Showing posts with label Lyric. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lyric. Show all posts

Friday, June 06, 2008

Of Worry

"Cease from an inordinate desire of knowing,
for therein is found much distraction and deceit."
-Thomas a Kempis

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I have to laugh

at you, worry;--

who are you

but a demon

I have listened to?


Of things unfinished,

undone,

unbegun;

Of incompletes,

thoughts just conceived;

Of inconceivables

and things unseen;

Unknown,

unshown,

unowned;

Not been

nor shall ever

be for me.



I hate you both:

not mine this time, and

no peace in pining.



And so I hope.

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"May those who say to me, 'Aha! Aha!'
turn back because of their shame."
-Psalm 70:3

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Just a Taste

I've been reading some great poetry by my friend Austin Givens, from his new book I Cry Enough for My Father and other poems. Here's a sample:

On How To Be Human
"I" being the
host tree,
"You" the
ruthless banyan
and soon "I" become "We."
and "You" much bigger then "me."
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Read more, buy, download Austin's book here.

Friday, November 02, 2007

"Midnight Station" (a haiku)

Hair, stand on end o'er
chilled flesh in fluorescent plight,
awaiting nigh flight.

(Copyright Scott Hendricks 2006)

Friday, July 13, 2007

Thanks to Zach for these words

I want to cry and say I'm sorry.
I want to kneel and give you glory.
I want to feel your presence on me.
I want to live and know you love me.

I want to live and know you love me.

I want to tell you that I love you,
But I don't want to say it.
I want to prove it through my actions
Because my words aren't strong enough.

[lyrics by Zach Melton, from "Honest to God" by Rodeo Ruby Love, crossroads of america records 2007]

AMEN.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Song Reflections for Lord's Day July 8, 2007

For some while I've had the idea to publish reflections on the songs we sing in church, especially when I myself have chosen those songs and led singing.

This last Sunday at Lighthouse Community Church (Kalamazoo, MI) we sang:

"Sing to the King" - words and music by Billy James Foote, adapting first verse and theme from "Sing We The King" by Charles Silvester Horne, 1910 [Copyright 2003 EMI CMG].
"How Great Is Our God" - words and music by Christ Tomlin, Jesse Reeves and Ed Cash [Copyright 2004 EMI CMG].
"Above All" - words and music by Lenny LeBlanc and Paul Baloche [Copyright 1999 Integrity's Hosanna! Music/LenSongs Publishing].

All of the songs we sang this Lord's day acclaimed God as our King of all. Our service began with an informal greeting and an invitation to hear God's word. Our reading from Revelation 22:1-5 follows the destruction of Babylon, the doom of Satan, the general resurrection and final judgment. Chapter 21 of the Revelation tells of the new heavens and new earth, and the New Jerusalem, which is also called the bride of the Lamb. This would give us reason to believe that the author is describing the church, and not only a city with walls of defense and buildings like Babel. In contrast, God makes his dwelling with humans. He is their king. After chapter 21, 22:1-5 describes the "River of Life" which flows through the center of the city, with the tree of life growing on both sides of the river, bearing fruit all-year-round for eternal life, for the healing of nations. I particularly chose to read this passage because it mentions the healing of nations in the reign of the Lamb (after the doom of Satan and right before a word from Jesus, "See, I am coming soon" Rev. 22:7). These are themes celebrated in our first song:

"Sing to the King who is coming to reign. Glory to Jesus, the Lamb that was slain. Life and salvation his empire shall bring, And Joy to the nations when Jesus is King. Come, let us sing a song . . . declaring that we belong to Jesus - he is all we need."

The song in its second verse says we will be vigilant in prayer for the coming of our Lord Jesus, after which Satan will be vanquished. It may be a sore spot in many of our spiritual lives that we do not anticipate, prepare and pray for the coming of Jesus enough. In the New Testament, the resurrection and exaltation of Christ are directly related to his return to earth. (For example, in the book of Acts, after Jesus is taken up into heaven, two men dressed in white as the disciples why they are staring at the sky, and remind them that Jesus will return in the exact same way the disciples saw him leave earth.) Any faith in the crucified and risen Jesus must be accompanied by faith in his coming soon to judge the earth, defeat his enemies and reign with those who loved and obeyed him. We Christians bear the testimony that Jesus the crucified has risen and been raised to earth, is Lord of all and is reconciling the world to the Father. We proclaim that God is wanting all people to turn from their wicked ways to receive forgiveness through Jesus' death and life through his resurrection. Therefore, we should heed the warnings of Jesus in the gospels: let us not be found with our lamps empty of oil, without faith as unfaithful servants. Rather, let us be ready for the coming of our master, with faith, reverence and the fear of God.

