Title: Be Not Afraid. Source:
/ URL Source:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igaA-F4xL90 Published:Aug 24, 2007 Author:John Michael Talbott Post Date:2007-08-24 08:14:04 by Artisan Keywords:None Views:284 Comments:12
Thought this would be a nice song to start out the weekend. Feel free to add some of your favorite religious or worship songs.
1. You shall cross the barren desert, but you shall not die of thirst. You shall wander far in safety though you do not know the way. You shall speak your words in foreign lands and all will understand. You shall see the face of God and live.
R. Be not afraid. I go before you always. Come follow me, and I will give you rest.
2. If you pass through raging waters in the sea, you shall not drown. If you walk amid the burning flames, you shall not be harmed. If you stand before the pow'r of hell and death is at your side, know that I am with you through it all.
R. Be not afraid. I go before you always. Come follow me, and I will give you rest.
3. Blessed are your poor, for the kingdom shall be theirs. Blest are you that weep and mourn, for one day you shall laugh. And if wicked men insult and hate you all because of me, blessed, blessed are you!
R. Be not afraid. I go before you always. Come follow me, and I will give you rest.
That was great- well done. All those beautiful images of God's wonderous creation make me want to take another road trip. But oh well, off to work for now. ;-/
Made me think of this poem by a very young American who joined the Royal Canadian Air Force during the dark days of the Battle of Britain, before the US entered WWII.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.