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Sing an Old Psalm Newly | Running on Faith
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137 (Gideon’s Winepress). The Weaver’s Violin. Something within me is holding the reins; all I can say is Praise God, I got something within me. Sing an Old Psalm Newly. Posted by Joel f. Asymp; 1 Comment. This morning I went to a workshop at Redeemer by The Psalm Project. To get a demonstration of what I’m trying to describe. My main complaint is that they’ve chosen to do away with the “old” “church modes” — Dorian, Phrygian, et. Anyways, if this is a vision of the future for music in our Reformed churc...
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137 (Gideon’s Winepress) | Running on Faith
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137 (Gideon’s Winepress). The Weaver’s Violin. Something within me is holding the reins; all I can say is Praise God, I got something within me. 137 (Gideon’s Winepress). A personal paraphrase of Psalm 137:1-7. We are the homeless here: held captive. In silence, and unwanted; taunted. They jibe “so where is your God now? We sit by muddy gutters fed. By our tears. Truth? It trickles, mute,. From flick’ring streetlamps, and our songs. 8212; our songs? As if the dumb could sing. We could remember every ray.
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Manual labour | Running on Faith
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137 (Gideon’s Winepress). The Weaver’s Violin. Something within me is holding the reins; all I can say is Praise God, I got something within me. Posted by Joel f. Asymp; Leave a comment. I’m back in Hamilton, laying sod during the day and spending time with old friends in the evenings which is wonderful, but rather tiring. I’m pretty out of shape for sod laying! Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Mercies Journal | Running on Faith
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137 (Gideon’s Winepress). The Weaver’s Violin. Something within me is holding the reins; all I can say is Praise God, I got something within me. Posted by Joel f. Asymp; Leave a comment. One of the enjoyments of reading devotional literature from the early modern period is that it’s an easy and pleasant connection to make from the text to my own life. Tangent 1: “A Point of Literary Theory.” I think it’s central to an honest, involved, active. Is that this means. Tangent 2: “Period? 1550-1650. Not to...
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40 | Running on Faith
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137 (Gideon’s Winepress). The Weaver’s Violin. Something within me is holding the reins; all I can say is Praise God, I got something within me. A personal paraphrase of Psalm 40:1-8, 17. I waited, patient, for the Lord,. And soon He turned, and heard my cry. Deliv’ring me from enemies. That plagued my soul, that drew me down. Into despairing mires of doubt;. Lifting me out of quicksand, setting. My feet upon a rock: Himself. Establishing anew the song. That on my lips had died before–. I love your inter...
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Lapsus Calami: return to Narnia
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Just like that, I'm back. The world is whiter now than when I left, although today is beautifully clear and sunny. Yesterday I flew in just before the storm really established itself on one of the last flights from Washington, DC for the day. Tuesday morning began in what had become typical morning fashion. Oh those mornings where the sun was completely up by 6.30! Definitely on the count for the happy days challenge! One last picture of Recife. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Lapsus Calami: February 2013
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A gift stitched, hammered, woven:. The curtains and pictures hung on my wall by my dad when I first moved in to this apartment. 3 gifts found when bent down:. A distinctive bootprint found in the snow. A photograph that has fallen to the floor. Being eye level with a younger sibling. I'm three days behind, but here is a wonderful challenge for the month of February: to find things of joy each and every day. Love - generic, but such a blessing! Pictures from my siblings drawn with love. Writing itself as ...
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Lapsus Calami: January 2013
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Screaming english major fan girls. In preparation for a class in three weeks, I have begun to read Charles Dickens' Little Dorrit. Now, as much as I adore A Tale of Two Cities. And swoon at the ending every time and enjoy my soon-to-be-annual reading of A Christmas Carol. Dickens' diction in Little Dorrit. Is phenomenal, eliciting giggles as the result of ridiculous passages. Some have Facebook, some have Twitter, I have When In Academia. And North and South. Now it is time to stretch those muscles and p...
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Lapsus Calami: 9/100
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The founders of Esther's Children came for breakfast today. Actually meeting them solidifies the reality of the project - I've seen it in action, and now I've met the mother-daughter duo who is responsible for its conception and execution. The Lord continues to work in wonderful ways. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My tongue is the pen of a skillful writer - ps. 45:1. Slowly but surely learning. View my complete profile. Artist, Poet, Singer, where are you going today? Jordan and Amanda Ellens.
