Hangin' in there
on the vine;
sitting on the knot I have to
hang on.
Lovin' that breeze that blows past
my face;
infusing His Spirit into
body and soul...
...and sending up my praises
to the throne of heaven.
Hangin' in there
on the vine;
'cuz I know who is
holding onto the other end.
Note: This is an official attempt at being jovial. I hope it works:)...Lynne
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Happy Valentine's Day Lisa
Bagatelle in A minor
(Fur Elise)
Ludwig van Beethoven
arr: bill
performed by:
the music room quintet
For Lisa...
you are the best thing that has ever come into my life...
(except for Jesus)
William
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Oh, Train
Lynne Hasuly
I see the train coming,
but I'm tied to the tracks...
yeah, hoping that the wheels stop
'fore they push down my back...
into the metal and into the earth...
knock me out, Lord...
...or send hungry mice;
to eat through the rope
and then all my vice...
I'm hoping for Kingdom come
'fore critical mass;
'cause the ground is 'rumbling
...an that train's a'comin fast...
Oh, for Glory, Lord.
Ready to just move on
into Your arms
and out of the flames...
burning the dross
...and shining up the gold...
Thank You, Lord
for the promise;
yeah the promise of the Glory Train...
I see the train coming,
but I'm tied to the tracks...
yeah, hoping that the wheels stop
'fore they push down my back...
into the metal and into the earth...
knock me out, Lord...
...or send hungry mice;
to eat through the rope
and then all my vice...
I'm hoping for Kingdom come
'fore critical mass;
'cause the ground is 'rumbling
...an that train's a'comin fast...
Oh, for Glory, Lord.
Ready to just move on
into Your arms
and out of the flames...
burning the dross
...and shining up the gold...
Thank You, Lord
for the promise;
yeah the promise of the Glory Train...
Friday, February 8, 2008
No Strings Attached
Chelsey Rubin
A sign of you nearby appears
My heart skips a beat...
The sight of you takes away my tears,
Every time we meet,
The others took advantage of me,
Why couldn't they be nice?
I learned that love does not come free,
It requires sacrifice,
You too possess some ugliness,
But things I can ignore.
Frankly, you are quite a mess,
But you still have allure,
I choose you out of all the rest,
Although you hide in back,
To me you are the very best,
My lovely clearance rack.
*note: Chelsey admits that this work is a result of Algebra boredom:) Let's hear it for the arts!
** another note: Chelsey turns 17 on Sunday. Happy Birthday, Chelsey!
A sign of you nearby appears
My heart skips a beat...
The sight of you takes away my tears,
Every time we meet,
The others took advantage of me,
Why couldn't they be nice?
I learned that love does not come free,
It requires sacrifice,
You too possess some ugliness,
But things I can ignore.
Frankly, you are quite a mess,
But you still have allure,
I choose you out of all the rest,
Although you hide in back,
To me you are the very best,
My lovely clearance rack.
*note: Chelsey admits that this work is a result of Algebra boredom:) Let's hear it for the arts!
** another note: Chelsey turns 17 on Sunday. Happy Birthday, Chelsey!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Scripture Going into Public Places


These are the two newest pieces that I just delivered to Susanna Thomas....(my primary physician). She's going to hang these in examining rooms. She chose scriptures that she hopes will help calm people as they sit there. These aren't very clear photos, but they are very striking pieces. I'm pleased with them,and am very happy that scriptures will be hanging in "public", and also that my work will be "out there"....locally.
Judith
#1 Proverbs 3:5-6 KJV "Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths."
#2 Psalm 34:4 NLT "I prayed to the Lord, and he answered me. He freed me from all my fears."
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Indecision
Lynne Hasuly
I can't tell you
what I'm doing...
In truth,
I'm not sure I want to know...
the actions of my flesh as my body's held in tow...
Can't seem to decide whether to stay or to go...
flooded by alternating streams
and dry river beds
left arid and wanting from repeated assaults...
deliver me, Lord.
Deliver me from the pull of dark angels
heading away from Passion's flood...
restore my mind quickly;
placing my feet on unshifting foundations
and uniting my will to seek Your presence.
I can't tell you
what I'm doing...
In truth,
I'm not sure I want to know...
the actions of my flesh as my body's held in tow...
Can't seem to decide whether to stay or to go...
flooded by alternating streams
and dry river beds
left arid and wanting from repeated assaults...
deliver me, Lord.
Deliver me from the pull of dark angels
heading away from Passion's flood...
restore my mind quickly;
placing my feet on unshifting foundations
and uniting my will to seek Your presence.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Oxygen
For a season I kept an audio journal - one composition per day...
Janet's post and a recent email from Lynne reminded me of these soundfiles from that season, a time when I was very familiar with mixing respirator medicine, the effects of chemotherapy, morphine pumps, thrush, and oxygen tanks.
Donna's oxygen tanks rang so clearly, and were a constant presence during this season. You can hear them in each of these.
The images were from around the same time as the audio journal entries.
December 24, 2003
Breath Prayer
January 24, 2004
Oxygen
January 25, 2004
Admission
Janet's post and a recent email from Lynne reminded me of these soundfiles from that season, a time when I was very familiar with mixing respirator medicine, the effects of chemotherapy, morphine pumps, thrush, and oxygen tanks.
Donna's oxygen tanks rang so clearly, and were a constant presence during this season. You can hear them in each of these.
The images were from around the same time as the audio journal entries.
December 24, 2003
Breath Prayer
January 24, 2004
Oxygen
January 25, 2004
Admission
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