can't say it better
i thank You God for most this amazingday:
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everythingwich is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,and this is the sun's birthday;
this is the birthday of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
When I was in college I went to lead worship with a friend where we volunteered in a church in Ohio. He was a musician and an organist, Edd Key, and he had a beautiful piece he wanted to play for the prelude. But he wanted a poem read during the time he played but he couldn't find it. He had hunted for it for a long time.
I walked in that Sunday with a Poem I loved but didn't know how it could be incorporated in the worship. Yes, it was THE poem he had hunted for it all worked together so perfect.
I don't know where Ed is anymore. The last I heard he was in Oregon. I saw him a couple of times later and he met John and we had a good time together. We both remembered the morning...he brought the music I brought the poem and God was praised.
What do you bring to this day?
Have a great day.
Bobbie McGarey
@2004
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;
and for everythingwich is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,and this is the sun's birthday;
this is the birthday of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
When I was in college I went to lead worship with a friend where we volunteered in a church in Ohio. He was a musician and an organist, Edd Key, and he had a beautiful piece he wanted to play for the prelude. But he wanted a poem read during the time he played but he couldn't find it. He had hunted for it for a long time.
I walked in that Sunday with a Poem I loved but didn't know how it could be incorporated in the worship. Yes, it was THE poem he had hunted for it all worked together so perfect.
I don't know where Ed is anymore. The last I heard he was in Oregon. I saw him a couple of times later and he met John and we had a good time together. We both remembered the morning...he brought the music I brought the poem and God was praised.
What do you bring to this day?
Have a great day.
Bobbie McGarey
@2004
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