"How Great Is Our God" celebrates, with the other two songs, the supreme rule of God the LORD (YHWH) over every nation, over all the earth. This was the faith of the Old Testament, and was supposed to be the faith of Israel. God consistently proved to Israel and their enemies that he was sovereign over all the earth (since he created it), and could move kings and armies to do his will. One of the most frequent titles for God in the Old Testament is YHWH of armies (hosts); this is sometimes translated 'the LORD almighty.' In this song the authors urge us (in a most biblical fashion) to sing, see and proclaim "how great is our God."

The greatest irony is, of course, shown us in Revelation 5:12: "Worthy is the Lamb that was slaughtered to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!" "Above All" worships Jesus, who was revealed to us after his resurrection and exaltation above all (powers, kings, nature, creatures, wisdom, human ways, kingdoms, thrones, wonders, wealth, treasures) to have existed before all these things as well. We believe him to be the divine Word and Son of the Father. But we would not have known this except that he lived among us, was crucified, died and was buried, and on the third day was raised to life by the Father, and exalted to God's right hand. Not only did the King of the earth die a criminal's death; more, it is the crucified, the rejected, the slaughtered lamb who did not open his mouth, the humiliated, the scorned, the one who did not seize the kingdom: he is the one who will receive the kingdom, the worship and subjection of all at the end.

He who existed before all things, and was "Above all . . ." was "Crucified, laid behind the stone . . . lived to die rejected and alone, like a rose trampled on the ground. You took the fall, and thought of me above all."

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

"Catastrophe Bag"

by Away With Vega, lyrics by Zach Melton, [with my own structural interpretation based on the song pattern]:

it's gonna take some time
to appreciate my skeleton.
it's what helps me to walk.
it's what keeps me strong.

why are you still sleeping?
wake up! you are missing everything.

i don't mean to bring up any past catastrophes,
but i think it's important to measure all the ground I've covered.
now the rooms are empty, so are the stairs,
unset tables and broken chairs,
and i can't wait to come back home.

i was walking on water.
downstream i fell through.
i know you're near, but i can't hear you.
now i'm not breathing,
and I am sinking deep with you.

hey, wake up!
it's gonna take some time.

Why are you still sleeping?
Wake up, you are missing everything.

Monday, March 26, 2007

translated :: The Canticle of Brother Sun

[Fr[ater] Fra[n]ciscu[s] (S. Benedetto/Subiaco, ca. 1224)]

by Francis of Assisi

Most high, all-powerful, good Lord,
yours are the praises, glory, honor and every blessing,
to you alone are they to be referred,
and no human is worthy to name you.

Be praised, Lord my God, because of all your creatures,
and especially on account of honorable brother Sun,
who makes the day and illumines us by night;
he is handsome and radiant and of great splendor,
and he bears your seal, Lord.

My Lord be praised on account of sister Moon and the stars,
whom he created clear and beautiful in the sky.

My Lord be praised because of brother Wind,
air, cloud, serenity and on account of all the seasons,
through which he serves food for all creatures.

My Lord be praised on account of sister Water,
who is very useful, humble, precious and pure.

My Lord be praised because of brother Fire,
he shines through any night;
he is roseate, golden, invincible and ardent.

My Lord be praised on account of our mother Earth,
who sustains and nourishes us
and produces various fruits
and flowers and herbs of many colors.

Be praised, my Lord, because of those, who for your love have forgiven offenses,
and have patiently sustained tribulation and infirmity.
They are happy, who endure in peace,
for they will receive a crown from you, O most high.

Be praised, my Lord, on account of our sister Death,
whom no one living can evade.

Woe to them, who die in mortal sin!
They are happy, who in the hour of their death find themselves
conformed to your most holy will,
for the second death will not harm them.

Praise and bless my Lord, gratify
and serve Him, all creatures, with great humility!

::In the year of our Lord 1223::

Latin text from BIBLIOTHECA AUGUSTANA.

Excerpt from "Four Word Letter (pt. 2)"

by mewithoutYou

"We hunger, but though all that we eat brings us little relief we don't know quite what else to do,

We have all our beliefs but we don't want our beliefs,

God of peace, we want you."

amen.

Psalm 131

I have recently been intrigued by the 131st Psalm. I have prayed it, sung it, and am seeking to find myself at one with its author in heart:

My heart is not proud, Lord; my eyes are not haughty.
I do not concern myself with great matters, or things too wonderful for me.

But I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother.
Like a weaned child is my soul within me.

Israel, put your hope in the Lord both now and forever more.

::Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit - as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be unto ages of ages. Amen.::

How is a still soul like a weaned child with its mother? What is the meaning of this simile?

