together, forget parties, share a
cup of tea, perhaps those cookies with shining
sprinkles like you used to make, star
shaped, smell of baking better than feasting upon
any fancy cakes or puddings, the
presence enough, rooted and roosting – to fly highest
forgotten by two birds on a single bough.
(Pisgah Stranger)
Lyrics: Bill Griffin . . . . . . . . . . Music: David L. McCollum
Elkin Community Chorus 58th Annual Concert
December 2nd, 2018 – First Baptist Church, Elkin, North Carolina
Wilderness Advent
(Pisgah Stranger)
A stranger here, I sleep beneath the slash of stars,
The Pisgah forest deep and friendless.
I close myself to love, my heart requires the dark;
Can night within this cove be endless?
Come, you’ve slept too long
And love grows dim.
Awaken to a song – Can it be Him?
Is it madness or a dream that seems to whisper here?
The murmur of a stream or singing?
It chants, a still small voice, I’ve nothing now to fear
For tidings of great joy it’s bringing.
Come, you’ve slept too long
And love grows dim.
Awaken to a song and welcome Him!
And now the music swells as every fir and spruce
Unloose their boughs to tell the story:
May all God’s creatures wake, hearts quickened by the truth,
Invited to partake of mercy.
Come, we’ve slept so long
That love grows dim.
Awaken that our song may worship Him.
Come sing it with the wind and all the Pisgah throng:
The Child reclines within the manger!
With owl and bear and deer my soul’s reborn in song
For none of us is here a stranger.
Come, you’ve slept too long;
If love grows dim
Awaken to a song for it is Him!
Waken . . . welcome . . . worship . . . it is Him!
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Wishing you the same and for a healthy, happy, creatieve new year.
Brad
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Thanks, Brad. “New” and “Risk” seem to go hand in hand, always changes. May we ever endeavor to change for the better. —B
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