Here is another Keith Green cover. This one will be the last one I'll post until I work the kinks out of the Prodigal Son Suite. It has one mistake... seems they stalk my every recording, but anyway. I hope you enjoy it!
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They say it never rains, it pours. Well, after a drought of no music, my dear blog readers are now being hit by a wave of it! (I'll blame the badgerers... you know who you are!) Anyhow, enough rambling.
Here is me on the piano again playing "Rushing Wind" by Keith Green. It has beautiful words, this song. So I shall post the lyrics as well. There is one major mistake in this song, I'll leave you to find the spot it raised its ugly head. Otherwise, I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I also did a monster recording (13 minutes long) of "The Prodigal Son Suite" also by Keith Green, but there were too many major, major mistakes in it (plus frustrated growls and frantic page turnings) so I will polish it a bit further before you get to see it!
Here is me on the piano again playing "Rushing Wind" by Keith Green. It has beautiful words, this song. So I shall post the lyrics as well. There is one major mistake in this song, I'll leave you to find the spot it raised its ugly head. Otherwise, I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I also did a monster recording (13 minutes long) of "The Prodigal Son Suite" also by Keith Green, but there were too many major, major mistakes in it (plus frustrated growls and frantic page turnings) so I will polish it a bit further before you get to see it!
Rushing Wind
Rushing wind, blow through this temple,
Blowing out the dust within;
Come and breathe your breath upon me:
I've been born again.
Holy Spirit, I surrender; take me where you want to go.
Plant me by your living water,
Plant me deep so I can grow.
Jesus, you’re the one who sets my spirit free;
Use me, Lord; glorify your Holy Name through me.
Separate me from this world, Lord;
Sanctify my life for you.
Daily change me to your image,
Help me bear good fruit.
Ev'ry day you're drawing closer;
Trials come to test my faith.
But when all is said and done, Lord,
You know it's been worth the wait.
Jesus, you’re the one who set my spirit free;
Use me, Lord; glorify your Holy Name through me.
Rushing wind, blow through this temple,
Blowing out the dust within;
Come and breathe you breath upon me,
For I've been born again.
Blowing out the dust within;
Come and breathe your breath upon me:
I've been born again.
Holy Spirit, I surrender; take me where you want to go.
Plant me by your living water,
Plant me deep so I can grow.
Jesus, you’re the one who sets my spirit free;
Use me, Lord; glorify your Holy Name through me.
Separate me from this world, Lord;
Sanctify my life for you.
Daily change me to your image,
Help me bear good fruit.
Ev'ry day you're drawing closer;
Trials come to test my faith.
But when all is said and done, Lord,
You know it's been worth the wait.
Jesus, you’re the one who set my spirit free;
Use me, Lord; glorify your Holy Name through me.
Rushing wind, blow through this temple,
Blowing out the dust within;
Come and breathe you breath upon me,
For I've been born again.
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I just listened to my first version of Keith's Piano Prelude that I uploaded on here quite some time ago, and I have to say I was appalled at how bad it was. I must have played it at lightspeed with a quad-zillion mistakes in between. Anyway, needless to say I thought I had better do a rerun. I also promised to do Create in Me a Clean Heart that comes straight afterwards as well. So here it is!
Notes for the prelude: I made several minimal mistakes in this one, speed being another whoops, but it is much an improvement over the other one.
Notes for c.i.m.a.c.h.: from about half way through this song I didn't read the music. Yes. Shame on me. Anyway, majority of this is add-lib and improvisation. You can tell, because I made quite a handful of mistakes in it. Anyhow, the show must go on! Regardless of the mistakes, I hope you enjoy it.
Talent – of practically any kind – amazes me. When I am a witness to someone’s unique talent, I am sent into a state of complete awe. The fact that these people have talents and abilities I could never achieve only enhances my sense of wonder. My mind is boggled as I observe: it is almost as though throughout the wide variety of talents I am privileged enough to know, I can see God peeking out of each person in a unique way.
Music. I love music with a passion. I sing, listen, and dance to it all day long. The musicians I am blessed to know thrill me with their talents. Watching my cousin open her mouth and sing; the volume and magnitude of her beautiful voice is staggering to me. How must it feel to be able to sing with such ease; to be able to worship God with such a voice? For my part, singing requires a lot of effort, and the effort is telling. How remarkable it must be for your voice to sound so clear and vibrant without trying at all!
