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Sunday, April 24, 2011

SUNDAY

Easter Sunday -
a day I feel a at a loss to describe.

How can I express the sacred quiet elation -
the assurance and certainty?

I can't.

BUT
I can sing!
I do it privately - and in church!
Always in church.

Hymn 86 How Great Thou Art (with all its rich history) is not a traditional Easter hymn but it is a favorite I find I hum every time I see a wide expanse of sky, stand on a high precipice looking out and down (or deep in a valley looking up and out), watch water ripple along as a small stream or a raging river and at various other stormy and calm moments of life. Kimber blogged this hymn recently here. I had no idea ...

Verses repeat silently in my every fiber this Sunday:

"And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin:

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

And I burst into outright voice:

Christ the Lord is Risen Today,  Al-le-lu-ia!
Sons of men and angels say, Al-le-lu-ia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Al-le-lu-ia!
Sing, ye heav'ns , and earth reply,
Aahaahaahal-laaayyyeh-luuuhuooy-ia!!!


Love's redeeming work is done,  Al-le-lu-ia!
Fought the fight, the vict'ry won, Al-le-lu-ia!
Jesus' agony is o'er, Al-le-lu-ia!
Darkness veils the earth no more, 
Aahaahaahal-laaayyyeh-luuuhuooy-ia!!!

Lives again our glorious king,  Al-le-lu-ia!
Where, O death, is now thy sting? Al-le-lu-ia!
Once he died our souls to save, Al-le-lu-ia!
where thy victory, O grave? 
Aahaahaahal-laaayyyeh-luuuhuooy-ia!!!

Notice those lovely rhectorical where questions?

I love that song - 
just don't sit in front of me 
in Church!!

A soloist I am not.