I’ll get back to blogging highlights from Knollys latter in the week. Last night I decided to pull out my alto recorder to see what I could remember. I was a beginner when I put it away over 3 years ago and was never any good at it, to my surprise, I could actually remember the finger.
Come and Find the Quiet Centre
Come and find the quiet centre
in the crowded life we lead,
find the room for hope to enter,
find the frame where we are freed:
clear the chaos and the clutter,
clear our eyes, that we can see
all the things that really matter,
be at peace, and simply be.
Silence is a friend who claims us,
cools the heat and slows the pace,
God it is who speaks and names us,
knows our being, face to face,
making space within our thinking,
lifting shades to show the sun,
raising courage when we’re shrinking,
finding scope for faith begun.
In the Spirit let us travel,
open to each other’s pain,
let our loves and fears unravel,
celebrate the space we gain:
there’s a place for deepest dreaming,
there’s a time for heart to care,
in the Spirit’s lively scheming
there is always room to spare!
Wayfaring Stranger
I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
I’m traveling through this world of woe
Yet there’s no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I’m going there to see my mother/father
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m just a-going over Jordan
I’m just a-going over home
I know dark clouds will gather ’round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet golden fields lie just before me
Where God’s redeemed shall ever sleep
I’m going there to see my father/mother
She/he said he’d/she’d meet me when I come
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home
I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that good land
I want to shout salvation’s story
In concert with the blood-washed band
I’m going there to meet my Saviour
To sing his praise forever more
I’m just a-going over Jordan
I’m just a-going over home
Feileadh Mor 