I recently listened to a soundtrack of a movie score which was composed by someone I know indirectly over the web. I stare blankly with astonishment as the gorgeous melody pours into my mind, filling my senses. How does one do that? How does someone write music; weaving melodies as one weaves a tapestry, so that it becomes a masterpiece of sounds? My mind cannot begin to grasp how one would write music. For one who loves music so much, the art of composing will forever remain a mystery to me.
I'm not sure what to write in proceeding for this post. This could be a topic for division of opinions, however the Lord put it on my heart to write and share, so this is what I did. I will let the Scriptures speak for themselves.
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“Because you have done this... and have eaten from the tree of which I commanded you, saying ‘You shall not eat of it’...” (Gen 3:14&17)
“Cursed...” (Gen 3:17b)
“If you do not obey the voice of the Lord your God, to observe carefully all His commandments and His statutes which I command you today, that all these curses will come upon you and overtake you...” (Deut 28:15)
“...great and prolonged plagues – and serious and prolonged sicknesses.
“Moreover He will bring back on you all the diseases of Egypt, of which you were afraid, and they shall cling to you.
Also every sickness and every plague, which is not written in the Book of the Law, will the Lord bring upon you until you are destroyed.” (Deut 28:60-61)
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“He sent his word, and healed them.” (Psalm 107:30)
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” (John 1:1)
“And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us.” (John 1:14)
“My son, attend to my words; incline thine ear unto my sayings. Let them not depart from thine eyes; keep them in the midst of thine heart.
For they are life unto those that find them, and health to all their flesh.” (Prov 4:20-22)
“ Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.” (Prov 18:21)
“For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith.” (Mark 11:23)
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More Hemingways! Plus another Wordle.
His hand shook, sketching final details.
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It came from the pen holder.
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The poison drink swirled around temptingly.
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No one saw the sniper's rifle.
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The alien's glassy eyes turned cold.
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The ring glittered on her finger.
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Incomprehensible
By BushMaid
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It was something my mind could barely comprehend...
It flowed smoothly like running water, yet it had the strength of a fierce storm. It soothed, it consoled, and it was warm and comforting as a mother’s hug. At the same time, it burnt like scalding flames and stung like poison. It could fill the air with a presence that threatened your life, and yet it could whisper in the quiet hours of the morning. It held the power of life and death. It scorched my conscience, healed my pain, and filled me with indescribable, incomprehensible joy.
It was His voice.
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Raised
By BushMaid
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God had shown her. She hadn't known why at the time, but now everything became clear. What the Lord had ingrained in her soul was pouring forth in the form of Scripture...
Greater works than these shall you do because I go to my Father...
... He who believes...
Speak to the mountain and it shall move...
... The Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead lives in you...
"In me." Her mind roared the Words.
She felt the Spirit move in her soul as she finally spoke aloud -
"In the name of Jesus, arise."
And the dead man's eyes opened.
"Daddy."
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Whoever the first person was who referred to spring as “waking up”, they were one hundred percent right. It’s like the whole world blinks, rubs its eyes, and when it opens them, the bright sunlight makes them squint. You never see spring coming. One day you’ll walk outside and exclaim with delight that the liquid amber tree has green buds all over its branches. The lawn starts to shoot with new growth, and the paddocks in around the countryside become tinged with a green fuzz of spring grass.
The days become longer, and although the nights are still cold, the air holds a warmth that had been missing all winter long. Blankets are pealed back off beds, windows are opened, and the warm earthy smell of spring wafts through the house, clearing the air of winter’s stuffiness. Birds return to the trees, and the sound of their singing fills the air. Walking outside once again becomes a joy, as bare feet appreciate the warm ground and the constriction of winter clothes are no longer a hindrance.
Spring winds are not so welcome. Gales blow for days on end after every spit of rain. It’s almost as though it is trying to drive every memory of winter away, and remind us of the hot winds of summer to come. When the southerly blows however, it carries warmth, and the promise of long, breathless days.
The fire in the fireplace eventually dies, it becoming too warm for its heat. It is then cleaned of ash, and dusted out; empty and waiting for the next winter to come.
Our adventurous spirit re-awakens, as we find we can now do things outside. Tree climbing is a must, the warm weather now allows our fingers to curl around the branches with confidence, instead of the numbed cold in winter where you always doubt your grip. Ball games return, and bicycles abound. With the new season come new ideas for childish inventions or outdoor games.
With the lengthening days, we find we are now able to run outside and play directly after tea. The setting sun returning to its rightful summer placing in the sky, and it chases our shadows about as we play.
The skies are clear and sapphire blue, the air moist and clean, and the grass new and green. The brief stint of beautiful, clear weather is like the pause before a storm; the quiet break in life, before another summer comes again.
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