It’s an utopia. The songs that holding firm belief in a radical alternative (justice and peaceful world). Life would be depressed without these resistance songs. And if the songs disturb you because the reality is so terribly different, they succeed. Because only people who let themselves be bothered and miss something are open to the …
Mary’s song My soul magnifies the Lord,and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,for he has looked with favour on the lowliness of his servant.Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed;for the Mighty One has done great things for me,and holy is his name.His mercy is for those who fear himfrom generation …
Amazing grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost But now I’m found Was blind, but now I see John Newton
As morning dawns and evenings fadesYou inspire songs of praiseThat rise from earth to touch Your heartAnd glorify Your name Your name, is a strong and mighty towerYour name, is a shelter like no otherYour name, let the nations sing it louder‘Cause nothing has the power to saveBut Your name Your namePaul Baloche
You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, so that my soul may praise you and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever. Psalm 31:11-12 NRSV
Sing, bet und geh auf Gottes Wegen, verricht das Deine nur getreuund trau des Himmels reichem Segen,so wird er bei dir werden neu.Denn welcher seine Zuversichtauf Gott setzt, den verlässt er nicht. Wer nur den lieben Gott lässt waltenGeorg Neumark Sing, pray and go on God’s way,Perform your part only faithfullyand trust in the rich blessing …
Once again she (Ronia) hid her face against Lovis’s knee and made her rough yellow gown wet with silent tears. Night and darkness had fallen; even the worst days come to an end. … … But Lovis sang, and the world became as it should be. Ronia sank into the deep peace of childhood, and with …
The story of Mio and Pompoo lost track of each other in “The Deepest Cave in the Blackest Mountain” I (Mio) rose up from the ground and something fell out of my pocket. It was the little wooden flute that Nonno had carved for me. My flute, that I had played around the campfire on Greenfields …
Yes, praise, that was the right answer.The men in the fiery furnace – hadn’t they sung from the depths too? And hadn’t the star risen again and again in all inner distress – looking up to God. Original Text: Ja, Lob, das war die rechte Antwort. Die Männer im Feuerofen – hatten die nicht auch …
When this poor lisping, stammering tongueLies silent in the grave,Then in a nobler, sweeter song,I’ll sing Thy power to save. There is a fountain filled with bloodWilliam Cowper