What thinkest thou? Please do comment.

Love and Peace,
Scott


Monday, January 08, 2007

"Because He Lives"

God sent his Son- they called Him Jesus;
He came to love, heal and forgive.
He lived and died to buy my pardon;
An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives.

Because He lives I can face tomorrow;
Because He lives, all fear is gone.
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living just because He lives.

by Bill and Gloria Gaither

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Please read this lyric until you grasp its meaning and force.

"To these people I owe my greatest apologies,
for I have been made aware of their needs,
but I'm afraid that I might share in His disgrace."

band: Anathallo
song: I Thought in my Heart, "Come now, I will test you with pleasure to find out what is good." But that also proved to be meaningless
album: Sparrows

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

"Seven Sisters"

These are the lyrics of one of my favorite bands, mewithoutYou. While most of us would agree that song usually consists of sung poetry, this band is unique in that the lead singer essentially dramatically recites his poetry to music. It is quite amazing, and I encourage you to check them out. Anyway, my point is: read these words like you would a poem. I have posted the poem twice—once as it reads from the CD insert, and again as my own linear interpretation.

Seven Sisters

HE MADE THE WORLD A GRASSY ROAD BEFORE OUR BARE, WANDERING FEET, AND CRUSHED THE STONES INTO THE SOFTEST SAND BETWEEN OUR TOES, BUT WE’RE WONDERING WHERE TO SLEEP, CLEVER WORDS ON PAGES TURN TO FRAGMENTS, CIRCLES, POINTS AND LINES, AND COVER THEM LIKE CARPETS, WITH GRACEFUL, MEANINGLESS ORNAMENTAL DESIGNS COME QUICK, YOU LIGHT THAT KNOWS NO EVENEING – COME, ALONE TO THE ALONE! THERE ARE A THOUSAND SANITIES WORTH LEAVING TO TAKE YOUR MADNESS HOME, YOU DANCE INSIDE MY CHEST WHERE NO ONE SEES YOU, BUT SOMETIMES I SEE YOU REJOICE, THE CLEANSING OF MY LIPS – REJOICE, SALVATION OF MY SOUL! BUT I STILL HAVE A THOUSAND HALF-LOVES (OH MY GOD! I WANT TO SHOOT MYSELF JUST THINKING ABOUT IT) AND YOU THINK I DON’T MEAN WHAT I SAY? I MEAN EVERY WORD I SAY. I THREW A STONE DOWN AT THE REFLECTION OF MY IMAGE IN THE WATER, AND IT ALTOGETHER DISAPPEARED. I BURST, IT SHATTERED ME LIKE A BULLET THROUGH A BOTTLE, AND I’M EXPECTED TO BELIEVE THAT ANY OF THIS IS REAL.


Seven Sisters

He made the world a grassy road before our bare, wandering feet
And crushed the stones into the softest sand between our toes,
But we’re wondering where to sleep,
Clever words on pages turn to fragments, circles, points and lines,
And cover them like carpets, with graceful, meaningless ornamental designs.

Come quick, you light that knows no evening – come, alone to the alone!
There are a thousand sanities worth leaving to take your madness home,
You dance inside my chest where no one sees you, but sometimes I see you.

Rejoice, the cleansing of my lips – rejoice, salvation of my soul!
But I still have a thousand half-loves
(Oh my God! I want to shoot myself just thinking about it)
And you don’t think I mean what I say? I mean every word I say.

I threw a stone at the reflection of my image in the water, and it altogether disappeared.
I burst, it shattered me like a bullet through a bottle,
And I’m expected to believe that any of this is real.


http://www.mewithoutyou.com/

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Emily Dickinson Writing Assignment

This is a writing assignment I did for my World Literature class. We had to choose an Emily Dickinson poem and write a reflection on it:

1768.
Lad of Athens, faithful be
To Thyself,
And Mystery—
All the rest is Perjury—


Part 1

As I was browsing the online database of Emily Dickinson’s poetry, I saw only the first line to this poem, and clicked on the link to it—because I consider myself a student; not just someone who goes to school, but someone who is eager to learn (the meaning of the Latin root of the word student, studere, means “to be eager for”). I took “Lad of Athens . . .” to refer to the student, as historically Athens was known as a center of learning and philosophy. Indeed it is the place whence “Western civilization” has its origin. It is probably also worth mention that the name Athens (Gk Athenai, Lat. Athenae) was named after Athena, goddess of war and, especially pertinent here, wisdom. We also recall the famous quote of the church father Tertullian, “What hath Athens to do with Jerusalem?” He was emphasizing the irrelevance of the pagan Academy (which had its origins in Athens) to the Church.

