January 6th, 2008

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Up to the Mountain

Sunday, January 6th, 2008

Kelly Clarkson (Jeff Beck)

Love this song, love the lyric. Bought it immediately upon hearing her do it.

Enjoy

I went up to the mountain
Because you asked me to
Up over the clouds
To where the sky was blue
I could see all around me
Everywhere
I could see all around me
Everywhere

Sometimes I feel like
I’ve never been nothing but tired
And I’ll be walking
Till the day I expire
Sometimes I lay down
No more can I do
But then I go on again
Because you ask me to

Some days I look down
Afraid I will fall
And though the sun shines
I see nothing at all
Then I hear your sweet voice, oh
Oh, come and then go, come and then go
Telling me softly
You love me so

The peaceful valley
Just over the mountain
The peaceful valley
Few come to know
I may never get there
Ever in this lifetime
But sooner or later
It’s there I will go
Sooner or later
It’s there I will go

Tough Love for a Stubborn church

Sunday, January 6th, 2008

So much to learn from these early apostolic fathers. Notice that Clement quotes from the OT AND Paul as authoritative!

Enjoy.

Clement of Alexandria

Oh my God, shine Your light on us

Sunday, January 6th, 2008

that we might live…

More from Robbie Seay. I just really really like this guy a lot.

Robbie Seay Band - On American Idol!

Sunday, January 6th, 2008

I downloaded this album for free last year during a RELEVANT magazine promotion. It has become a massive encouragement to me. Please buy it (Robbie Seay Band - Give Yourself Away) for yourself and be encouraged also. I’m glad that American Idol’s giving these guys some publicity.

Wake, Isles of the South!

Sunday, January 6th, 2008

“the coastlands wait for His law.” Isaiah 42:4

Wake, isles of the South! Your redemption is near,
No longer repose in the borders of gloom;
The strength of His chosen in love shall appear,
And light shall arise on the verge of the tomb,
And light shall arise on the verge of the tomb.

The billows that girt you, the wild waves that roar,
The zephyrs that play where the ocean storms cease,
Shall bear the rich freight to your desolate shore,
Shall waft the glad tidings of pardon and peace,
Shall waft the glad tidings of pardon and peace.

On the islands that sit in the regions of night,
The lands of despair, to oblivion a prey,
The morning will open with healing and light,
The glad star of Bethlehem brighten today,
The glad star of Bethlehem brighten today.

The heathen will hasten to welcome the time,
The dayspring, the prophet in vision once saw,
When the beams of Messiah will ’lumine each clime,
And the isles of the ocean will wait for His law,
And the isles of the ocean will wait for His law.

William B. Tappan 1822