GreaThings--Day 6. (November 13)

Day 6

Lyrics that have meant something special this year.

Oh, yay! My favourite subject! (Well, you might not guess it...but it's true.) Which one should we sing first? Just a quick note before I start: not all the songs in the videos have the same verses as I supplied. I hope you won't mind this! :D And yes--I do like Jim Reeves songs.

       1. Precious Memories.

Precious mem'ries, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
As the sacred past unfold.

Precious mem'ries, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

As I travel on life's pathway
I know not what the years may hold
And as I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious mem'ries floods my soul.

Precious mem'ries how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold...

       2. The Padre of Old San Antone.
I strolled to an old mission garden and as I was kneeling alone
An arm gently fell on my shoulder it was the padre of old San Antone
We went for a walk in the garden and as we were talking alone
He told why he came to the mission to the mission in old San Antone
Then the chapel bells they rang and an angel chorus sang
"Mi amor mi amigo" from the sky
Then he kneeled down to pray in the garden and whispered Mi amore mi Corazonne
Then I knew that his love was an angel the padre of old San Antone

        


       3. Teach Me How to Pray. A sad reminder, but I love the song.
(Daddy, my daddy, teach me how to pray.)
One night a sleepy little boy knelt beside my bed.
He smiled, and looked into my eyes, and this is what he said,
'Daddy, my daddy, you've taught me lots today,
So Daddy, my daddy, teach me how to pray.
You brought me home a brand new kite, showed me how to fly.
And there ain't no other kid who's dad can knock a ball so high!
I'd like to thank God for you, but I don't know what to say.
So Daddy, my daddy, teach me how to pray.
I had to turn and leave his room, and he began to cry.
I didn't want my boy to know--but so did I.
His best pal had forsaken him, but what was there to say?
For Daddy, his daddy, had forgotten how to pray.
(Daddy, my Daddy, teach me how to pray.)

      4. The Value of One. This has to be one of my most favourite songs this year. Whenever I hear it on the online radio, a few shivers run up and down my spine. It's so hauntingly beautiful! (don't worry about the radio; Old Fashioned Christian Music Radio is a all-music station that plays great old fashioned Christian music with NO 'Christian Rock', and Dad and Mum have approved it--it's the only radio I ever listen to)
                         THE SONG:
Could it be that up in heaven, God is sitting on his throne
Anticipating another sinner will soon become his own.
Years of wasted living and years of toil and strife
Are just about to be over as he receives the gift of life.

Chorus:
Go sound the horn strike up the choir.
A sinner is saved. Saved from the fire ,
No more in darkness--he's received my Son,
All heaven rejoices; that's the value of one.

The Holy Spirit has been working to soften up a heart.
All He needs is a willing servant to simply do his part,
Can you imagine up in heaven the joy there is that day,
As a sinner bows his head to pray, can't you hear the father say...

Start construction on the mansion, there on hallelujah street.
He doesn't know yet what is waiting, when the Saviour he'll meet...he'll meet 

   


       5. How Deep the Father's Love for Us.
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

   


       6. In Christ Alone.
In Christ alone, my hope is found, He is my light, my strength, my song
This cornerstone, this solid ground, Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace, when fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My comforter, my all in all, here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, who took on flesh, Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness, Scorned by the ones he came to save
Till on that cross, as Jesus died, The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on him was laid; Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground, His body lay, Light of the world in darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day, Up from the grave he rose again!
And as he stands in victory, Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am his and He is mine, Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death, This is the pow'r of Christ in me.
From life's first cry to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man, Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till he returns or calls me home, Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand!

      7. We Have this Moment.
Hold tight to the sound of the music of living,
Happy songs from the laughter of children at play;
Hold my hand as we run through the sweet fragrant meadows,
Making mem'ries of what was today.

Chorus:

We have this moment to hold in our hands
and to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand;
Yesterday's gone and tomorrow may never come,
But we have this moment today.

Tiny voice that I hear is my little girl calling,
For Daddy to hear just what she has to say;
And my little son running there by the hillside,
May never be quite like today.

Tender words, gentle touch and a good cup of coffee,
And someone who loves me and wants me to stay;
Hold them near while they're here and don't wait for tomorrow,
To look back and wish for today.

      8. I Give You Freedom (The Whippoorwill Song).
I set the boundries of the ocean vast,
Carved out the mountains from the distant past,
Moulded a man from the miry clay,
Breathed in him life, but he went astray.

CHORUS:
I own the cattle on a thousand hills,
I write the music for the whippoorwills,
Control the planets with their rocks and rills,
But give you freedom to use your own will.

ENDING:
And if you want Me to, I’ll make you whole,
I’ll only do it tho’ if you say so.
I’ll never force you, for I love you so,
I give you freedom - Is it “yes” or “no”?

I hold the waters in My mighty hand
Spread out the heavens with a single span,
Make all creation tremble at My voice,
But My own children come to Me by choice.

Even the oxen knows the master’s stall,
And sheep will recognize the shepherd’s call
I could demand your love - I own you twice,
But only willing love is worth the price!

My holy word now I give to you,
As a shining lamp to guide you through,
My yoke is easy and My burden is light,
Keep looking up, your Heavenly home’s in sight.

(Don't you love the simplicity of that solo?!) :)

      9. Don't Hang Your Harps on the Willow Tree.
I sat with the heart broken weary saints,
The song of the harpers was gone,
I wondered how sweet songs of Zion’s chior
Could possibly ever go on.
Together we wept in the silent night,
As Babylon flowed by our side,
The harps gently swayed in the willow trees
That stood on the strange river side.

Chorus:
Don’t hang your harp on the willow tree,
The music of Zion goes on;
Don’t hang your harp,
When hope of the future is gone.
The song that you sing if your heart is sad
Will carry the burden away;
Don’t hang your harp,
Revive the music today.

The breezes are blowing from Heaven’s shore,
The pilgrims remember the song,
They reach for the harps in the willow branch,
Tho’ ev’rything seems to be wrong.
In tune with the music of Glory land,
The loveliest song ever heard,
Resounds from the shore of the river bank
Til ev’ry sad pilgrim is stirred.

The theme of the song they are singing now
Is over and over the same,
“All power and glory to Christ the Lord,
All praise to Emmanuel's Name.”
The place where they sat is no longer sad,
It’s changed by the power of God,
Since pilgrims of Zion are tuned to sing
His wonderful praises abroad.

As an afterthought, you probably haven't heard that last song before. (That's why there is no video. I couldn't find any of anybody singing it!) It's by Mrs. Lena Martin, taken from one of the many (and diverse!) songbooks that Dad has. The songbook is Echoes of Triumph, No. Two. All that info was for if you were curious. ;)

A BIG thank you to whoever came up with today's subject; it was a blessing for me to put the above together.