I chose this poem not only because I am a student, but also because it speaks of the virtue of honesty, which is a large issue for any who studies—to set aside one’s bias for the sake of truth. This is especially a crucial issue for the Christian academic, as we must avoid the compartmentalization of truth into separate cubicles of “our faith” and “general truth.”

This poem’s major theme is the student’s constant duty to be honest—with himself and with mystery. This faithfulness to mystery could mean many things. It may refer to the learner’s responsibility to seek knowledge of the unknown. On the other hand, it may refer to the necessity of humility—the student’s duty to recognize the limitations of his human capacity; that there will always be more to know; that we can never stop learning. The reader may also interpret ‘Mystery’ to refer to God, but to me that seems a desperate attempt for the poem to be spiritual, forsaking the immediate context of ‘Athens.’

Here is my reading: Student, be honest with yourself. Earnestly seek to understand that which you do not, while simultaneously realizing that there is no pinnacle to be attained; be humbled by the notion that much will remain unknown to you. Outside of these you lie to yourself. Do not turn a blind eye to truth that hurts, or that you do not understand. Examine everything to receive what is true, but never let your knowledge be frozen, for what is to be known is infinite and you are not.

Part 2

Lately I have been in discussion with friends and professors, and am also considering writing a book on the place of truth in the Christian’s faith. I have come to a realization over the past year that the world is not as black and white as I thought it was, and as for those “moral relativists,” well—I have become one of them (with good scriptural defense; Paul was one, see discussions on eating meat sacrificed to idols in Romans or 1 Corinthians). After my first year of college there remains not so much that is universal.

And so, for the Christian scholar, it can be frightful to study the origins of one’s faith, examining outside influences and inconsistencies, while still trying to remain faithful to what we think to be our religion. For example, my friend Dusty is taking Religions of the World right now, and is very interested in the development of the doctrine of hell. If it was not a part of Jewish thought until after the exile, when it was integrated by the Jews from a foreign religion, then how do we still believe in its legitimacy? These are the kinds of things that make this faith of ours into a frayed rope, Dusty says, and we have many loose ends. It seems that people either hang on to that frayed rope so tightly that it cuts their hands, or they coat it with rubber so that it’s easier to hold onto, ignoring the frayed ends. We have a problem. If we really believe that our faith is true, then we must believe it is so. We cannot divide truth into boxes of “Christian truth” and “secular truth” if the facts found in both boxes happen to be so.

From the wisdom of many professors who have dealt with this very issue, I have gleaned the one thing that I can be sure of even if the Scriptures were proved to be false—the creeds. I can say, if all else fails, that Christ was born, Christ was crucified, dead, buried; Christ is risen, Christ will come again. These are the main tenets of my faith, and to them I can cling no matter what.

So the academic virtue of honesty, and thus avoidance of denial, has become very real to me over the past few months. I may come across things in my studies that do not fit well with all I have been brought up to believe. However, if I deny these things, or even worse ignore them all together and choose not to deal with them at all, I become a liar to those outside my faith; one who is not willing to be honest, one who commits perjury.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Emily Dickinson, 193

Today in World Literature class were reading Emily Dickinson, and this is one of the poems we read.  I really appreciated it, so I thought I would post it here:

193

I shall know why—when Time is over—
And I have ceased to wonder why—
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

He will tell me what "Peter" promised—
And I—for wonder at his woe—
I shall forget the drop of Anguish
That scalds me now—that scalds me now!

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Proverbs 11:21 and a pre-modern hermeneutic

The other day my mother was reading the book of Proverbs, and she ran across this verse:

“You can be sure that evil people will be punished, but the children of the godly will go free” (NLT).

Although it probably wasn’t the Holy Spirit speaking, my mom said the verse stuck out to her as in her mind she added the following words to the end of the verse: “. . . to Indiana Wesleyan University.”

By the grace of God my sister and I are attending IWU at little or no cost to our family thanks to our generous financial aid packages.

That verse is underlined in my mom’s Bible.

Postscriptum: ‘Hermeneutics’ is the study of the methodological principles of interpretation (as of the Bible). A ‘pre-modern’ hermeneutic would be one that relies less heavily on outside sources for understanding the original meaning, and more heavily on the principle that ‘scripture interprets scripture,’ and trusts the Holy Spirit speak to the reader through the Biblical text.

Post postscriptum: If my mother had really ‘let scripture interpret scripture,’ then she would have immediately disregarded her mental addendum, as the end of Revelation states: “And I solemnly declare to everyone who hears the prophetic words of this book: If anyone adds to anything to what is written here, God will add to that person the plagues described in this book.”