fires. It brings back happy memories of when my siblings and I were little. So, feeling in a poetic mood, I wrote a poem!


~*~*~*~
Sweet Recollections
By BushMaid
~*~*~*~

Pressing my hand against the pane,
I let my mind roam wild,
I think of all those days again;
The days I was a child.

The wafting smell of smoky air,
The Autumn scented breeze;
Brings memories of playing there,
And climbing tall gum trees.

Brothers - sisters - the games we played,
The thoughts of them return,
The forts we built, the toys we made,
So many things to learn.

Music is one of the largest parts of my life. I honestly can't go a day without listening to some form of it, and I listen to a huge - I'm talking huge - variety. So I thought every now and then I would post a subject and a few songs I find speak to me especially well. Since life has been up and down for me lately, I thought I would post several songs (as well as lyrics) to do with encouragement. Some of these songs will have YouTube videos to go with them, but if I can't find the vids, I'll post the lyrics. Hope you enjoy them!

Trials Turned to Gold
Keith Green

When I Hear the Praises Start
Keith Green

The Lord is King
Colin Buchanan
You might've seen bad things happening
On the TV news
You might've been worrying bout the world
Wonderin' what'll happen to you.
But put your trust in God alone,
'Cause He's still sitting on His mighty throne.


Because the Lord is King
He's gonna look after everything, everything.
The Lord is King.
He's gonna look after everything, every single thing in this world.

'Cause this is His world. 

You might get sad and wonder
Why there's so much pain
Why we let the same mistakes
Happen over and over again
Our sinful ways will always fail
But God and his ways will prevail


Because the Lord is King
He's gonna look after everything, everything.
The Lord is King.
He's gonna look after everything, every single thing in this world.

'Cause this is His world.


You kings be wise, you rulers
Hear the Lord's decree
He sees, He knows, He'll judge
In fearsome majesty
But blessed are all who find their place
In the shelter of His grace


Because the Lord is King
He's gonna look after everything, everything.
The Lord is King.
He's gonna look after everything, every single thing in this world.

'Cause this is His world.

Yeah, this is His world...
And He loves the world.
~



The Lord Don't Change At All
Colin Buchanan

I am the Lord, and I do not change.
I am the Lord and I do not change,
Kingdoms rise, and kingdoms fall,
But the Lord don't change at all.
No, the Lord don't change at all.

God chose Israel long and long ago,
And when Israel sinned, God never let them go.
Listen to Him...

I am the Lord, and I do not change.
I am the Lord and I do not change,
Kingdoms rise, and kingdoms fall,
But the Lord don't change at all.
No, the Lord don't change at all.

There are times we feel like we could walk on air,
When that feeling's gone, God's love will still be there.
Listen to Him...

I am the Lord, and I do not change.
I am the Lord and I do not change,
Kingdoms rise, and kingdoms fall,
But the Lord don't change at all.
No, the Lord don't change at all.

He keeps every promise, and His Word is true.
What He is He says, and what He says He'll do.
Listen to Him...

I am the Lord, and I do not change.
I am the Lord and I do not change,
Kingdoms rise, and kingdoms fall,
But the Lord don't change at all.
No, the Lord don't change at all.

Kingdoms rise, and kingdoms fall,
He wisely, wonderfully holds them all,
Blessed are all those who on Him call,
'Cause the Lord don't change at all.
~

All I Ever Have to Be
Amy Grant

Aaaaand that's about all I can think of from my own personal collection of encouraging songs. For the moment! I hope you enjoyed them!
Here is a poem that has a picture that corresponds with it slightly. I wrote the poem when I was bored, and I drew the picture to dedicate to my good friends that work at the Library.

~*~*~*~
Inspiration
By BushMaid
~*~*~*~

I stare at a white piece of paper so clean,
Dreaming of things that have never been seen.

Before my eyes things start to grow;
Clinging and springing on the page below:

A knight on a horse is galloping past;
Out flashes a race car, travelling fast.

A lady dancing in an old-fashioned gown,
A one-handed pirate wearing a frown.

A loud pistol shot, a civil war has begun;
Alien life forms in their ship on the run.

Figures from history leap from the page,
From every imaginable time and age;

Past to future, it sweeps me by-
Tales of love, adventure and lie;

Swiftly as came, the imaginations cease:
Leaving me the plain, simple white piece.

Only a piece of paper, that's all you can see-
Only a piece of paper? inspiration to me!


This is a 1,999 word short story that came first in Holy World's Christmas competition. It's not without it's major flaws, however. The judges comments were really helpful and instructive, chief among their points was that I wrote it too close to Frank Peretti's style. Which is true. Note to self: Don't read a book that turns out to be a new favourite before you write a short story. Even so, I thought I would share it here.

~*~*~*~
The Victory
By BushMaid
~*~*~*~

The warrior stood about nine feet tall as he waited on the sidewalk of the busy street. No one saw him; in fact, he was completely invisible to every person passing by. Could someone see him, they would note his deeply tanned, olive skin and his golden curly hair. The most startling feature however, was his eyes. They were white blue, almost glowing like a flickering blue flame, a gaze that seemed to bore straight through to one’s soul. Right now, they were watchful and waiting.

He was nervous. His hand strayed often to the hilt of his sword, hidden slightly by the folds of his hempen shirt. Glancing across the street, he noticed his companion emerge through the brick wall of the shopping complex. He walked across to him, traffic flowing through his body as though he wasn’t even there.

“Did you see her?” He whispered softly. His ebony friend nodded. 

“She wasn’t what I expected,” He admitted, his voice low. The black man beckoned as he turned and strode through the revolving doors of a shopping complex, the doors not revolving. He didn’t speak until they were both standing furthest from the flow of people in a corner gift shop. 

“I thought she would be older,” He said at length. “But thanks to one lady’s dying prayer and someone’s empty pantry, the Spirit may help us save a life today. Do you have enough help, Simri?”

The blonde angelic warrior frowned thoughtfully. “I have alerted Zattu, he is ready. I’m waiting on Attai,” He said at length. “His presence here may tip the balance in our favour, but he has been delayed. Gibbar, we will have to put the plan into action without him... hoping he’ll make it.”

“Let’s go then,” Gibbar glanced at a shadow that flickered momentarily on the ceiling before he melted into the floor like a puddle of ink, disappearing from sight. 

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